Before anyone asked why I skipped over the first two Paper Mario game in the series, I don't own the first one so I don't believe retelling the story based on internet facts on the game would give a fair representation of the game and the story. Also, I've seen so many people using the Thousand Year Door that it wouldn't be very fun to do another. Also, that's average up to eighteen main characters, counting Mario, Peach, Mario's partners, and the cul-de-sac kids. I can't write in that many people. Even though legendofzeldarocks and many other users were able to do that, I don't feel I could manage writing that many people in. For these reasons, I'm doing Super Paper Mario.

P.S. In this story, the Big Picture Show didn't happen.


Ed, Edd n Eddy's Quest for the Pure Hearts
One: One World Down

Ahem... Today, I will be reading you the story of the Lost Book of Prophecies.

It all started long, long ago; when the Ancient Tribe of Darkness welded a book with terrible magic and evil secrets.

This book became known as the Dark Prognosticus.

People seeked this book in the hopes of glimsing their futures, but no one who discovered this book ever truly found happiness.

So it was sealed away, in hopes that it would never be found.

But it was.

This is the story of the forgotten book's last owner.

It is a tale of friendship...

It is a tale of love...

...


It was a simple summer day; the last day of summer to be exact. Today would be the last day that poor Double D would see his friends for perhaps a long time.

The boy's name was Eddward, but everyone outside his family just called him "Double D" because of dual letter 'D's in his name. He was a lanky and pale boy of thirteen years. He liked to wear well pressed shirts and hand ironed shorts, put hygiene and education above all else, and always wore a tight-fitted, black beanie cap atop his head.

Double D had always been a quiet boy. As a little boy, Double D never connected well with the other children in nursery school, preferring instead to dive into the world of his books. This infatuation with books and knowledge led the boy to a life indoors, away from sports and physical activities. The boy grew up to own a skinny body with a weak sense of strength.

From early childhood, Double D seemed to have a promising future. His grades were above exceptional and his intelligence was unmeasured. I.Q. tests were unable to rank his astuteness and even the most prestigious and selective universities had shown interest in him by the time he was ten. All this was very impressive, but it would pale in comparison to the great deeds this young scholar would be destined to accomplish.

It had all started near the final days of his seventh grade year. Double D had come home from school in May one day, to an unexpected surprise. "Eddward," Double D's mom called.

"Coming mother!" replied Double D. Double D dashed into his kitchen where his parents stood. They both had faces with a mixture of joy and despair. "Why the strange looks?" asked Double D.

"Son," said Double D's father. "I know that the economy hasn't been too good. With us getting laid off and all-" He paused, unsure how to continue.

"Your father and I have been out of work for two weeks..." his mother continued. "And- we need money so..." She too paused. After about ten seconds of silence, she began again. "We've been searching nonstop and your father and I have both found wonderful new positions that will pay double our old salary."

"My word!" Double D exclaimed. He jumped up and hugged his parents. "Oh, happy day! I can't wait to tell Ed and Eddy. They'll-" then he realized his parents weren't finished. The look on their faces told it all.

"Oh… your-" Double D knew what to expect. "Your jobs are out of town aren't they?"

His parents nodded. "Klamath Falls, Oregon." his mother managed to say.

"Oh." Double D murmured. His father put arm around his son.

"I'm sorry," he explained. "But family comes first. We need these jobs son. We can't just eat into our savings forever. You're a smart child, you know that." Double D nodded again. He'd known Peach Creek, Minnesota his whole life. How could he just readapt to a new environment? His two best friends were here.

"We did the best we could," his mother soothed. "Peach Creek just had no jobs that fit our qualifications as doctors. There's little violence and few accidents in a small town; now that's not a bad thing, mind you, but that put many doctors out of business here." Double D just kept nodding, unsure if he could accept the fate bestowed upon him.

"There is some good news," his father burst out. Double D looked at him in confusion. What could be good about moving? "The move isn't planned for another three months. We fit it that way so you could still enjoy some time with your friends. We don't move until summer ends." Double D smiled. At least they were trying.

'They do understand I'm in pain right now.' Double D thought to himself. 'At least they're giving me time to be with the people I love a little bit longer.' "Well, mother, father, thank you." Double D said through a bit of pain. "I- I guess I should break the news to the guys." He turned around and headed for the door. Now the future seemed bleak. Double D may as well live his live the best as he could for the time being.

