Hello! This is my first Ed, Edd, n Eddy fanfic, and so I may not be very good at first. But still, enjoy!
It was a cold day in January in the town of Peach Creek, population: 4,186 people. Peach Creek was your typical, normal suburban cul-de-sac neighborhood. Well, it varies on your definition of normal.
Peach Creek is normal if you define it as having 3 boys with the same name do scams every day, one who is in advanced classes, one who's IQ would worry some people but can literally pick up a tree, and another who has a Napoleon complex that also has a book devoted solely to planning scams. Who also live in the same neighborhood as a jerk jock, a bratty half-pint sister to a said boy who does scams, another one who is frailer than a feather, an old country crazy weirdo, a boy who has a plank of wood as a best friend, and a hot beauty.
A combination of all these may result in total destruction of the town, or at least Rathink Avenue.
These boys, who's names were Eddy, Ed and Double D, are now doing another one of their scams in which...
''HEY SOCKHEAD, ARE YOU FINISHED WITH THAT HOT CHOCOLATE YET?!''
''Oh, I'm coming Eddy! You can't make a good winter drink in less than a minute!''
''Hot chocolate is like marshmallows with buttered toast!''
Eddy, Double D and Ed were currently doing yet another scam, this time called 'Ed's Crazy Hot Chocolate!' which was printed with Christmas colors on the sign that was to be hanged in a bit, which involved what Eddy called a 'super secret ingredient' of his. But right now Double D was mixing the sticky and thick 8 foot high steaming vat of chocolate bars, sugar, milk, butter, and creamy hot chocolate packets, chocolate bars, marshmallows, and more chocolate bars. He has a huge strength in intelligence, but in physical strength... there was a reason why he had an excuse to stay out of most PE activities for life. Right now his arms were aching like heck.
''Ed, why don't you help? You're the stronger one here!'' he complained.
''I am Double D!'' He dipped his whole arm into the vat and then came out of it with a sticky glomp of mud. He stuck his whole arm into his mouth, sucked on it like a baby, then came out of it.
''Tastes like chicken!'' he squealed.
''Ed! Don't eat the chocolate! They're for the customers.'', yelled Eddy.
''Alrighty Eddy!,'' shouted Double D from the top. He climbed down the ladder that he stood on. ''Let it cool down for a few minutes so that it won't scald the mouth.''
''Good, with this we'll make a million bucks and then we can buy all the jawbreakers that we want.'', Eddy snickered. Double D just rolled his eyes. When nobody was looking, Eddy dumped a packet of his 'super secret ingredient' into the mixture and stirred it up real well. This will really spice things up, he gleefully thought.
He stood at the stand where he tried to convince customers to buy his winter drink. ''Step right up to buy Ed's Crazy Hot Chocolate! It'll warm you up for the rest of the season, and its only 25 cents per cup!''
He annoyingly got the attention of the neighborhood kids who were playing winter football in the slushy snow, with the exception of Jimmy and Sarah since they were too young to play and preferred to do snow angels or build snowmen. But Eddy's showcasing was steadily getting on their nerves.
Kevin, the neighborhood jock, got so annoyed at Eddy's screaming advertising that he eventually relented. ''You dorks better give good hot chocolate.'', he angrily muttered as he dropped a spare quarter into the jar. The rest of the kids followed suit. Jonny looked at what was basically a cup of mud and commented ''Yuck! Plank does this look like chocolate to you?''
Eddy retorted ''Don't listen to that termite chow! Just drink like there's no tomorrow.'' Then he force fed it down his throat.
While he was doing that, Double D noticed a large empty plastic bag poking out of his friend's back pocket. Out of curiousness and suspicion, he carefully grabbed it with his thumb and forefinger. He read the label:
GROUNDED ROCOTO PEPPER!
ONE OF THE WORLD'S HOTTEST PEPPERS!
HANDLE WITH GREAT CAUTION!
GROWN IN CHILE
Double D intently studied the packet. Now why would Eddy have something like this with him, he thought. But now the real question is what is he using it for...?
A pungent smell pulled him from his thoughts and he saw that it was coming from the vat of chocolate. He sniffed the air around it and realized it had the faint yet distinct smell of a spicy pepper. He thought Wait, I don't remember adding any pepper in!
