I arrived at the cul-de-sac the next day as Ed, Edd and Eddy were already making their way towards the junkyard. "Hey dudes!" I waved to them, skateboarding to their position and flipping the board into my hands once I reached Eddy. "What's goin' on?" I asked

"I have a prefect idea to make a few quick bucks!" Eddy exclaimed.

"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow. "And what's the plan now?"

"An art gallery! We'll sell junk for so much!" Eddy explained. "It's brilliant!"

"One problem hotshot, how're we gonna get the art?" I put one hand on my hip.

"At the junkyard, duh 'hotshot'." He snapped. "Now get moving." I rolled my eyes and caught up with Double D as they resumed their trek, me now in tow. I pulled a paper out of my pocket and unfolded it to reveal a newly written poem.

"Here." I whispered. "I thought you might like this one." He perused through it.

"Excellent!" He complimented. "You certainly have a talent." I blushed.

"Thanks dude, I just love doin' it." I smiled. Before I knew it we were at the junkyard. Eddy rubbed his hands together manically.

"Go get 'em!" He commanded. Ed leapt off in a random direction and I followed closely behind, barely sharing in his enthusiasm. He grabbed a crumpled piece of newspaper and dabbed his finger in some motor-oil, making a design on the 'canvas'.

"It's a chicken!" He exclaimed as he held it up to show me. The scribble was hardly anything from this universe.

"Nice work Ed." I giggled. "Keep goin'." I perused through a few car-parts and got some wire from another pile, fashioning together a small, one-foot sculpture. It was abstract, yes, but interesting. One by one Ed and I pulled out self-proclaimed art. Eddy loaded it all up in a wheelbarrow and started back to the cul-de-sac.

"Let's get this back to Ed's house before it starts to smell." Eddy stated.

"I think it's too late for that." I held my nose with a grimace, making Edd laugh. When we were back at the cul-de-sac we set out the art in Ed's house, Eddy placing ridiculous price-tags on everything. As soon as we were done Sarah came through the door, Jimmy in tow behind.

"Ed! Get all of this garbage out of the living room!" She yelled.

"But baby sister--"

"ED!" She screeched. Ed made a move to tear down a 'painting' when I stopped him.

"Come on Sarah, it's only for a little bit." I tried to negotiate with her.

"Why you--" She began to fume.

"Ooh! Sarah! Look at this!" Jimmy pranced up and down, pointing to one of my better sculptures. "So imaginative, so abstract! I must have it!"

"Thanks man! Totally recycled too!" I smiled, coming over to where he stood. I took a look at the price tag. $1,000. I tore it off and crumpled it, putting it into my pocket. Eddy immediately protested.

"What do you think you're doing?!" He yelled.

"One-thousand bucks?" I asked. "Are you thick in the head? No one's got that kind of money." I turned back to Jimmy. "How much'll you take it for?"

"How about..." He opened up his man-purse. "Ten dollars?" He held out the cash.

"Sold!" Eddy snatched it from his hand and held it against his cheek lovingly.

"Awesome, thanks dude!" I grinned, handing him the sculpture. "Enjoy!" I waved as him a Sarah went up into her room.

"A scam of yours... actually worked?" Double D questioned in disbelief.

"Yes!" Eddy leapt in the air. "And think if we sell all of this junk! We'll have enough to buy Ed a brain!"

"Been there done that Eddy!" Ed's attention turned to us from picking the toe-jam from his feet.

"Not in the house man!" I stuck out my tongue in disgust. "Open a window!" After the air was cleared Eddy made his rounds outside, beckoning suckers in one by one. After approximately an hour every sculpture was sold, leaving only Ed's art. He almost sobbed. "Ed." I patted him on the back. "I'd like your art." I smiled. He brightened up.

"Really?" He asked.

"Of course." I reiterated as I took down one of the pieces of newspaper. "I'll go hang it over my bed when I get home." I folded it and stuck it into my pocket. Ed hugged me tightly, making my gag as I suffocated.

"Yay! I'm artsy-fartsy!" Ed exclaimed.

"Sure dude! Just don't crush me!" I squirmed out of his grip. I turned to Eddy as he was shuffling the cash, eyeing it like it was a girly-magazine. "What're we gonna get with that?" I asked.

"What else?" He replied. "Jaw breakers!"