"Double D!" his mom called after. "You must be home by nineteen-hundred o'clock for dinner or you will receive two extra portions of creamed spinach and one less portion of zucchini bread!"

"Understood mother, I shall not falter!" Double D called back.

Life wasn't all too bad. 'Heck! I have three months! How fast can they go by?' Double D asked himself.

But ever so quickly, an hour became a day. A day became a week. A week became two weeks. Two weeks became a month. And finally, a month turned into the day right before the move.

Double D started blankly at his empty house. Almost nothing was left, the carpet and wall paper maybe, but nothing else. All of their furniture, valuable possessions, clothes, and other miscellaneous ware had been packed up for transportation yesterday.

He sighed and slowly back out of what would soon no longer be his house. 'I guess nows just a good time as ever to say goodbye to my friends.' With his ant farm in hand (being the only thing that wouldn't survive the trip inside a box), he slowly began to trot off to where he assumed Ed and Eddy were resting... waiting for the final moments until tomorrow.

...

Ed had been blubbering all morning, and Eddy hated it. Crying wasn't going to make this occasion any more bearable. Today was the last day they would get to spend with sockhead, and of all the times in the world, Double D decided to be late now?

Eddy was best described as short, perhaps just over four feet tall. His hair was brown, stringy, and unkempt, all of it being slicked back with some sort of men's hair gel. His clothes, while not really retro or expensive, but could pass as such. The boy always tried his hardest to look suave and cool, even though the clothes and merchandise he got was often second hand or a cheap imitation of the name brand.

Another great way to describe Eddy was as cheap, selfish, and cocky. If you asked Eddy what his favorite things in the world were, he wouldn't hesitate to respond: "Myself, money, and jawbreakers; in that order." The boy was always involving his two companions in scams and quick business fronts in order to score money, often at the expensive of himself and his friends. He was also anger prone, resorting to yelling, threats, and violence when things didn't go is way.

On the other hand, Ed could be best described as the glue that held the group together. He could also be seen as the foil to his two friends. Where Double D was unusually feeble and intelligent beyond his years, Ed's strength was enormous (seemingly infinite at times) and had the smarts and common sense of a four year old. Where Eddy was self absorbed and constantly mad at others, Ed seemed to love everyone and was nearly always in a stupidly cheerful mood. On top of this, Ed was the absolute definition of a slob, his room coated in layers of molding food, outdated superhero comics, and old horror movie cases.

Physically, Ed was a sight to behold. Standing just over six feet tall, he stood taller than many adults at the mere age of twelve. He didn't have an athlete's build, but he wasn't fat by any means either. He just looked… large! He was a wall of raw human power. He had shaved red hair, pale yellow skin, and typically wore an oversized, dark green jacket over ragged, stained t-shirts and jeans.

Together: Ed, Edd, and Eddy collectively made up the most unusual trio of friends which for some reason had seemed unbreakable… until today that is.

Bitter and angry, the smallest of the Ed trio kicked a soda can into creek. "Gee, where's sockhead?" asked Eddy in a deep melancholy. "He said he'd be here by now. Of all days..."

Eddy sat down on one of the large rocks by the creek in disgust. Didn't Double D actually care about the friendship they had. 'Okay. Sure me and Ed haven't been the best friends, or the nicest people to Double D, but that built character on him. Besides, we never did anything bad to make him want to skip out on us... Did we...?'

Ed looked up from his crying and shouted. "Our bestest friend in the whole widest world is going to be gone forevers and evers Eddy!" Ed stuffed his head into his jacket and continued crying again.

"Well cryin' ain't gonna fix it monobrow." Eddy moaned. "Double D is leaving! You've had three months to accept it, and you choose now to break down!"

"I'll miss his sock hat ever so!" Ed whined.

"We can visit him in the summer numbskull." Eddy reminded him in a sarcastic and angry tone.

"Why must Oregon kidnap the few and the brave!" cried Ed.

