ED TEST
Chapter 1
One summer day in Peach Creek, the Eds were in Eddy's bedroom, listening to a radio. They were on a station that was currently holding a contest.
"In just a few minutes, one lucky contestant will win four free tickets to Vegas," the radio announcer informed. "All you have to do is be the twelfth caller and answer a trivia question. We'll start the contest after this commercial break."
"This is it, guys. When the contest starts, all we gotta do is call the station as fast as we can and we'll be on our way to Vegas," Eddy explained.
"I don't like vegetables, Eddy," Ed mentioned.
"Vegas, Ed, not vegan," Edd corrected.
"Think of all the casinos we can go to. We'll be so rich we can buy 'em all," Eddy commented.
"How can you be so certain that we'll win, Eddy? The odds of winning these types of contests are miniscule,"
"That's why I got a trick up my sleeve." Eddy entered his closet and came back out with a pile of cell phones in his hands. "Check it out," he said, placing the phones on his bed.
"How did you obtain all these phones?" Edd asked suspiciously.
"I...uh...found 'em in a box at the junkyard," Eddy lied.
"You can't be serious!" Edd shouted, realizing what Eddy was planning to do with the phones. "This is so wrong!"
"Who's gonna know?"
Suddenly, the sound of a cash register was played on the radio three times, letting the Eds know the commercial break was over.
"Alright, contestants, we're back!" the radio announcer exclaimed. "Get your phones out and call our station number for a chance to go to Vegas!"
"You heard him, guys! Let's get crackin'!" Eddy ordered as he grabbed a phone.
"Already cracked, Eddy," Ed replied as he grabbed a phone too.
"Curse my gullibility," Edd muttered as he grabbed a phone as well.
The Eds began dialing the station number on their phones. They waited for a response but none of them made the winning call.
"Six callers down, six to go," the radio announcer said.
The Eds tossed their phones aside but Ed and Eddy were the only ones to grab another phone.
"Don't just stand there, Double-D!" Eddy scolded, noticing Edd wasn't helping. "Get another phone and call the station again!"
"I don't condone cheating," Edd protested.
"JUST DO IT!"
Edd sighed as he reluctantly grabbed another phone. The Eds dialed the station number again and waited for a response.
"I'm the ninth caller," Edd said.
"I'm number eleven," Eddy said.
"I DID IT, GUYS! I GOT NUMBER TWELVE!" Ed cheered as he waved his phone in the air.
"Put your phones down! We have a winner!" the radio announcer exclaimed.
Edd and Eddy gave each other surprised looks.
"Really?" Eddy asked. "Out of all of us, Ed won?"
"At least, one of us won," Edd commented.
"What's your name, lucky contestant?" the radio announcer asked.
"Ed," Ed answered into his phone.
"Congratulations on being the twelfth caller, Ed. If you answer the trivia question correctly, you'll win the tickets. Here's your question. On the cartoon known as The Loud House, the main character, Lincoln, has how many sisters?"
"Uh..." Ed didn't know the answer to that question.
"You have thirty seconds to answer the question starting now,"
The sound of a clock ticking started playing on the radio.
"What's The Loud House, guys?" Ed asked while holding his hand over his phone.
"Beats me," Eddy replied. "He said it was a cartoon. You know anything about it, Double-D?"
"No. I don't usually watch cartoons," Edd answered.
"How are we supposed to answer the question then?"
"Can we guess?" Ed suggested.
"No. Then, we'll get it wrong for sure," Eddy protested. He used his phone to access Safari and look up The Loud House on Google. "I'm just gonna look it up."
"Need I remind you that is also cheating?" Edd scolded.
"Get over it, Double-D. I want that Vegas trip bad,"
"Only fifteen seconds left," the radio announcer warned.
"Hurry, Eddy! We're almost out of time," Edd panicked.
"I found it! The answer's ten, Ed," Eddy informed.
"Ten," Ed said into his phone.
"Correct!" the radio announcer exclaimed. "Can you name the sisters?"
"What? We have to name them too?" Eddy complained. Growling in annoyance, he took Ed's phone and spoke into it while reading the screen on his own phone. "Lori, Leni, Luna, Luan, Lynn, Lucy, Lola, Lana, Lisa and Lily."
