"Where are we?" Havoc asked.

"I don't know." Fury replied.

"It's so," Havoc looks around. "Fantasy like."

"This sucks." Roy growled.

"You too?" Fury asked.

"What do you think the psycho wants us to do?" Roy asks. He glances up only to hear silence, until…

"No! I'm not doing it!" they hear Ed yell.

"Yes you will!" they hear a whistling sound and a smack as Ed hits the screen wearing a blue cat suit.

"Ed?" Roy chuckles.

"Shut up, I'm not doing this by choice."

"Quiet you!"

"Oh, right," he smacks the screen, nothing happens he tries again, nothing, he keeps banging on the screen until a blue paw-print shows up. "Finally," he runs off.

"You've got to be kidding me." Havoc moans.

"Is this Blue's Clue's?" Fury asks.

"Nope, it's Chibi's clues!" Roy grins.

"Not a Chibi!"

"Quiet you!" thud.

"So we look for clues? How about in Greenland?" Fury suggests.

"No! You can't light cigarettes in Greenland, it's too cold!" Havoc whacks Fury upside the head.

"How about England?" Mustang suggests.

"Sure." They agree.

"How do we get there?" Fury asks. A metal bird that was transmuted from Al dives down and picks them up.

"Hello friends!" he drops them back down in England.

"Hey look kids! It's our friend Farman the hobo!" Havoc exclaims.

"I'm not getting paid enough for this." He grumbles.

"What are we going to do today?!" Mustang exclaims.

"Lets go rob a bank." He shrugs.

"Oh boy!" they run off. After hijacking an armed car instead of robbing the bank they get dropped off.

"Thanks guys!" Farman cackles as he drives off, a tennis ball falls off of the truck, and it has a paw-print on it.

"A clue! A clue!"

"You see my shoe? So can I!" Havoc exclaims.

"No you dingbat, a clue." Mustang sighs.

"Hey, that's our line!"

"Tough luck!" he goes over and grabs the ball. "I can only pray this isn't going in the direction I think it is." He shuttered.

"To Alaska!" Fury exclaims.

"No you fool!" Havoc shouts.

"Fine Germany!" he gasps through being strangled.

"Ok!" Al swoops down and takes them there.

Before they can walk toward wherever, they are impaled by a mailbox and thrown to the ground.

"Ow, what the…" Mustang starts. Winry is tied to the side of the mailbox.

"Our budget doesn't cover speakers." She explains.

"Do we have to sing?" Fury cringes as the music starts.

"Yes."

"Oh fine." He looks puzzled. "How does it start?"

"Oh!" Havoc and Mustang start. "It's the Great big book of everything, with every…"

"Wrong song!" she shouts!

"Um, ok" they whimper.

"Mail time, something, Mail time," they started. "It's the mail it chucks some pails, it makes me want to really wail Mail!"

"Close enough, here you go." She gives them the mail and goes back to the corner.

"What is this?" Havoc asks.

"It looks like a goat." Mustang comments.

"No, a swan." Fury suggests.

"Who cares," he snaps his fingers and burns the mail. "We're to busy for mail." They walk off.

"It's our friend Breda the doorstop!" Fury grins.

"Shut up." He groans.

"So, how's life as a doorstop?" Fury asks. Havoc and Mustang are laughing their heads off.

"Why you…" the door opening knocks him out. Ed, in the blue cat suit, runs up to the desk and smacks the scissors, does the Hamster dance, and then he jumps into the picture.

"A…"

"Yes, we see the clue! Shut up!" Fury yells. They back away silently and grab the scissors.

"I don't like the looks of this." Havoc gulps.

"So, do we have to skidoo?" Mustang asks.

"I guess so." They jump at the picture but end up smacking into it. "I think we have to do the mantra." Havoc suggests.

"So it's Hamster dance, then chant?" Fury asks.

"Yup." They all do the hamster dance while chanting "Chibi skidooed we should be able to too."

"Not a Chibi!" they jump into the picture. They looked around and cringed, it was like a coloring book. Some weird crayon people show up.

"We're the, Ahhh!" a bullet shoots them all down.

"Thanks Hawkeye!" they shout.

"No problem." She runs off.

"Hey guys!" Hues shouts running up to them. "Have you seen my picture of Elysia?" They were in a pickle, get the picture back and be tortured or feel the guilt of letting a friend down.

"We'll help." They sighed. They walked along the street when Fury tripped over a picture frame.

"Yeah!" Hues shouts as he grabs it up and runs off.

"That was pointless." Havoc comments.

"And the rest of this story isn't?" Mustang grumbles. He trips over a form with a paw-print on it.

"Yes we know, a clue! A clue!" Havoc mimics. He grabs it up and turns pale white. "It's a vasectomy form." He gasps. Before the others can react a chair bowls them over.

"Thinking chair." Mustang groans.

"Let's just say that the scissors are to cut the form up with and we have to play tennis." Fury suggests.

"Ok," they quickly agree.

"Yes! Tennis! On the moon!"

"Huh?" they ask. But it was too late; they were on the moon, with Armstrong. "Noooo!"