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I will try to write a relatively non-disturbing chapter this time.

Disclaimer: No tengo FMA. That's Spanish for I don't own FMA.

So I now give you the fabulous and much sought after chapter twenty-one.

"No more trades with Quozl, got it?" said Harriet, obviously having a bad morning.

Ed could only nod in agreement before a new voice talked in both of their heads.

"Hey guys, it's me, Bacchus! Don't worry about Quozl, I'll keep him off your backs. He already got in trouble with his superiors for abuse of his mental powers. Anyways, listen up. You're going on a mushroom foray to South Park today with Harriet's dad,
and you should keep an eye out for Envy. The local animals will do their best to point him out to you if they can. Good luck!"

Harriet and Ed nodded mentally, and Bacchus left them alone. But then Quozl started to bug them.

"What was with yesterday, you two? That was a lot of smooching you did. That would probably explain the dreams, you know..."

"Quozl, stop bothering them!"

"Why should I, Bacchus?"

The two ferrets quietly moved their conversation from the brains of the other two.

"Um..." said Ed. "That was odd."

"Yep."

Madeleine butted into the conversation. "What was odd?"

"None of your business, half-pint," said Ed.

"How old are you anyways?" asked Madeleine obnoxiously.

"15. Why?"

"Wow, you're short."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A MICROSCOPIC PEBBLE OF A HALF-PINT?"

"You, shorty."

Naomi began to skip around the house. "Short, short, short, short, short, short, short, short..." she sang.

Ed looked pissed off. Skyler looked stupid. Cake looked yummy. Wait, cake? Whatever nevermind the cake.

Suddenly, Magi and Sari barged into the house. "Hey Harriet! We're here!" yelled Magi.

Al got up from the table and gave Magi a hug.

"Hey Harriet," said Sari, "Did you show Ed that shrimp that you gave an interesting name?"

"What?" said Ed. "Show me."

"Thanks a lot, Sari," mumbled Harriet. Ed and Sari followed her to her room. "It's in there." She motioned to the 20 gallon tank.

Ed looked carefully looked into the tank and eventually spotted a tiny shrimp just under an inch long. "What's it called?"

"It's an amano shrimp."

"I mean what's its name?"

There was a pause.

"C'mon, tell him!" said Sari, jumping up and down.

"Well?" asked Ed.

"Fine, I'll tell you, but you won't like it," said Harriet.

"Go on! Say it already!"

"Its name is Edward."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SHRIMP?"

"Cool it, Ed."

Sari looked pleased with herself.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Harriet ran to get it. "Hey guys! It's Gavin!"

Everyone else ran to the door. In the doorway stood a rather rotund black-haired boy wearing expensive clothes and fancy leather shoes. As he walked past everyone into the house, the smell of stinky yucky smelly cologne wafted around.

Sari took it upon herself to do introductions. "Guys, this is Gavin. Gavin, this is Al and this is Ed."

"Hello!" said Gavin. "I want to play Roger in The Producers!"

Ed and Al took a few steps backward. "I think Gavin's really wierd," whispered Ed into Harriet's ear.

"Really? You don't say?" Harriet whispered back sarcastically.

Gavin looked thoughtful for a minute. "I ate three cardboard boxes for breakfast this morning!" he proclaimed. "And you know what else? Acetone tastes funny."

Harriet slapped herself in the face. "Gavin, you really need to stop eating cardboard..."

So, that was chapter twenty-one.

Gavin, by the way, really is a real person and does in fact eat cardboard boxes, among other things. And he has said, on many occasions, that acetone tastes funny.

By the way, Sari will be signing autographs in the authors note for anyone who asks for it in their review!

Ed: Wow, no kissing scenes all chapter!

Me: I can fix that. (kisses Ed)

Ed: (is happy)