All of a sudden, a new voice interrupted the two boys bickering. "Ed, we're moving to Oregon of our own free will so technically it would not be a hostage kidnapping Ed. Furthermore, Oregon is an area of land, imposed upon by a limited democracy in the United States of America, not a person, so Oregon couldn't really be able to kidna-"

Double D couldn't finish, as he was snatched into a huge giant bear hug by his large and dimwitted friend. "Double D! Now you won't be gone forevers and evers."

"N- Not... quite- Ed..." Ed's faced once again became sad as he dropped Double D to the ground. "I'm afraid all we have is today and very early tomorrow morning."

Ed looked as though he was about to cry again, but then Double D spoke up. "But we have six hours today! Let's make the best of it!"

"Ed is happy once more!" shouted Ed. Ed started jumping and running around like the big goof he was. Eddy trudged up to Double D.

"So, what's the plan sockhead?" asked Eddy. "We just gonna sit around all day, or what?"

"No big scams Eddy?" asked Double D. For once, Eddy had no scams planned. They'd spend the greater part of their summer doing scams like usual. Eddy figured their last day could be spent doing things Double D wanted to do. (Then tomorrow Ed would get Eddy some supplies and he could teach Ed how to build things. Then they'd continue scamming the neighborhood children.)

"Nah, let's do what you want smart guy." 'I'll save the Ed's Skydiving business for tomorrow.' Eddy thought.

"Well... I'd like to say farewell to our fellow neighborhood patrons, if you will?" inquired Double D.

"What? Why do you wanna say goodbye to those lousy good for nothin's?" Eddy asked with shades of anger in his voice. "They don't like us none anyway! Besides, I thought you wanted to spend this last day with your friends. Not your ANTAGONISTS!"

"They don't necessarily hate us, Eddy." Double D retorted. "Just our scams; besides, I want to say goodbye to everyone who left an impact on my life- Wait! When did you learn how to say the word 'Antagonist', Eddy?"

"Eh... you wore off on me after a while."

Double D giggled, and then jumped a little as Ed burst out of the water of the nearby creek, face covered with leeches and seaweed. "I am the mighty male Medusala of the Rutabaga City of China!" Ed shouted, running around like an animal. "Do not look me through a mirror or you shall perish!" He hopped through the briar and even knocked Eddy to the ground on accident. Eddy began running around like mad, trying to catch and beat Ed. Double D sighed. Eddy groaned. Ed frolicked happily.

'It's times like these which I think I'll miss most.' Double D thought.

'It's times like these I wanna pound Ed.' Eddy thought.

'It's times like this I wanna go on an adventure to save all dimensions and the creatures who are beknownst to them.' Ed thought.

Once Eddy finally caught up with Ed, beat him, and calmed him down, Double suggested they carry on and find the local children. The trio of Eds marched off to locate the neighborhood kids.

It took a while, but they finally found the other children at Kevin's house, adoring Kevin who'd been doing stunts on his half pike with his bike.

Kevin was the jock of the town. He was self-confident, brutish, and also a showoff. It had seemed as if god had blessed this kid with just about everything. He had good looks, consisting of his soft hazel eyes, enviable muscular build with a tall stature to match it, and neatly trimmed red hair that was mostly hidden beneath his signature red baseball cap. He came from a wealthy family that owned a candy factory, meaning he was never short on money or free candy. He liked to display his physical and societal prowess, whether it was on a Jr. High sports team, or through harassing the Ed-boys, as they were called.

Watching him perform were the other residents of the cul-de-sac.

The blonde beauty in the black t-shirt and white tank top was Nazz. She was the heartthrob of the cul-de-sac with nearly every boy on the street vying for the tanned goddess' attention. It wasn't just her perfect short hair or flawless golden tan that caught the eye of the neighborhood boys, but her almost infinite amount of kindness and patience. Nothing seemed to get under Nazz's skin for long, and when she did get annoyed or angry, it passed quickly like a brief summer rain. However, like any preppy girl her age, she was rather vain, indulging herself in the preteen perfect world of cheerleading, make-up, gossip, shopping, and popularity.

Rolf, the quirky foreigner who spoke in third person, was a man in every sense of the word. Though he was at least fourteen and a half, far older than the other pre-eighth graders, he had already entered into stages of puberty that the kids of the cul-de-sac probably wouldn't reach until they were well into high school. His thick, shaggy blue hair had already spread from his head to his arms, legs, and chest. His voice, while not quite on the same decibel as a man's, had already developed a loud, thundering presence. His strength and endurance were nearly akin to Ed, thanks to years of dedicated work on his family's urban farmyard.

