A Bad Way to Make Five Bucks
Exactly what it sounds like. A crossover between (and no, I'm not kidding) Ed Edd and Eddy and the tales of H. P. Lovecraft.
"Are you insane, Eddy? This isn't just the usual nuttiness, it's utter and absolute psychosis!"
"Why? It's only an old house in the countryside, and it would make a great haunted house!"
"The old owners were sorcerers, Eddy. And while I am not usually a superstitious person, Eddy, someone still owns this house! Otherwise it would've been torn down years ago, right?"
"Buttered toast!"
"Shut up, Ed!" the other two chorused.
I laughed. "Git awf o' my property, yew stewpid kids, ur I'll feed yew tew my brawther."
"To what?"
"Tew my brawther. What, yew think thet et's normawll tew be nearly tin feet tawll? I'm a saorcerer's gran'sawn, an' thet was jest awn my mawther's side!" I grinned. "Jest 'un suggestiawn fer yew: dun't dew the haunted haouse."