Note: All lyrics taken directly off the computer, so don't yell at me for bad spelling.

Singing

Talking

Fullmetal Shop of Horrors

On the 23rd day of the month of September, in an early year in a decade not too long before our own, the human race suddenly encountered a deadly threat to its very existence.

And this terrifying enemy surfaced, as most enemies often do, in the seemingly most innocent, and unlikely of places.

Scene starts in a run down street. Music starts playing. Enter Lust, Sloth, and Riza.

Lust, Sloth, Riza: Little shop, little shoppa horrors.
Little shop, little shoppa terror.
Call a cop. Little shoppa horrors.
No, oh, oh, no-oh!

Little shop, little shop 'a horrors.
Bop sh'bop, little shop 'a terror.
Watch 'em drop! Little shoppa horrors.
No, oh, oh, no-oh!

Shing-a-ling, what a creepy thing
to be happening!
Shang-a-lang, feel the sturm
and drang in the air.

Sha-la-la, stop right where you are.
Don't you move a thing.
You better (tellin' you, you better)
Tell your mama something's gonna
get her
She better (everybody better)
Beware!

Oh, Here it comes, baby
Tell those bums, baby
No, oh, oh, no!

Oh, Hit the dirt, baby
Red alert, baby
No, oh, oh, no!

Ally oop, haul it off the stoop
I'm warning you
Run away child, your gonna pay
If you fail!

Look around, look who's comming down the Street for you
You bet 'cha you bey your but
You bet 'cha
Best believe it something's
Come to get 'cha
Better watch your back and your tail!

Little shop, little shoppa horrors.
Bop sh-bop, you'll never stop
the terror.
Little shop, little shoppa horrors.
No, oh, oh, no, oh, oh, no, oh, oh, no!

Cut to sign on street-Mustang's floral shop-We enter.

Roy Mustang is sitting at his desk. He hasn't had a customer all week. His two employees, Edward and Winry, are a pair of misfits, even for this crap-hole town they call home. Winry, the chronically late one, has been out all night with her no-good boyfriend, and has still not shown up for work. Edward, the live in employee Mustang has practically raised as a son, is dedicated to his work, but very clumsy. Not very good to be clumsy if one works with delicate things like flowers all day. He hears a crashing sound coming from the basement.

Roy: "Edward, what's going on down there!?"

Ed: "Very little, Mr. Mustang."

Winry enters quickly, making sure to not let Mr. Mustang see her face.

Roy: "Ah, so she finally decides to show up for work."

Winry: "Sorry I'm late, how are you doing?"

Roy: "You mean other than the fact that we haven't had a customer all week? I'm doing fine." Another crashing noise is heard. "Edward, what the hell are you doing down there?! Winry, would you mind checking on him for me?"

Winry: "Sure, Mr. Mustang."

Edward comes up the stairs, balancing two boxes of plant pots. It's obviously too much for him, as they slip out of his hands, and fall to the ground.

Roy: "Edward Elric, what the hell have you done to my inventory!?"

Winry: "Sir, don't yell at Ed, it wasn't his fault. Here Ed, let me help you clean it up."

Ed notices something on Winry's cheek. She has a large bruise.

Ed: "Winry, what happened? Mr. Mustang, I think Winry's boyfriend is beating her."

Roy rushes over to check on his employee.

Roy: "Winry, what did that greasy punk do to you? I' telling you, kid, he's not such a nice boy." He hands her some ice. "Here, put this on it. It'll stop the swelling. I think I'm going to close up for today." He sees some bums on the sidewalk by his shop. He runs outside. "Hey, urchins, get off the sidewalks. Shoo, shoo. Move it! No loitering! I can't believe this. Misfit employees, bums on the sidewalk, business is failing, my life is a living hell! That's it, I've had it. Kids, don't bother coming to work tomorrow, I'm closing up for good."

Ed: "Sir, you can't do that!"

Roy: "And why not? I own the store; I can do with it as I please."

Ed: "Well, sir, I was just thinking that we might be able to save the store if we take a different approach to advertising."

Winry: What Ed is trying to say sir, is that if we put an exotic plant or something in the window, people will come in to look. Ed, why don't you show Mr. Mustang the new plant that you got."

Ed runs down to the basement, and produces a very strange-looking plant.

Ed: "I think it might be some kind of Venus fly-trap, but I can't find it in any of my books so I'm pretty sure it's a new species. I call it a Winry II."

Winry: "Oh, Ed, you named your new plant species after me? That's so sweet."

Ed goes and puts the plant in the windowsill, and waits. A man walks in.

Man: "I couldn't help but notice that strange and exotic plant you've got there. What is it?"

Ed: "It's a new species. I call it the Winry II."

Man: "Wherever did you get something like that?"

Ed: "Well, remember about a week ago, when there was that total eclipse of the sun? I was out walking, when I passed by this old Chinese guy who sometimes sells me weird and exotic plants. I looked in his inventory, but he didn't have anything weird for me. I was about to go home, when there was a total eclipse of the sun. Everything got very dark, and I heard a humming noise, like something from another world. When the lights came back, there was this thing sitting there, among the petunias. I had sworn it hadn't been there before, but the old man sold it to me anyways, for a dollar ninety-five."

Man: "Well, that is a fascinating story, and a fascinating plant. Oh, while I'm in here, I think I'll buy some roses for my wife. Can you split a 100?

Roy: "No, unfortunately not."

Man: "Well, I guess I'll just have to but twice as many then."