A young woman sat in her office writing her latest story about the time Pith Possum, Super Dynamic Possum of Tomorrow fended off an invasion of wooden robots from Dr. Paul Bunion. She had light green eyes, blonde hair, red lips, and a small nose; she wore a black beret, a white blouse, a black vest, a red necktie, a red skirt, and black pumps. Her name was Doris Deer. This is the story of two romantic people who came together: Doris Deer and Peter Possum. Doris was a beautiful young woman and a reporter for a great metropolitan tabloid, the Weakly World Horsefeather.

Meanwhile, in downtown Possum City, three boys, known as the Eds, pulled up front of the headquarters. "We're here, boys!" shouted Eddy, the ringleader of the group. "Double D, how much did we make?" Double D (or better known as Edd), the smartest leader of the group, calculated how much money they earned. "Well, according to our last weekly profits, I'd say we've made about $10.95, Eddy." Eddy was delighted. He'd dreamed of the day they would buy a mine full of jawbreakers, the one and only thing the Eds had desired. "But, unfortunately, it still isn't enough to buy our own jawbreaker mine. Nowadays, jawbreaker mines cost only $5,000." "WHAAAAAAT?!" Eddy shouted. "$5,000 DOLLARS FOR A STINKIN' JAWBREAKER MINE?! THAT'S RIDICULOUS!" He growled with frustration.

Then, Eddy got an idea. "Boys, put your heads together." The Eds put their heads together. "Now, what's the one thing folks always fall for?" Ed, the dim-witted, yet strongest, member of the group, pulled his bottom lip down, and let it go up, until he said, "Buttered toast!" "No, mono-brow, scams! All we gotta do is to make a quick buck out of them and get outta town! And I've got the perfect disguise for it..." He pulled out a trench-coat a polka-dotted necktie, a fedora, and a mustache. Double D, get on top of Ed, and then, I'll get on top of you just so I can put on the costume." Double D obeyed his command. He got on top of Ed, and Eddy got on top of Double D. He slipped the trench-coat over himself and put on the fedora and mustache. "Let's go, boys!" But once they got inside, they tripped they fell down like the fools that they were.

But Eddy didn't give up, just yet. Just then, he spotted a small opossum wearing a visor, a green vest, a red bowtie, and a pair of glasses. His name was Peter Possum. "Hey, short stuff!" he hollered to Peter. "Who, me?" he asked, shyly.

"Where's the top reporter who does all the big stuff?"

"You mean Ms. Deer?"

"Yeah!"

"Oh, she's up on the fifth floor. I'll guide you into her office." Eddy whispered to his companions, "Get up, guys, we're goin' to see Ms. Deer." He popped back through the shirt-hole and with a mighty heave, the Eds pushed off of the floor and got up. The "stranger" leaned sideways on the way to the elevator and "he" hit his face above the elevator doors. But he got on board, anyway.

When they got to the fifth floor, Peter knocked on the door. "Who is it?" asked Doris. "It's me, Peter." replied Peter. "Oh well, come in anyway." she replied. And Peter came in with the "stranger". "Copy-boy, what are your doing with this stranger?" "THINK AGAIN, SISTER!" jeered the "stranger". He took off the disguise to reveal the Eds underneath! "Copy-boy, you nerd, get these punks out of here now!" shouted Doris. "Oh, no, baby! We'll take him out for you." said Eddy. He threw Peter out the door, where he crashed into a wall and slammed down on the floor. He even melted like sludge. "I've been tricked, and it's not April Fool's Day either. Darn it!"

Meanwhile, inside Doris' office, the Eds quickly set up lights and cameras, as if they were producing a TV show. "Kids, I don't want to be rude, but you shouldn't be here; this is my personal work space." she warned the Eds. But they paid no attention to her. When Eddy placed a microphone chip onto her vest, Double D said, "Eddy, we are live in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!" "I-i-i-i-i-it's show-time! Good afternoon, ladies and germs! And welcome to another episode of "Eds Across America"! I'm standin' here with-uh, what's your name?" "I'm Doris Deer." she said. "Doris Deer, welcome to the show, and we wanna know what ya do for a livin'!"

"Well, I'm a reporter. What a reporter does is that he or she writes stories that get featured on the newspapers. The chief, Mr. Kane, calls me to get a scoop for the Weakly World Horsefeather, Possum City's best printing press in town."

"Ooh, ooh, ooh! What about the Curse of Evil Tim?! Oh, no! What about the Invaders from the Robot Planet?! What about the Mutant Snail from France?!" shouted Ed.

"Shut up, stupid! Get back on track here!" shouted Eddy. Edd, seeing this, said to Ms. Deer, "You'll have to excuse Ed. He's into many monster movies." "Well, forget about that, monster movies aren't my thing." replied Doris. "Back to my story: when I'm called to go someone where, I take my camera, a pencil, and a notepad with me to jot down all the events and take pictures." "Fascinating." said Double D. "Writing stories is easy for me, once I see a crime taking place, or a world premiere of a tight-budgeted, big promoting movie." But while she was talking, Eddy whispered something in Eddy's ear. Ed nodded and slunk over to her desk and grabbed her purse. He hid it under his shirt. "...And being a reporter takes a lot of wit to keep my job." "Well, that's all the time we have for this half! Ladies and germs, "Eds Across America" will be right back after these messages." "And please do, for I'll be talking about Pith Possum, Super Dynamic Possum of Tomorrow!" she called.

