The brothers where now waiting patiently for the Colonel to come. Both of them grew bored within a matter of minutes. Al started to fidget, to which Ed tried to ignore. "Please?" he asked. "No" Ed told Al. "But I haven't done so in a long time." Al said. "I said no" Ed repeated. But when Al made those sickeningly sweet puppy-dog eyes, Ed finally gave in. "Fine, knock yourself out." Al squealed with joy. He then started singing show tunes, much to Ed's discontent. While it wasn't Al's singing voice that annoyed Ed (he himself couldn't carry a tune to save his life), it was the fact that Al had to overkill The Sound of Music. Ed dug around in his coat pocket and found his earplugs. Upon playing them in, he relaxed as Al was caught up in the moment of the classic Broadway show.
When Roy arrived with Riza, Armstrong and Havoc, they managed to get past the guards with no problems. "Now where in the name is the jail?" Havoc asked. The group had gotten lost while trying to find it. Roy's ears perked. He'd picked up the faint sound of someone singing. He quieted everyone and listened more carefully. "This way!" he called and everyone followed. As they grew closure, the singing got louder and clearer. "The Sound of Music" Riza commented. "And it's 'My Favorite Things'." "What beauty! Whoever is singing this song is making Julie Andrews proud!" Armstrong said. He was so touched that those pink sparkles appeared once again. Is that normal? Havoc asked himself, referring to the sparkles as the group turned a corner. They came to the door that was marked "Jail Cells". Roy paused and smiled like a love-struck schoolboy. "I'm here to save you, my love!" Roy called out to the voice singing. He pushed the door open and bounded inside…
But to Roy's horror it wasn't the girl of his dreams. He stood dumbstruck as everyone filed into the room. "What in the--!" was all that came out of Roy's mouth. Al was sitting on the cell floor, rocking back and forth with glee. He was the one who was singing! Havoc put an arm around Roy's shoulders, chuckling softly. "Yup, you bagged yourself a real good-looker there, buddy." "But…but…but…" stammered Roy. Al stopped singing and saw Roy and the gang. "It worked!" Ed nodded and pulled out his earplugs. "And the look on Roy's face is priceless." "My dear Alphonse!" Armstrong cried. "you have the voice of an angelic choir boy! The talent of singing so sweetly is a well-respected tradition of the Armstrong family and I give you my full praise!" And the shirt came flying off. "Uh, thank you for your compliments, Mr. Armstrong." Al said, a little uneasy about the situation.
"Huh…?" Roy was still dumbfounded. "Look, we made up the whole thing about the girl so you could get your ass here and help us." Ed explained "And I'm not apologetic about the whole thing, either." "Why you little--!" Roy quickly became enraged and was about to pummel poor Ed when Riza pointed her gun at him. "You can deal with Edward later. Stand back." Roy quickly did as he was told and Riza aimed her gun at the cell's lock. After quickly blasting it off, the group, now with Ed and Al in tow, they left the scene.
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"That Fullmetal's a pain in the ass!" Roy shouted. It had been a week since the incident and Roy still hadn't gotten over Ed's prank. "I really wanted to see a girl in a mini-skirt and not complain!" "Aw, cheer up!" Havoc said. "You'll get your wish someday." "Really?" Roy asked hopefully. "Ehh…" Havoc muttered. Roy then shot him a dirty look. "Well, at least you still got your pride." "You got served, BYOCH!" Hughes popped into the office. "Would you just shut-up! You've been telling me that for the past week! It's annoying!" Roy yelled at Hughes. "Yeah, and Roy wasn't even in a dance contest." Havoc added. "I know, but it's so much fun to say!" Hughes said and made his way out of the office.
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