What came out of Ed's throat was hardly even a bird-like sound. It was more like a grunt one would make if he were trying to call a pig over from the other side of the pigpen. Al stood in shock. "I think you just hit puberty." "Shut-up!" Ed snapped. His mood quickly changed when he saw a blue figure coming toward the window. "HA! My bird grunt worked!" Ed exclaimed. But then Ed turned back to see the blue figure, he displayed a face that was a mixture of disappointment and confusion. It was blue all right, but it certainly wasn't a bird. In fact, it wasn't even an animal! It was a blue towel with huge eyes and a set of stick arms and legs. "What in the--!" Ed started to say. "Don't forget to bring a towel!" the creature replied.
"What is it?" Al asked and peered out into the open and saw the towel creature. "WHOA!" Al nearly bolted away from the window, taking Ed with him. "What is that, a chimera!" "No, it's a towel…that is somehow alive." Ed said, still in disbelief about the exact state of the object in question. "You two look like you're in need of my services. You need some towels, since that jail cell is wet an 'all." "What! No, we don't need any towels!" Ed told the towel. "We need to send a message to Colonel Mustang. Can you do that for us?" "Oh." the towel said. He shuffled his feet as he stood in silence as Ed was growing impatient for the creature's answer. "You wanna get high?" it finally replied. "Huh!" Al said with puzzlement. "No, we don't wanna get high, you goddamn towel! Get the hell outta here!" Ed angrily shouted. "OK." the towel said and left.
The brothers looked at each other, not knowing what to say. "Man, that was weird." "Yeah." More silence followed. "I don't think he belonged here." Al said, breaking the pervious stillness. "Same here. Now, you try to perform a bird call if you're so smart!" Ed said, quickly changing the subject matter. "Fine." At least Al's try at a birdcall wasn't a grunt. Ed unwearyingly waited to see if it had done the trick. After a few minutes, Ed couldn't help but laugh. "HA! No birds! At least mine actually brought something over!" "And it wanted to get high. That's a real keeper." Al sarcastically said. Ed showed displeasure at his brother's response. But Al's attention was distracted by an alley cat that had just entered the courtyard. It must have heard Al's birdcall, since it was eagerly looking for the bird it had just heard.
"Here, Kitty-kitty." he called to the cat. It immediately came over to the window and poked its head in. Al began to gently pat the cat's head as it started to purr in response. "Al, how many times do I gotta tell you: No more cats." Ed began to say, but an idea sprung forth. "I got it!" He explained to Al that the cat could deliver the message to the Colonel. Hey, it was better than nothing! Al had gently tied the note around the cat's neck using a torn strip of Ed's handkerchief. "I hope you know what your doing." Ed said as Al bid the cat good-bye. "Trust me, I have a way with cats." Like freakin' Dr, Doolittle does with all the animals. Ed said to himself.