A/N.: There isn't much to say, except for this is by two over active imaginations. And two people who have no life. No life, whatsoever. Anyways, the prolouge was fun to write. AND YES, this does have a plot. An interesting one too. Or, at least to us. Please Review...

Disclaimer: We don't own FullMetal Alchemist, even though we wish we did... but not everyone gets what they want, now do they? Well, we'll see about that.. we'll see about that. But, as of now, we don't own it.

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By Fullmetal Shorties

Prolouge

Gettin' Down and Jiggy With it.

"VICTORY!"

"What the hell did you do now?" Pinako muttered. "No..., wait, don't tell me. A new oven, perhaps?"

Winry only smiled at the comment. "No, I call this one a compuher," she said happily, and banged her wrench softly on the new equipment.

"Wouldn't it be better if you called it a computer?" Pinako asked.

Winry growled, as if the comment offended her. "No, it's best called a compuher. Remember, I'm the one who comes up with the name. You just look good," she spoke, as she walked down the hall to the kitchen.

Pinako laughed whole-heartedly. Sometime's her granddaughter made little sense.

Winry sat down and and began to peel her apple. It had become a custom in the house hold to peel the apple before eating it, since it saved time from washing the apple. Washing an apple, to Winry Rockbell, was pure evil, and a huge waste of one's precious time. Pinako, however, did not care for apples, so she ate a few oranges, and had a cup of tea.

Just as Winry was about to slip a peice of the apple into her mouth, a knock came from the door, and Pinako stood up immediately to answer it. She slowly walked to the door, and put her fingers on the knob. Opening the door, she said, "Good, you're here." The person looked at her oddly, and Winry looked shocked.

"Maes? I thought you where dead...," Winry questioned.

"I thought you where exiled to the south pole, but that doesn't seem to be correct either," Maes said, stepping into the house, and sat down at the table, smoothy. "HAVE YOU SEEN ELYSIA-CHAN? SHE'S 6 NOW, AND JUST SOOO CUTE. SHE REALLY LOOK'S LIKE ME! I SWEAR. EVERYBODY SAYS SO. YOU HAVE TO BUY HER A BIRTHDAY PRESENT STILL."

"...," Winry muttered, and dropping her apple, she throws the wrench at the grown man's head. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN! EVERYONE WAS SO SAD BECAUSE YOU WHERE DEAD. BAKA, BAKA, BAKA, BAKA!"

Maes coughed, and looked forward. "I do not have the permission to excerise the right to tell you where I've been. All I'm here for is to get a copy of that compuher thing."

"How... how do you know about that?" Winry asked, shocked. "I only finished it this morning." She stood up, and walked over to him.

"The Military know's all. Oohooohhooohoh," said Maes, making ghostish sounds.

Winry sweatdropped anime style, and then turned around. "Follow me," she said blankly, and Maes happily followed. Of course, talking the whole way down the hall about how Elysia learned to say Dad first. "Yeah," she'd agreed, "probably to shut you up."

She opened the door, and Pinako gasped. Of course, Pinako wasn't excited, she just gasped to make the opening-of-the-door more dramatic. Winry glared, but showed them all the compuher.

It looked like a normal earth computer. Except, way, way bigger. "Well, I was surfing around this morning. That what they call going on the internet― surfing. Because the internet is like the water, and your provider is like the surfboard, and your the person on the surfboard, and theres millions of other people surfing around you with their own internet connections. I'm suprised they don't call it fishing, because you are always fishing for something on the internet."

Maes looked bored. "Why don't you just give me a copy, and tell me how it works?" Winry glared, and said "Do I look like a mass producer? It will take a few days for it to be done." "Well, we can wait I guess. Colonel Mustang and Leuteniant Hawkeye should be arriving about... now," Maes said, and then the doorbell rang.

"HONEY I'M HOME!" Roy shouted as he burst into the house, leaving a sweatdropping Riza behind him. The man honestly had lost his mind when he lost his eye. He burst out again, "AND GUESS WHO WE BROUGHT!" He ran down the hall to the 3 people, standing there with blank expressions.

"DID YOU BRING ELYSIAAA!" Maes asked eagerly, and Roy sweatdropped.

"No, but close. He's as tall as a six year old, though," Roy said happily.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING THE SUPER SHORT BEAN THAT IS TOWERED OVER BY SIX YEAR OLDS!" said the super-short ant sized Edward.

"Bean brat. You forgot bean brat," said roy, while poking Ed's head. Meanwhile, Winry, Maes, Pinako, Riza and Al, who had snuck in behind Ed, sweatdropped.

"Why, I outta... bu...," Ed was intterupted by the sound of the compuher starting up.

"HOLY MILITARY GIRLS IN MMMMINISKIRTS!" Roy Screamed out rather loudly, and then ran to hide behind Riza, who looked at him with a less then respective look.

"Colonel, relax. The compuher's only starting up. You know? The reason we're here," Riza said, backing away from Roy rather quikly.

"Really?" Roy, Ed and Al said at the same time.

"I thought we'd come here for the nice, plain sincery," Roy said with a yawn, after automatically regaining his composure.

"HEEEY! Are you calling my home PLAAAAIN!" Winry said, raising her wrench to hit Roy with it.

"That's exactly what he's saying. Anyways! Who wants to see a picture of Elysia-chan?" Maes asked everyone, and automatically pulled out his wallet, which was stuffed full with pictures of the young girl.

"Uh, no, not right now," Al said, and they all nodded their head in agreement.

"Yeah, I need to beat Roy into the ground," Ed agreed.

"You can beat me if you can touch my head," Roy said with a yawn. Ed, of course, automatically begain to blubber words out about how he was not short, and that everyone else was just Giant-sized. Winry, and everyone else, was bored with this by now, so Winry stepped inbetween them.

"Guys, I have something important to tell you," Winry said calmly. From this tone, Ed could tell what they were in for.

"No, Win---!" he said, but was too late, and a wrench collided with his head. Roy tried to duck, but his cheek was met with the wrench also.

"Now, shut up. I want to tell everyone about," Winry paused to add effect, "google." Everyone stopped looking at the moaning Colonel, and looked at Winry with a questioning look.

"Google who?" Al asked.

"No, no, it's a website," said Winry.

"What's a website?" Ed asked, rubbing his head.

"A website is a thing on the internet that you can do stuff on."

"What's the internet?" Riza questioned, and everyone nodded.

"Something you can get if you have a compuher with Windows on it."

"...I don't see any windows on the compuher," Maes said as he examined the compuher.

"That's because it's a program!"

"Okay! No need to scream," said Maes offensively. The colonel moaned.

"JUST LET ME TELL YOU PEOPLE ABOUT GOOGLE!" Winry fretted.

"Okay, Okay," screeched Roy. "Jeesh."

Winry glared, but said nothing more. "Google is a search engine. A search engine is something you can search for websites on. You can also search for answers to your questions. Anyways, it's really, really helpful. For example, if I needed a cooking recipe to make something in my Brand new oven that you can have for only 150 dollars, then I could search for it on Google, and it would give me a recipe. If you wanted to see how famous you where, you could look yourself up and see if you had any fan-made websites. Not that I would do that... of course not, I'm not that self obsessed," She said, and breathed deeply.

"Can I go on?" Ed asked.

"No, me! Taller people first," Roy said, happily.

"I'm taller then you in my mind," Ed said, and stomped on Roy's foot.

"I'll make a schedule! Jeesh!" Winry began. "Don't make me wrench you two."

"Yes m'am," They said, and saluted, nervously.