It was Monday and everyone was brain-dead. It could have been the work of the tank of fish on Fury's desk. "Clean out the tank for me, will you?" Fury asked Havoc as he left the office. "I have to go on some mission."

"Whatever." Havoc said with that expression on, that he had on episode 37 (or whatever episode) after he got dumped.

"See ya!" Fury skipped out with a mysterious package.

"Aren't you going to clean the tank out?" Farman asked peering at Havoc.

"Whatever." He picked a bottle up and dumped the contents into the tank.

Three hours later…

"What smells?" Breda asked.

"The fish are dead." Farman pointed out.

"How did this happen?" Havoc asked confuzzled.

"What did you dump into the tank?" Roy asked coming in.

"This." He held up the bottle.

"That's a jug of Mr. Clean." Roy muttered.

"Has anyone noticed how Mr. Clean looks just like Armstrong?" Farman mused.

"Well sure, they're related." Havoc scoffed.

"No they aren't, Mr. Clean just infected the Armstrong Family drinking supply with sparkling goodness." Roy corrected.

"No! Our sparkles are passed through the Armstrong art of…" Armstrong burst out of nowhere.

"Break it up Major Spaz." Breda grumbled. The sparkles fell.

"Sparkle killer!" Farman yelled spastically.

"I didn't mean it that way!" Breda cowered.

"Save it for the burning at the steak!" Roy growled.

A few minutes later…

"Medium or Well-done?" Roy asked.

"Medium."

"Thanks for getting rid of the accursed sparkles." Havoc grinned.

"We couldn't have done it without you." Farman agreed.

"We shall feast on steak!" Roy yelled.

"Get back to work." Hawkeye growled.

"Yes sir," they sighed.

"I'm a girl!"

"I'm back!" Fury grinned.

"Oh, good, what was in your bag?" Breda asked.

"What bag!" he panicked.

Somewhere in Canada…

"Noooo! The dice are attacking my ankles!" a crowd was running around in a panic. (No Canadians were harmed in the attacking of the dice, we think…)

Back to FMA…

"Hey what did you do to my fish!" Fury growled.

"It's his fault!" Havoc pointed at the frozen Armstrong and ran.

"Well…" he glared at the others.

"It's true! He made Mr. Clean!" they ran off.

"WTF?"