Then there was Johnny, a simpleminded child who spent his days playing in the woods by himself. Johnny was socially awkward, being raised by hippies who raised little authority over their wild child. His appearance didn't help him much either. Johnny was bald as an old man (though no one ever asked why). He wore simple clothes with little form or color, and was covered in a thick layer of dirt of stains. His only real companion seemed to be his imaginary friend Plank, who was a foot long board of wood with a smiley face drawn on with crayon. The other children were at times not sure whether to feel sorry for Johnny or be scared of him.

Finally, standing side by side in each other's company was Sarah and Jimmy. Both were around three years younger than the other children of the cul-de-sac.

Sarah was Ed's younger sister. Like her brother, she had red hair (only it was shoulder length instead of shaven). Apart from that, she and Ed had very little in common. Her skin was a peach like color, unlike her brother's yellow complexion; she had a thin build, and was only about as tall as Eddy. Unlike her brother, Sarah was fairly intelligent. She also lacked her brother's warm heart. She was an angry child, constantly throwing tantrums and going into fit of rage. She often took out her vicious rage on her dimwitted older brother, who, being as loving as he is would never retaliate or complain. Sarah and Ed were like yin and yang.

Strangely, there were two people who Sarah had a genuine soft spot for. Curiously, one of these two was Double D. Not so curiously, the other was Jimmy.

Jimmy was the youngest and the frailest of all the children in the cul-de-sac. He had paper white skin, milky eyes, bushy hair so blonde that it looked white, and twigs for limbs. His teeth were held in place by a large, invasive ring shaped retainer that circled his head like a fence. The boy looked sickly, shaking nervously under the summer sky in a blue cardigan. It was easy to tell Jimmy was a nervous and fragile boy who was drawn to tears at meager bruises and frivolous insults. Jimmy was much more comfortable around girls than boys, preferring to play with dolls over sports. Though he was the butt of the boys' jokes in the cul-de-sac, he always managed to find solace and comfort in his best friend Sarah, his guardian angel.

At first, the kids failed to notice the Eds. It was Kevin who first spotted the boys as he was in the middle of a triple spin. As his bike landed, he called, "If it isn't Dork and Dorko!"

"That's three dorks here Kevin!" Ed called back stupidly.

"Tomorrow there won't be." Kevin replied. "Then it'll just be two dorks and their imaginary friend." Kevin laughed and a few of the kids joined in. The Eds did their best to ignore them.

"Yes well-" Double D began. "I'm here to say farewell to my fellow... uh..." he searched for a word to call the children. "Acquaintances." He walked up to the kids and one by one, shook their hands.

"Goodbye Jimmy. I hope your teeth repair themselves someday soon." Double D said in a friendly manner as he shook Jimmy's hand.

"Didn't you have a part in breaking my teeth with your pastry sca-?"

"Yes, well, I'll see you soon too Jimmy!" Double D stuttered, avoiding what would've been an awkward confrontation. He strutted over to Nazz and shook her hand, blushing.

"It was nice l- l- living n- near you Nazz." Double D managed to spit out.

"Awesome dude!" Nazz spoke, as she gave Double D a big hug. Double D just ended up blushing even more. "Take care and have an awesome time out in Oregon." She finally released him, and Double D then staggered toward Rolf.

"Well Rolf, my folks told me to thank your family for giving us all that Shmitten Fraughten as a gift." Double D reached out to shake Rolf's hand, but Rolf didn't exactly shake hands with him. Rolf gave him something called the foot-shaking of farewell, a common gesture for goodbyes in... Wherever wolf happened to be from...

Rolf was an anomaly to his fellow children. He had come to American from his agricultural home country six years ago with only his nana. Together, the two ran a small two acre farm in the back of their Minnesota property. Nothing about the circumstances for their arrival seemed to add up, but then again, the children knew so little. Though Rolf spoke with an intense fervor when discussing his culture, he rarely spoke of him homeland, never providing a name of a country or specific reason for his pilgrimage.