"Ya got the purse, lumpy?" asked Eddy. "Sure do, Eddy." replied Ed. He gave the purse to Eddy, who looked inside and saw her money! "Thatta boy, mono-brow!" whooped Eddy. "Eddy, what have you done?!" gasped Double D. "What's going on?" said Doris. "My purse! Give it back! NOW!" "Run for it!" shouted Eddy. They ran for their lives, with Doris close behind.

Peter, who saw what was happening, said, "This looks like a job for Pith Possum, Super-Dynamic Possum of Tomorrow!" He ran for the supplies closet and changed into Pith Possum. He checked his watch. "Obediah, come in, Obediah." The reception picked and Obediah said, "Trouble, boss?" "It seems that a trio of delinquents have stolen Doris Deer's purse." he told Obediah. "Uh-huh," he replied. "Yes! Then, ready the Possummobile! We've got to stop them at once!"

Preparing for action, he said, "Possum Power to the rescue!" Unfortunately for him, he jumped out the window by mistake, fell from a great height, and went "Ker-splat!" on the road. The super-powered marsupial of tomorrow had no idea which way he was going. Dazed and confused, he clambered out of a hole he'd made and went off to catch the Eds, but he hadn't counted on to get run over. Fortunately, Obediah, who knew he had run over him over by accident over the years, stopped just in front of him. "Come on, boss." said Obediah. "Have no fear, Ms. Deer. Pith Possum is on the way!" Pith said, boldly. At last, when the dome closed up, the Possummobile took off. The chase was on!

Meanwhile, the Eds were right up front, with Doris right behind them. "Stop!" she shouted. "That purse isn't yours! Why don't you get some wallets for a change?!"

"A-no way, baby!" Eddy shouted. He spotted a truck heading out of the city. "Come on, we gotta catch that truck!" "Never, Eddy! We must give the purse back to Ms. Deer!" shouted Edd. "We want the jawbreakers, sock-head!" "I SAID NO!" But they did, anyway. "Ha-ha! So long, sucker!" shouted Eddy. "No! My purse!" she started sobbing. "No, no, no, no, no, no! How am I going to pay for everything I've got?!"

But inside, there was some loud punching inside the truck. "BAM! BOOM! WHACK! PUNCH! KA-POW!" Then, the hatch burst open and Pith Possum held the Eds with one hand and her purse with the other. He gave it to Ms. Deer, who started kissing him rapidly. "Oh, Pith Possum, Super-Dynamic Possum of Tomorrow, I don't know what I'd do without you!"

Yes, all seemed well for your soon-to-be-favorite superhero and lover-reporter pairing. However, someone was watching them from far-away. But someone else had her eye on the dashing Pith Possum: Icy, a wicked witch who always got her way.

From inside a barren tree on the bad side of the town, Icy was a young woman with blue eyes, dark blue eye-shadow, red lips, and grey hair wrapped up in a pony-tail hair-style. She wore a dark teal tube-piece, a dull navy sleeveless tank top with an 'I' that stood for her name, dull navy pants, dark blue boots, dull navy finger-less gloves, and a royal blue cape. "That pathetic journalist!" she snarled. "I'd like to bump her out of place and take her position as a reporter!" She turned to her companions, Darcy and Stormy, said, "Ladies, Pith Possum doesn't know it yet, but he's going be my husband." "Yes, but I do have some concerns for that, Icy," said Darcy. "Well then, what is it?" Icy replied. "Well, it would be an inter-species romance. And I believe it would cause some bizarre-looking children."

Icy growled. "Don't be ridiculous, Darcy! What would you know about inter-species romance?!" She calmed down. "But, here's my point: our children will be the smartest, the wickedest, the most magical-not to mention the best looking. Why, they'll be just like me!" And the witches cackled evilly. "Oh, Icy! Oh, Icy!" "Oh, no. What could it be this time?"

"Like, I just found the perfect way to get that reporter job: like, why don't you go to night school just so you can get that job?" Claire Brewster said to Icy. "Not now, Ms. Brewster, I'm thinking." Katnip and Hunch came in as well. "And what do you have to suggest for me, huh?" asked Icy. "Well, uh,you see-uh-what I want to say is-" stammered Hunch. "Spill the beans, dim-wit!" growled Katnip. "Well, uh, why don't you take over the printing press and the city in just a couple of weeks?" Hunch asked. "Hunch... you... are a genius!" declared Icy. "I am! Oh, boy! Imagination! Ho-ho!" "Enough of this, you foolish, little owl!" snapped Icy.

Hunch gulped in apprehension. " And I thought Uncle Dukey was mean..." "Well, Icy, what do you think of this?" Stormy asked to Icy. "I say this right now, my friends: Pith Possum is as good as mine!" Icy laughed an evil laugh, as she stared out the window.