A/N: HERE'S CHAPTER 2! Beware, Harry Fangirls! evil gleam

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After everyone had finally stopped screaming, they stared at Harry rolling around the ground, frothing at the mouth a rabid monkey, or camel. They weren't sure which one. It wasn't until Hermione had the sense to get Madame Pomfrey that the others started screaming again to cause a scene. Apparently, they succeeded, for Peeves soon joined the mess, gleefully swinging around Filch's cat by the tail. (Al: NOOOO!)

Madam Pomfrey ran into the room, and kicked Harry in the face by accident.

"Blegh…," moaned Harry.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Pomfrey said, not feeling sorry at all.

"Blegh…," moaned Harry in agreement.

"OMG. Your limbs are missing!" said Pomfrey in wonder.

"BLEGH!" moaned Harry loudly.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Blegh…," moaned Harry.

"Where'd your arms go?"

"Blegh blegh blegh blegh blegh blegh!" moaned Harry as he tried to explain. "Blegh blegh BLEGH!"

"Right. Well, we'll just have to carry you into the infirmary," chirped Pomfrey happily. She gingerly attached a piece of twine around Harry's neck and dragged him away.

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"Oooo. Big cuckoo…,"squeaked Ed. He held the limbs away from it protectively.

"How is that a cuckoo? It buzzes!" yelled Al frantically. He waved his huge metal arms around to make the point.

"Ooooo. Big buzzing cuckoo…" Ed stared in wonder.

"IT'S NOT A CUCKOO! IT'S MADE OUT OF METAL!"

"I know, Al. I was just messing with ya," said Ed with a grin. He walked over to its huge wheels (Me: Yes. Wheels. Can you guess what it is?), took out a marker, and wrote the word 'cuckoo' on it. "NOW it's a cuckoo."

"Forget it," resigned Al. At least it's not pink…

"AAAAAAH!" They heard a woman scream from within the cuckoo, and the buzzing stopped.

Al gasped and said, "It ate somebody…"

"It can't eat anybody! It's made out of metal!" snorted Ed. He looked at Al as if he himself wasn't the idiot holding the bloody limbs.

"You're arm is made out of metal," whined Al, "and you eat everything."

"It's not metal," snorted Ed, "It's… er… just made out of a cold and hard and gray material and…"

"IT'S MADE OUT OF METAL NOW SHUT THE HELL UP!" Al screamed. He wanted to make a point again, so this time he took off his head and shook it in front of Ed's face. He figured it would make more of an impact. Then, as he set his it back on his shoulder, he decided to wave his arms again, just in case.

"…Do you wanna see who it is?" asked Al tentatively after a moment of silence. He didn't need to ask, for the person randomly stopped screaming and jumped out of the cuckoo. And, you guess it, it was…

"Popcorn chicken," said Ed.

"What?" asked Al.

"Never mind."

Ahem. It was… AMELIA EARHART!

"Dude."

"Look! She's talking!" whispered Al.

Ed looked at the woman and addressed her, "Who are you and where in the world of baloney do you come from?"

"Well, little dude, I am like, Amelia Earhart, and I like, like to fly, and like, I come like, from, like, the U, like SA, like… like!"

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING 'LITTLE DUDE'?"

"Sorry, like. I'll, like, call you, like, little DUDETTE."

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A GIRL, YOU IDIOT PERSON FROM ANOTHER DIMENSION THAT NOBODY CARES ABOUT?"

Amelia blinked slowly and then stared. "Dude! YOU LIKE HAVE LIKE AN ARM LIKE AND A LEG! I MEAN YOU'RE ALL LIKE HOLDING IT LIKE!"

Ed said slowly, "Yea…"

"AND YOU!" She pointed at Al. "YOU'RE ALL LIKE A MEDIEVAL CORNDOG LIKE!"

"That may be so, but as long as I'm not pink, I'm fine! AND WHAT IN HELL IS A FREAKIN' CORNDOG?" yelled Al.

"Humans aren't pink, they're just peachy." Argued Ed.

"AAAAAH! THE PEACHINESS!" Ed and Al stared at Amelia after her outburst.

"Oh nothing, just continue," she said, waving them away.

"Look! Salmon!" yelled Al.

"Where?" Ed jumped up excitedly.

"…"

"Where?"

"…"

"Tell me where?"

"Made you look." Said Al, laughing his head off. And I mean, literally.

"Dudes! The detached like limbs are all like, DECOMPOSING!" Amelia yelled. They all looked at the limbs, which were exactly as she had described them.

"What's this?" Ed pulled out something long from the arm.

" I think it's an artery…" Al said in a choked voice.

"Oh." Said Ed, and put it back where he had found it. Al turned away quickly. There was a hint of green in his armored head that was wonderfully bald, impossible as it was. Ed took the arm and leg and threw it into a random refrigerator next to them.

"That was awesome dudes. But GUESS WHAT?"

"Hm?"

Amelia proudly took out a package of pocky and shoved it into a random person's mouth, which just happened to be… Envy. Everyone was silent for a moment, and Envy just stood there looking around blankly with a crapload of pocky in his mouth. He somehow swallowed it all.

"YOU! WHY ARE YOU HERE?" screamed Ed hysterically, "WAIT! I KNOW! YOU ARE IMPERSONATING A… LLAMA!"

Al shuddered and whispered, "llama man…"

Envy stood there for a second until the pocky finally reached his stomach. His eyes widened and his mouth curved into an insane grin. "SWEETHEARTS!"

Ed blinked in the most confused manner he could and said, "Eh?"

"ME WANNA GO… POOOOO… PEEEE…!"

"Do ya like the pocky, man?" Amelia asked. Envy looked at her and said, "PEE PEE."

Then he looked at Al and said, "POO PEE."

Then he looked at Ed and said, "Little pee."

"WHAT DID YOU--" Ed went on and on and on until he couldn't go on any longer, for Envy's full attention was turned onto a bag of skittles that was randomly placed there on the floor.

Al turned slowly and looked at Amelia. He said in a very, very, VERY scared voice, "What exactly is this pocky?"

Amelia smiled proudly and said, "You eat, you go high!"

Envy sat in the middle of the room, cackling to himself, pulling out his hair, and acting like a baboon. All at the same time.

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A/N: BWAHAHAHA! ENVY IS HIGH! …Anyways, please review this very random story, and I'm here to tell you (warn you) that the transmutation blob thing had a couple of other… side effects. Well, I'll try to update soon, and so you'll review, right? Cause I won't update if nobody reviews.

Envy: (staring at you with insane smile) HEEHEE.