Curious as ever to learn, Double D regretted he would never be able to learn more of his neighbor's unique culture or homeland. All of the sudden, a thought passed through Double D's head. "By the way Rolf, what was in that meat which seems so similar to our common processed sausage here in the United States?"

"Oh ho, ho!" Rolf said smugly with glee. "That was the traditional food of Rolf's homeland. Rolf's culture uses the intestine of a koala, throat of pig, heart of lamb, and liver of a turkey whom was hatched on a full moon to make the said deli meat. After which it is seasoned in the common poison ivy, detoxified with lemon juice, and served on silver dish, as is tradition." Somehow not noticing Double D was about to throw up, Rolf finished with, "Rolf knew you would be pleased."

"Yes... thank you Rolf..." Double D tried very hard not to lose his breakfast and proceeded over to Sarah.

"Well Sarah, I guess this is goodbye." He reached out to shake her hand. "Unless you'll be coming with Ed when he and Eddy visit in the summers."

"Count on it Double D!" Sarah then proceeded to hug him. This was the second hug he had received today. Yet for some reason, Double D found himself enjoying this more than Nazz's hug. But why?

"Uh..." Double D murmured, unsure what to say. "Alrighty then. Great... I guess..."

He slowly pulled her off himself and walked over to Kevin. From the sidelines, Eddy whispered, "This'll be the most awkward parting of the day."

"Let's get this over with." Kevin muttered. He reached into his pocket and pulled out three jawbreakers. "These are from my folks. It's a goodbye present. Blah, blah, blah. Go nuts." He tossed them to Double D, who proceeded to weakly catch them, nearly tripping as he did so. "Whelp, say bye, bye to Johnny and call it a day, huh dorkette?" Kevin said almost to himself.

Double D laid his jawbreakers and ant farm on the sidewalk and strolled over to Johnny, who would be the last parting of the day. "Well Johnny," Double spoke. "You and Plank take care now." He was about to shake hands with the odd boy who made himself a companion with a piece of wood with a crayon face, when Johnny held Plank up to his ear.

"What'd yah say buddy?" Johnny asked to hunk of wood. "End of the world." Johnny said confused. "Are you buyin' into that Mayan stuff. It's always a fad with you, mister!" His face scrunched up, quizzically examining his imaginary friend. "Giant void...? What do yah mean...? Look up?" Johnny turned toward the sky and shouted, "Holy Toledo!"

Everyone looked up at the sky and then, all of the kids' jaws fell open in awe. "What on Earth!" shouted Double D. It appeared to be a large purple void. It was swirling in a counterclockwise motion and produce no noise what so ever. It must've formed around them during the short twenty minutes as they'd been exchanging goodbyes.

"Has Nana become angry?" Rolf pondered.

"This defies all laws of physics. Black holes don't form this close to Earth!" Double D shouted.

"IT'S THE CURSE OF EVIL TIM!" Ed wailed

"Sarah, that thing is giving me the heeber jeebers!" said Jimmy, shaking with fear.

"Should we dial nine, one, one?" asked Sarah.

"Yeah right pipsqueak. I bet they could really fix the sky!" Eddy laughed, muffled by one of Double D's jawbreakers in his mouth.

"Guys..." Nazz murmured. "The ground is starting to shake." And indeed it was. It felt as if a large earthquake had begun to shake the whole cul-de-sac. No! The whole world! The kids found it impossible to stand. Everyone grabbed someone who was near them. The Ed's grabbed each other for dear life. Jimmy and Sarah clutched each other in fear. Rolf, Nazz, and Kevin were bounded together. And Johnny gripped his best friend Plank.

Bright flashed of light blinded the kids. It looked as if the world was disappearing around them. The Earth swished. Colors meshed. Sounds seemed to carry a strange mellifluous hum to them. Whiteness enveloped the world like a snowy day.

"This is like, so messing up my hair!" Nazz yelled.

"Hang on buddy!" Johnny shouted to Plank.

"Jimmy, grip me tight!" Sarah howled.

"This is crazy man! CRAZY!" Kevin roared.

"GOT ANY BRIGHT IDEAS SOCKHEAD!" Eddy yelled. But for once, Double D had no ideas. He thought the world was over. All the kids thought the world was over. They only hoped their ends would be painless.