"It's time," Fury muttered as he started drilling into a pair of fuzzy dice.

"What is he doing?" Ed asked cautiously.

"He's genetically engineering fuzzy dice to take over the world." Havoc takes a moment to think. "It was my plan but, he stole it."

"That's nice." Farman muttered reading a book titled "The Chronicles of Skippy".

"What is that?" Breda asked.

"Ha, ha, Napalm sticks to children." He laughed not listening.

"Ok then," Roy backed off.

"I think he just printed a list off of the internet and stuck it in a book." Havoc mused. "Skippy's list wasn't it?"

"Oh, well." Breda sighed. Black Hayeate turned the corner. "Ahhh!"

"He, he," Fury laughed as he looked up from the dice. "Good going."

"Well the list says not to." Farman pointed. "Lets do as many of these things as we can." He paused. "We've done Rule 15 Not allowed to train adopted dogs to "Sic Breda" and Rule 54 Napalm sticks to kids" is not a motivational phrase.

"Sure why not," Havoc sighed.

"Not much else to do." Ed groaned.

Rule 8 not allowed to add pictures of officers I don't like on War criminal posters…

"Finally," Ed sighs as he puts Mustang's picture on a wanted poster. He walks off feeling happier. Later that day…

"Great, more paperwork." Mustang mutters at his desk. The door breaks open.

"Mustang you're under arrest!"

"Eep!" he jumps out of the window. "You'll never take me alive coppers!"

Rule 51 not allowed to quote Dr. Seuss on military operations…

A murderer is running into an alleyway and hits a dead end; he turns around to see Farman. He pulls out a book; "Would you eat it on a boat or in a float?" the book is titled Green Eggs and Ham.

Rule 105 I am not allowed to bum cigarettes off of anyone under 12

It is a happy setting in the park, the kids are playing, all is peaceful until a figure walks onto the scene.

"Hey kid?" Havoc asks "Can I have a cig?"

"What?"

"Can I have a cigarette?" he pleads. "I need a smoke."

"Mister, I'm underage."

"No one's watching, please."

"I've got to be going." He makes a run for it. He feels a tug at his leg.

"You're not getting away that quickly."

"Mommy!"

Rule 52 Not allowed to yell "Take that Cobra" at the rifle range.

At the firing range all of the military are staring in disbelief at Fury "Take that Cobra!" he shouted as he fired wildly into the range.

"That was fun." Ed muttered as he sat in jail with several scorch marks. All of the other officers were with him. Apparently Mustang was still in the room when they were plotting, but they had forgotten, so, they were put in the dungeon. "Now what?"

"Yeah," Havoc growled. "Not only are we in a dungeon, but the dice are attacking my heels."

"Fuzzy dice." Farman corrected.

"Whatever, OW!" the dice nipped at his heels. "Fury!"

Skippy's list is real…