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"ED-BOYS! RETURN TO ROLF THIS INSTANT!"
"Oh dear, oh dear!" The whimpering of Double Dee had not gone unnoticed as the three 'Ed-boys' raced through the neighborhood, with Rolf's chickens along with his fury trailing behind them.
"Chillax, wouldja?" Eddy scolded the beanie-wearing boy who looked ready to hyperventilate at any second.
"Chillax?! How can I possibly 'chillax' when we practically vandalized Rolf's property along with stealing his poultry?!" Edd screeched, hands clutching his beanie in an attempt to keep himself calm. "And not to mention the fact that he is perfectly capable and ready to kill us for it!"
A laugh from Edd's right alerted him that the biggest of the trio had caught up. "Look at the chicks, Double Dee! Don't they look funny when they run? Bawk, bawk!" Ed found entertainment in watching the chickens cluck for life, mimicking them by folding his arms at his sides just like a chicken.
"Geez, calm it down, Ed! We need to get these chickens back to my place and sell them back to Rolf for a pretty quarter or two a piece." The scammer's eyes quickly transformed into dollar signs, and he could practically taste the jawbreakers.
"Eddy! Have you no shame? No morals?" Edd clicked his tongue, ready to continue his lecture even while they ran away from the son of a shepherd.
"Oh, put a sock in it, Sockhead. What's done is done. Now help me out wi—YOW!"
"EY! What's the big idea?!" a new yet familiar voice shouted, but was cut off with a crash.
The two figures had collided into each other, knocking over a bike which was run over by Ed and the chickens. Eddy laid on the ground next to Kevin as they both scratched their heads, trying to dull the incoming headache. Rolf quickly caught up to the three and chased after Ed, who still had the army of poultry following right behind him. Edd ended up tripping on the ruined bike, falling smack onto the ground.
"Yo dork! You just ruined my bike!" the redhead panicked, jumping up from his spot and pointing an accusing finger at Eddy, who had gotten up too.
"What? Ruined your bike? You ruined my scam!" Eddy defensively put both hand on his hips, narrowing his eyes at his rival.
"Yeah?" Kevin took a step towards Eddy, successfully towering over him. "Well, you don't need my help with that!" He jammed a finger into the scammer's chest.
Eddy swatted the offending hand away. He had a few whiplash words on the tip of his tongue ready for Kevin, but something—or someone—intervened between the two.
"Gentlemen, please! Will you two calm yourselves?" Double D squirmed into the small space between said boys, efficiently separating them before a full blown fight could occur.
"H-huh? Double D?" Kevin looked confused for a moment before shaking his head, stepping back and regaining some of his personal space. "Look, I don't know what you dorks are up to but someone's gonna have to pay for my bike." His fist met his open palm. "Preferably Dorky right here." His glare shifted towards the shorter of the Eds.
"You wanna go, tough guy? I ain't scared of you!" Eddy stood on his tippy toes in order to get seen over Edd, which miserably failed.
"Eddy, please. At least try to act civil, will you? I'm trying to settle a compromise here." Edd turned around, chiding his friend who rolled his eyes. Releasing a sigh, he turned back to the redhead. "Forgive me, Kevin. But someone seems unable to cooperate properly like a mature individual." Insert a glare at Eddy here.
"Tch," Kevin turned away so that Edd could only see his back. "What's there to 'cooperate' about anyway? My bike's trashed." He kicked up imaginary dirt, shoving his hands in his pockets.
The bike was all scratched up and dirtied from Ed and the chickens. The paintjob was peeling off at certain places. There was dirt soiled onto the bars and the seat cushion was torn up. The wheels were bent at awkward positions as was the whole bike. Seeing it in such a crippled state filled Edd with guilt. Especially knowing what the bike meant to the redhead.
"If I may, Kevin, I propose a deal where my companions and I can help you repair your bike. And then you can let us go unscathed…?" Edd offered him a gap-toothed smile, showing him his sincerity.
Eddy let out a loud snort. "Ha! Speak for yourself, Sockhead. I ain't helpin' Shovel-Chin. Forget it! I'm out. Later, losers." And with his hands stuffed in his pockets, he walked off.
"Eddy, wait—" Edd made a move to reach out and grab Eddy back, but a soft grip on his wrist stopped him.
"Forget about it. I don't want him messing up my bike anyway." The redhead rolled his eyes at the thought of leaving his baby in the hands of Eddy. A shudder crawled up his spine at the very sinful thought. "Are you serious about helping me fix it though?" He shot an incredulous look at the slightly taller boy. Usually he wouldn't let anyone touch his bike, let alone help him fix it, but at this point he was desperate. And Edd the nerd was his best bet, along with the fact that he wasn't as bad as the other Eds.
"Of course, Kevin! I never withdraw my promises without reason." Edd gave a slight tug at his wrist. "Um, can I have my hand back now?"
With a slight blush, the jock instantly let go, stuttering out an apology. "So umm…when you free?"
"Any time is good with me. How does tomorrow afternoon sound?" Edd took no notice of his embarrassment.
"Great." Kevin smiled, then bent down to pick up the remains of his bike. "See you then. And don't bring the other two dorks."
"Will do. Speaking of which, I think it be best for me to take my leave and search for Ed, in case Rolf decides to take some um…unnecessary measures."
The two went on their separate paths, both with their minds on the meeting tomorrow.