Thank you, reviewers! Your names shall be mentioned in ballads and poetry for years to come, except not really! But that's ok! Kinda!

Anyway, I got bored and decided to write another installment to The Horror! because I'm writing a random and stupid Redwall Fic, and this would make a great warm-up! Not to mention the freakin' sweet reviews I got! (hugs all reviewers) So...Read and flame/praise.

It was winter one summer and spring was in bloom, the turnips were-

"What in the name of Uncle Phil's corn cob pipe are you talking about!" yelled Ed, just getting back to headquarters from therapy.

"Niisan, who are you talking to?" asked Al, who was standing next to him.

"The Narrarator! Duh! She's controlling our every move!" yelled Ed.

"Niisan, I thought we were Atheists."

"No, but-no-agh-wait-yes, we are! But-...you know what? Forget it. I give up." Ed leaned against the wall. "What now?"

"Well...I dunno. How's the Colonel?" Asked Al, making a sad attempt to start a conversation.

"Why should I care?"

Meanwhile-

"Hey! I'm not done yet!" said Ed, waving his arms around.

Too bad. Meanwhile...

"Hawkeye?"

"Yes, Colonel?"

"What. The. Heck. Is. THIS?" Roy angrily pointed to his head.

"I believe that is a cat, sir."

"What's it doing on my head?"

"I believe it is making an attempt to devour your head, sir."

"Well, shoot it or something!"

"I'd rather not, sir. Alphonse will be crying for a month."

"Then I'll do it. Hand me a gun."

And then Bunny Hooded Bombchu burst it and-

"Wait, WHAT?" yelled a confused Ed.

"What? You thought I was the narriator?" smirked BHB.

"Well...since you WROTE this, yeah!"

"Well, I'm not." said BHB. "I'm too busy laughing about how short you are in comparison to my little brother! HAHA!"

"Who's so microscopic that I can get lost in a friggin' cottin ball?"

"Aw...someone needs a hug."

"Yes...yes I do."

"Too bad. Go hug a tree or something. Now where's that cat?"

"It's on my head! GET IT OFF!" roared Mustang, banging his head on the desk, making it jump into BHBs arms.

"Aw, Maggie, I was looking everywhere for you!"

"Wait...That's your cat?"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

They all stood there for a second.

"Well." said Alphonse. "I guess everything turned out all right in the-"

"EATING BABIES!" yelled Mustang.

Awkward pause.

"Erm...yeah. Like I was saying, I guess everything turned-"

"DA GNOMES!" yelled BHB.

"SHUT UP! As I was say-"

"Hey, if pregnant women get into hot tubs, do they hard-boil their babies?" asked Ed.

"Ugh...forget it." said Al.

And then everyone played Halo.

Dee end.