Alchemy, Officers, and Contests

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Episode SIXTEEN

Prank Calling

There's a time in everyone's life when you're just bored, and you have to do something to. . . not be bored anymore. The whole office, even Riza, was bored to insanity.

Then he got an idea.

Roy reached for the phone and dialed a random number. The rest of his subordinates watched him as he snickered in craziness.

"Hello?" said the person in the phone.

"Uh, yeah, I'm looking for the owner of the house?" Roy said.

"Hang on." the sound of bubble gum popping was heard. "DAAAAAAAAAD!" The raven haired man blinked several times, and then someone got the phone.

"Hello?" asked a, rather cheerful, man.

"Hi, are you the man of the house?"

"Why, yes I am! What can I do for you?" asked the man.

"You just won ten thousand dollars!" Roy yelled into the phone. The person gasped.

"I. . .I won. . .ten thousand. . .oh my. . .oh. . ." The Colonel could have sworn the man was crying.

"Would you please hold?"

"All right." at that, Roy quickly hung up, and burst out laughing.

"Oh oh oh! I wanna try!" Havoc yelled, getting up, tripping over his chair, and then landing face first into Roy's desk. Breda burst out laughing, and got up, only to trip over Havoc's feet and landing in front of a cheerful Black Hayate. The man screamed, and got up, only to hit his head under the desk, knocking over a box of tissues that landed on Black Hayate's face, who yelped and blindly ran through the room, running into Fury's legs, who fell on his back, and onto Falman, who let out a girlish scream and dropped all his things, hands raised into the air. Riza, surprisingly, laughed, and walked over to Roy's desk and picked up the phone. The men watched her as she dialed a number.

"Yeah, hey," she said in a. . .very disturbing voice. "you just won the lottery, AND a lifetime supply of tickets for the Bar-Next-Door." They heard an old man yell happily.

"Hear that, Julia? I'm leavin' you fer good!"

Riza grinned and hung up, sitting on the desk.

"MY TURN! MY TURN!" Havoc squealed, and grabbed the phone, dialing a number. It rang. And rang, and rang. Finally, someone picked it up.

"Hello, Rockbells." said a young, feminine voice. Uh-oh. Havoc's jaw dropped, as he searched for what to say. By some miracle, he had managed to call the Rockbells. The Elric brother's family friends.

"I. . .uh. . ." what did this girl like? Havoc remembered something about wrenches and automail.

"You just won a free-" he paused. "-refridgerated truck!" the officers looked at him with confused looks. They nearly went deaf when they heard a loud squeal, and then 'hear that, Grandma? I won a refridgerated truck!' Havoc quickly threw down the receiver, and cleared his throat. Breda grabbed the phone, and punched numbers. Someone answered.

"Uh, hey, Bob." the officer said with a smirk. "you haven't returned that lawn mower you borrowed from me ten years ago, and I hear you used it to shred meat."

"WHAT? I CAN'T HEAR YOU! I'M TOO BUSY SHREDDING THIS MEAT WITH A LAWNMOWER I BORROWED FROM A FRIEND TEN YEARS AGO!"

Breda clamped his mouth shut. He felt psychic.

Uh. . .yeah. Anywho, I have a question. What's a drabble? I've read several of them, like the HavocFury and RoyEd ones, and I was wondering. . .are they like mini fanfics or something? Anywho, REVIEW!