Ed, Edd, and Eddy were lying down on the floor of Ed's room, bored out of their minds.
"What do you guys insist on doing?" Edd asked the other two. They both shrugged in response.
"How about a good old fashioned scam?" Eddy asked enthusiastically.
"What happens to be your plan?" Edd asked, rolling his eyes. He knew every single one of Eddy's scams have failed.
"We'll sell candy!" Eddy sprung up.
"Why sell perfectly good candy?" Edd questioned.
"No, not "perfectly good" candy, but the candy in 'the other stash'" Eddy said with a wink. Edd soon figured it out.
"Oh yeah. Go get it" Edd said, slightly believing in this plan.
Eddy crawled passed Ed, who had his eyes glued to a horror movie, and lifted up Ed's mattress. Two chickens crawled out, and a cloud of dry gravy mix filled the room, but he found "the other stash." It was old, expired candy that Ed forgot about. He stuffed it in his pockets and waddled back to the other two.
"Got it!" Eddy exclaimed.
They went to set up outside. The stand sold all kinds of candy, from jelly beans to mini chocolate bars. Everything was a quarter each. Sarah came first, Jimmy in tow.
"I'll get some jelly beans" Sarah pointed at a pile.
"Alright, now cough up a quarter!" Eddy said, vexed.
She tossed the coin on the table as Jimmy and her started to chew on the candy. Sarah squinted.
"These jelly beans taste funny. Are you sure this isn't one of your scams?" Sarah demanded the truth.
"What? No! Why would it be a scam?" Eddy jumped to defense mode.
"Whatever" Sarah stated, walking away.
Soon, news spread around the cul-de-sac about their candy stand. They kept getting customers, even a few from some other avenues and boulevards. At the end, the Eds managed to rake in thirty bucks. They sat the money on a table.
"Alright gentlemen, splitting our earnings evenly, we each get ten dollars" Edd declared. Everyone took their share.
After that, they walked to the candy store to buy jawbreakers. They all got their candy and went to the register to pay. They all handed in their money. The clerk gave them a confused look.
"What?" Eddy asked, irritated. The clerk just laughed at him.
"You crazy kids! This money is play money!" The clerk told them, chuckling.
The puzzled Eds grabbed the money and squinted. "In Playtime We Trust" the dollars read. They stomped out of the store angrily. Eddy dropped down to his knees.
"I hate the cul-de-sac kids!" He shouted.