Hughes wasn't happy, not at all. He couldn't figure it out. He didn't know why nobody wanted to look at his family pictures. He really liked them, so why didn't everyone else? Just yesterday when he was walking down the hallway, all the doors and windows started closing. He felt so alone. He even resorted to sitting in his office crying for an hour, and that's when Armstrong found him...

Armstrong waltzed in as soon as he heard that poor Hughes was upset.

"My poor boy, whatever could be the matter?" Hughes looked up, puppy dog eyes nearly bigger than his head and full of tears, at the Major.

"Oh Major, no one wants to look at my family photos!" Armstrong gasped in shock.

"How awful! Believe me my boy, if you don't do something soon, they will completely ignore your attempts at showing them those lovely photos." Hughes sniffled a little.

"Really?" Armstrong nodded. He stepped back from Hughes a little.

"Now watch what I mean." Just as if Armstrong knew someone would come, Roy walked in. He looked over at his friend sitting in his corner.

"Hughes, what are you doing sitting in the corner like a little baby?" Hughes went to respond, but as soon as he opened his mouth, Armstrong took to the stage. He leapt in front of Hughes and started with his usual melodramatic speech.

"My dear Colonel, the poor boy just wants everyone to appreciate his attempts of spreading the love he has of his family." Then, of course, he ripped his shirt off and started flexing.

"I will do whatever I can to help the poor boy get the respect he requires, for helping a fellow soldier is a trait that has been passed down the Armstrong line for generations!" Roy just kept looking at Hughes.

"Well, if you've got all the help you need, I'll be heading back to work. See ya." He waved over his shoulder as he left, and Armstrong's sparkles fell to the ground. He began to cry.

"See what I mean, my dear boy? I left it too late, and now no one notices the manliness of my sparkles! It didn't affect the Colonel one little bit." He started rocking back and forwards and back and forwards. Hughes finally managed to pull himself together with a brilliant idea.

"Major Major! I have an idea!" Armstrong sniffled a little before looking up.

"What is it?" Hughes smiled and you could almost see the massive light bulb floating above his head.

"We have to find a way to get people to notice my family photos and your manly sparkles, and I know just the thing." His smirk was almost evil. Armstrong was liking the idea of people noticing his manly sparkles.

"What did you have in mind?" Hughes jumped up on his desk struck a very spontaneous pose.

"We create an army of SUPER MANLY SPARKLING HUGHES FAMILY PHOTOS!" Armstrong jumped up and ripped his shirt off once again (though Hughes didn't notice when he had put it back on) and began flexing.

"Such a brilliant idea! Then all would have to show love and compassion towards our army of super photos!" Then Armstrong did something he's never done before, stood still and thought.

"Hughes my boy, how are we supposed to create this army?" Hughes also did something he never did, stand silently.

"Well, I saw Edward make a statue move once. If we could make huge copies of these photos and somehow got him to make them move for us, then we would have achieved our goal." Armstrong thought for a moment.

"Then I could create the sparkles, and our plan would be complete!" The two giggled like little girls, dancing around the office, receiving stares through the window from the people passing. They began chanting random nonsense. Armstrong looked up at the roof and twirled.

"Time to put our plan into action, my boy." Then they both pranced down the hallway, off to the overly-sized photocopier. (Why does the military office have one of those anyway?)