"Correct again!" the announcer exclaimed. The Eds cheered as victory music played on the radio. "Congratulations, Ed. You've won four free tickets to Vegas. You can pick up your tickets at our radio station. Thanks for playing!"
Eddy hung up Ed's phone and turned off the radio.
"We did it, guys!" Eddy exclaimed. "Let's get our tickets!"
"Hold on, gentlemen," Edd interrupted. "We may have won the contest but we're too young to claim the tickets and travel to Vegas ourselves. We need an adult chaperone, preferably one of our parents."
"Ugh...I knew that was coming," Eddy groaned. "Alright, who's it gonna be?"
"If we ask my parents, they'll make us take Sarah," Ed mentioned.
"Mine are too preoccupied with their jobs," Edd mentioned.
"I ain't askin' mine," Eddy protested. "They'll wanna know how we got the tickets and if we tell 'em, they won't let us go."
"Well, we need one adult to give our extra ticket to," Edd pointed out. "Otherwise, we'll lose them all."
Just then, Eddy remembered something. "Wait!" he exclaimed. "I know the perfect adult chaperone. I'm even related to him."
"I thought you didn't wanna ask your dad," Ed said in confusion.
"I ain't talkin' about my dad. I'm talkin' about my brother, Terry," Eddy corrected. "He can claim our tickets and take us to Vegas without any problems. I'm gonna call him."
At Mondo-A-Go-Go, Terry was inside his trailer, playing Goldeneye 007 with two of his friends; Gary, an adult who resembled Ed and Jerry, an adult who resembled Edd. The trailer door was suddenly slammed open, revealing the park manager, who was also Terry's boss.
"Hey!" the manager shouted angrily. "The park's been open for an hour already! Get to work!"
"Or what?" Terry retorted.
"Don't push it, Terry! Get to work now or you're fired!" the manager threatened before leaving.
"He always threatens to fire me but he never does it," Terry grumbled.
"I HEARD THAT!" the manager shouted from outside the trailer.
Suddenly, Terry's cell phone rang. "Hang on, guys. I'll be back," Terry said as he stood up from his chair and walked over to another part of the trailer. He pulled his cell phone out of his pants pocket and answered it. "Whoever this is, make it quick! I'm busy!"
"Hey, bro!" Eddy greeted from the other line.
"Pipsqueak? What do you want?" Terry asked grouchily. "I thought I told you not to call me at work."
"I need a favor. Me and the guys won tickets to Vegas and we can't go without an adult," Eddy explained.
"So? Just get Mom and Dad to take you,"
"I can't. The first thing they'll do is ask how we got the tickets,"
"How'd you get 'em?"
"We entered a radio contest and we...kinda cheated," Eddy admitted.
"Oh, I get it," Terry realized. "You did the whole 'use a bunch of phones to help you win' thing. Classic."
"Yeah, and I don't want Mom and Dad to find out," Eddy added.
"Alright, tell you what. I'll take care of Mom and Dad and take you to Vegas," Terry agreed.
"Really?"
"Sure, if you give me half the money you win,"
"What? No way! It's my trip and my money! I ain't sharin'," Eddy protested.
"It's either that or no Vegas trip," Terry threatened.
"Ugh...fine, but half is all I'm givin' ya," Eddy agreed reluctantly.
"Excellent. I'll get your tickets and pick you, Ed and Double-D up at your place tomorrow,"
"Thanks, bro!"
"Don't mention it," Terry replied before hanging up his phone and rejoining his friends.
"Who was that?" Gary asked.
"It was just my kid brother, Eddy," Terry answered. "He and his buds won tickets to Vegas and he wants me to be their chaperone."
"How'd those ankle biters win a trip to Vegas?" Jerry asked.
"They entered a radio contest and bought some phones to help them cheat," Terry explained.
"Are you gonna take 'em?" Gary asked.
Terry shrugged his shoulders. "Why not? I'll get time off work and earn big bucks."
"Dude, you're gonna have a lousy time," Jerry said in disapproval. "There's no way they'll let a bunch of twelve year olds run around the casinos."
"Hm, you're right. I didn't think of that," Terry admitted.
"We should be the ones goin' to Vegas, man," Gary commented.
"Yeah," Jerry agreed. "If only there was a way to get those tickets."
Just then, an idea sparked inside Terry's head and an evil grin spread across his face. "You know what? I think there is."