He glanced at Eddy and then Ed, then the packet, the vat...
''Oh Eddy, how could you!,'' he cried out. What in heaven's name was he thinking?!
''What?,'' Eddy yelled. But when he turned to look at Jonny again, he was met with a torrent of very spiced up hot chocolate. ''Hey what the-!'' He frantically tried to wipe away the sludge from his eyes before any permanent damage was done.
''Uh, guys,'' said Ed. ''They don't look too good.'' The kids faces were lava red and puffy and looked ready to explode at any moment. In less than 3 seconds, it seemed like an atom exploded over the area. The snow melted into a river of very icy water and the trees were browner than usual. But it was Kevin's, Nazz's, Jonny's, Jimmy's, Sarah's, and Rolf's reactions that would really capture the attention. If nothing else they were acting like they were expecting the end to come. They were panicking, trying so desperately to cool it down any way possible, first by eating the snow, but then they soon found out that it was only making it worse.
Like every scam they put the pieces together: spicy hot chocolate, the Eds, actually drinking...
Kevin turned to face them with the reddest, angriest, most irate expression he had ever mustered. Even the destruction of his bike was absolutely nothing compared to this.
''DDDDDDDDOOOOOOORRRRRRRKKKKKKKKSSSSSSS!''
Before he had a chance to finish that exclamation, the Eds were running for their lives.
Double D ran as if his whole being depended on it, which actually did. A red-faced Nazz and Jonny, and one very spiked-up Plank were on his heels in hot pursuit, and Double D knew that if he slowed down for just a second he was a goner. He and the others split up when they were being chased, and he didn't know if the others weren't already caught. But that was for later.
Oh where oh where can I hide? he thought. He glanced at a stray alleyway. There! He dove into it, wincing when he landed in trash. It wasn't the most sanitary of places, but it is better than nothing. He hung his body low until he heard the shouts and rapid footsteps pass faded. But when he uncovered his head, he heard a voice from somewhere.
''Power...powerful...rule...plan...slaves.'' It was a coming from deeper in the alleyway, like it was supposed to be hidden. Being Double D his curiosity got the best of him. Curse me and my curiosity...
He tiptoed down the alleyway, until he could hear iotas of conversation. What he heard caused a cold slither to creep down his back back.
''Our plan will succeed, it will; every flaw has been found and eliminated, every rough edge smoothed, every liability tracked down and terminated, everything has been perfected. Nothing will hold us back!'' The voice was cold, cruel, and sadistic.
Another voice spoke ''Are you sure about that? Everything is as it should be? Because the last thing we need is for some imperfection to come up and cause hundreds of years of work and planning to go down the drain.'' This voice was higher-pitched and more cautious, as if he wanted every word to come out right.
''Of course it will! It has to; we have made sure of it-wait was that?'' As he heard a sharp crunching sound.
Double D looked down and resisted the urge to gulp. His shoe had on some broken glass in his single-mindedness to hear the talking.
''Its coming from down there!'' he heard the voices shout.
Faster than he thought he could, Double D legs sprinted out of there. He heard the voices catching up to him, and for a moment he feared that he will be caught, but at last he got out of there. He tried to pretend he didn't hear anything, anything at all.
It wasn't ghosts or all that nonsense it wasn't foolishness plotting something... yes that's it foolishness. The gas emitting from the rotting garbage must be messing with my head. He briefly looked behind him and saw nothing. Yes it really was that gas...
Little did he know of the shadowy figures on the rooftops that were watching him and now wondering what to do.
''This is our first setback in many decades,'' the first one spoke. ''He must be eliminated. Remember what he said. Absolutely no witnesses.''
''What witness?,'' the second one argued. ''He hardly heard what we were talking about and look! He has convinced himself that he has heard nothing. He is no threat!''
''But even so he has to be caught. After that we'll see what we'll do with him.''
''Are you so sure about that? Others are bound to notice...''
Turning his head toward him, he spoke once more ''Then we will make sure that those who notice will no longer notice.''
Dun Dun DDUUNN! What will happen to Cartoon Network's favorite whiz kid? Find out in the next chapter! Please comment!
