Disclaimer – As if I could create any characters as original as these. Are you passing the pie at me? Moreover, this little dealie is carried on below...

A/N – This is my first ever chapter! It will probably also be my last! It is very short because I have little faith in it and would not want to steal bandwidth from worthy fanfictions! Anyways, this really isn't my idea as such, my girlfriend Steph (Captain Howdy 611) has written many brilliant fanfics and mentioned Double D wearing eye liner in one of them and I thought of a brilliant excuse for why he wore it... well, that's the plot of the story, why Edd wears eye liner... ahh! I can see your attention slipping already!

Ed dashes over to Eddy and Double D with his back bent backwards brandishing something long, thin and black in his outstretched hand. "Beware! It is the Stylo Of The Apocalypse!"

Double D looks positively enthralled – "Ed? Have you been studying French?"

Eddy laughs at Double D's suggestion that Ed might even consider touching a book, "Give it over blockhead... Is this Eye Liner? What are you doing with Eye Liner in your room Sockhead?".

Edd moves his left foot slowly from one side to the other, with a hesitant look in his eye he replies: "Alright Eddy, I suppose you were going to find out one day or other. I'll show you why I wear eye liner, my friends, but you must promise not to disclose this information to anybody else".

Ed stares Double D long in the face and declares, "Do not worry Double D, you can trust us. We are quieter than chickens". Ed snaps back into an upright position and salutes Eddy.
Edd enters his bathroom and asks that the other Ed's stand outside while he removes the eye liner, before he can shut the door after him Eddy manages to catch a peek of a pack of make-up remover wipes on Edd's wash basin. Behind the closed door Eddy sniggers to Ed, "Sockheads got even more girlie stuff in there!" Ed starts guffawing into his sleeve, Eddy decides not to risk asking what amuses him but to assume he is following the same line of reality... or a near one at best.

Double D slowly brings himself out of the bathroom and stands awkwardly just outside of the door frame, waiting for some kind of response from the bewildered Ed's.

"Erm, Eddy? Why has Double D been playing dot-to-dot on his face?" Ed enquiries in a stupefied voice.

"There not pen marks you lump! They're stitches!"

Double D responds in a more dignified voice, having regained his stature after the Ed's somewhat accepting remarks – "That's right Eddy, these are surgical stitches. When I was an infant the doctors discovered I had a rare disease of the eye and suggested that I might have them transplanted in..." Double D is unable to finish his sentence as Ed has suddenly erected his arms towards his eyes:

"These are unnatural! The Eye Disease will covet us all!!" Removing his fingers from the very edge of Edd's cornea and engaging them and the rest of his arms into a wild flapping motion as ran around Edd's bedroom.

Eddy folds his arms now and regains his regular smug expression, completely blotting out whatever it was Ed was attempting to do by standing on the lamp shade – a trick developed by both he and Double D after many, many years of such tomfoolery! Looking Double D square in the eye he exclaims, "You mean you had... those eyes all this time and we never knew?"

Double D tries to assure him that it happened long before they met and also tries to explain a little more about the operation.

Eddy, however, has heard enough: "Shut your trap Sockhead, we're wasting valuable time on scamming! And I've just come up with the best one yet!"

Double D nervously follows Eddy out of the door after the latter of the Ed's yelled, "Oi! Monobrow! Get of that ceiling fan and follow us! It's scamming time."
Well, there we are. Very crap to be sure. Please ahh & ahh though... I mean, R&R... wow, what a cheap joke! Lol, but seriously, give us a review to tell me whether to carry on or not ï