"Why are we here?" Roy asked glaring at a tiger in the Tiger Pit in the zoo.
"We're here to, investigate weird happenings?" Havoc suggested giddily feeding the ducks with Fury. Al was enchanted by the river otters.
"Look Niisan! They're just like cats!"
"Cats don't like water you moron." Ed grumbled staring at the frolicking creatures.
"What was that Niisan?"
"Nothing!" he quickly covered up. "I will not call Al stupid." He started chanting to himself.
"What are you doing?" Breda inched away.
"My Psychologists said it would help me." Ed continued with his chanting.
"Who are your psychologists?" Farman asked trying to distract himself from the disturbing children at the zoo.
"Mr. T and Dr. Feelgood."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
"That can't be right." Fury said remembering clearly that they were in Canada at the time of the 'Fuzzy Dice Accident'.
"That would be an interesting session." Havoc continued as he tried to lure the ducks over to the barbecue pit in the picnic area.
"Hey, has that always been there?" Mustang asked pointing at a warehouse. "Oh god, not again."
"What?" Ed asked. "It's just a warehouse with the number 13 on it."
"What's the big deal?" Al asked, now enchanted by the sand cats. A dark aura surrounded them all.
"That's the problem." He pointed at Fury, Breda, and Farman as they spazzed out. "Didn't I already teach you that ghosts do not exist?" he growled.
"They're going to steal our souls!" Fury dramatically spazzed.
"What's going on?" Havoc asked.
"You remember when we went to warehouse 13 last year?" Mustang asked.
"Nope, that was all a blur, all I can remember is getting jilted by Armstrong's sister." His eyes glazed over.
"Great, he's back in a depression." Mustang glared. "Way to go guys!"
"I guess we should check it out." Ed stormed off toward the building.
"Wait for me Niisan!" Al ran off after him. "I don't want my soul stolen!"
"You want us to go?" Breda asked.
"Yes." Mustang growled.
"Fine."
In the warehouse…
"Weird, I can hear growling." Mustang muttered.
"I'm too old to die! I was supposed to be in a Fruits Basket reunion special!" Farman muttered.
"So you were Haru!" Fury grinned.
"Yes," he sighed.
"I was Kyo." Breda sighed. They stared at him.
"I was Miroku until I found culture that wasn't from the Feudal age." Mustang sighed. "They replaced me with Denny."
"Block?" Fury asked.
"No, it's supposed to be something along the lines of Broche, but the Americans screwed it up." Mustang scowled.
"But he looks nothing like Miroku." Farman pointed out.
"They died his hair." Mustang sighed.
"I was Vash the Stampede." Ed piped up. They stare. "I took drugs and grew a few inches shorter."
"A few?" Mustang asked. Ed was about to go into a fit, but was cut off.
"What does this do?" Fury asked pulling a lever. They heard a creaking sound and a roar. They had no warning as the tiger jumped out from behind the door and glared at Mustang.
"Run fast." Farman suggested barely over a whisper.
"Ahhh!" Mustang yelled as he tore through Osaka with various rips in his clothing.
"We never know if Mustang died or got away that day." Fury sighed talking to Oprah.
"Yes you do, I'm right here," Mustang calmly stated.
"Oh," he took his glasses of and rubbed them, "Jiminy Cricket got smashed on my glasses, how about that?"
"I told you not to go to Disney World." Farman sighed.
"How was I supposed to know that he was going to fly in front of the Dumbo ride at that time?"
"By the way, Disney's suing you." Breda checked the mail.
"How can he get sued by a dead guy?" Ed chuckled.
"Easily apparently." Al gaped as a hellish hole ripped through the floor.
"So what was the 13th warehouse?" Oprah asked a bewildered Havoc as Fury tried to fight off the hole with the dice.
"It was just an animal sick bed for the zoo." Havoc sighed.
"So, have you been in any past animes."
"I was was Momiji from Fruits Basket." He looked around.
"So, who did get Tohru?"
"He did," he glared at Hughes who was holding Gracia/Tohru. "Toboe from Wolf's Rain got her."
"Oops." Al grimaced.
"What?" Mustang asked.
"My tiger got free."
"Your tiger!"
"After we pulled him off of you I felt sorry for him and decided to keep him."
"Run Mustang, Run!" the audience chanted, and again the race was on.
