Trapped!
by NukaCola101
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist. Square Enix and Hiromu Arakawa copyright it. I also do not own Towlie. Comedy Central copyrights him, along with South Park creators Matt Stone and Trey Parker.
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Ed was fuming. Just when he and his brother Al where close to getting some more information about the Philosopher's Stone, they had to go and get thrown into jail. And the jail cell was the pits! It reeked of unpleasant smells and was damp from last night's brief rainstorm. Ed had his back against the wall, grumbling to himself. Al was on the floor, looking worried as usual. Thank God he isn't complaining about the floor. Ed thought to himself. "How are we going to get outta here?" Al quietly asked. His armor clanked gently as he shuffled his sitting position into that of an Indian chief. "I could use alchemy, but that would cave us in the jail cell." Ed said. He wasn't going to make the same mistake twice. The last time Ed used alchemy, the building nearly collapsed. The townsfolk almost stoned him to death. At least they let Ed repay the town by letting him fix it up. He still got a cartoon-ish bop on the head by some little old lady.
"You got any ideas, Al?" Ed asked. Al thought. He played with a lose string on his loincloth to help him think. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head. "Homing pigeons!" "Pardon?" "Remember that interesting book about Military History?" Al asked his brother. "Yeah, so what's the deal with those feathered rats?" Ed replied. "Well brother, those 'feathered rats' where able to send messages back and forth to other camps. If we could get a bird to send out a message to the Colonel, then we can get outta this cell!" "Oh no, I'm not going to stoop that low!" Ed was dead set on it. "Ed, now's not the time to be picky. If we're going to escape from jail without the guards noticing us, the he's our only hope!" Al was determined to do so; Ed could tell. But why did his brother have to choose such a cheesy movie quote in order to get his point across? "Alright, let's do it. But don't expect me to kiss the Colonel's feet once he arrives." Ed said. "Great!" Al beamed. "First, we have to find a piece of paper and some sort of writing utensil."