Double-D stood at his drawing board with one pencil in his hand and another
behind his ear. He spun to face Ed and Eddy who were waiting anxiously to
see the local prodigy's newest brainchild.
"Well, gentlemen. . ." Double-D started, "and I use that term loosely, I have a basic floor layout for our haunted house. Now, we need to do our research. Ed brought all of his old horror movies, correct?"
"You bet!" Ed exclaimed, big fat grin beaming.
"Where are they, Ed?" Eddy asked.
"Umm. lemme find them!" Ed replied, rummaging through his jacket. He ducked his head and arms into it like a turtle. Double-D and Eddy glared at each other in confusion. Eddy shrugged, and turned back to Ed, whose legs had been withdrawn into his pants. Ed was now a bundle on the floor, looking much like a rock. Miscellaneous objects flew out of the arm, leg, and neck holes of Ed's clothes as he searched for his prized movies.
"How does he get himself dressed in the mornings, anyway?" Eddy asked to himself. Eddy turned to Double-D. "Better go and make some popcorn." Double-D nodded and left the basement for his kitchen. Eddy rolled his eyes and prepared to follow Edd upstairs.
"Found them!" Ed yelled, slamming a wheelbarrow full of video tapes on top of Eddy, smashing him to the ground.
"Gr-Gr-Grandad?" Eddy stammered, pulling himself out from underneath the wheelbarrow. "ED!!!" Eddy shouted, leaping onto Ed. Eddy grabbed Ed by the collar and firmly planted his sneakers into Ed's chest. "Ed, that eyebrow's too big for your fat head!"
"Guys, the popcorn is ready!" Double-D said from the top of the stairs.
"Cool! Grab the movies, Ed!"
"Table for two!" Ed shouted, carrying the wheelbarrow upstairs one-handed as if it were a mere pillow.
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"Eddy, I can't believe you convinced me to do something this idiotic." Double-D sighed, slipping a fake zombie mask over his head. "First, we watched twelve hours of stupid monster movies that we could have produced better, now this."
"Double-D, just stand there and look scary. Ed, go put on your monster costume." Eddy replied.
"Righto, mister!" Ed replied, saluting. Ed left the room.
"Monster constume. good lord, Eddy, I hope you don't mean that suit Ed wore to scare the living daylights out of the kids in the Cal-De-Sac! I still haven't recovered from the last time he put that thing on! I am still waking up in a cold sweat when I dream about it!"
"Don't get your hat in a knot, Shakespeare. Ed'll be fine this time." Eddy replied, putting on his werewolf suit.
"Ready for action, Eddy!" Ed yelled, returning into the room with his infamous gray monster suit on. "I am a monster!!! RRRRRGH!"
"Save it for the customers, Ed!"
"Oh, brother. . ."
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Meanwhile, deep within the intestines of the commercial district, what started as a simple car accident involving a van and three cars was about to get more dangerous than anyone had ever expected.
"Well, gentlemen. . ." Double-D started, "and I use that term loosely, I have a basic floor layout for our haunted house. Now, we need to do our research. Ed brought all of his old horror movies, correct?"
"You bet!" Ed exclaimed, big fat grin beaming.
"Where are they, Ed?" Eddy asked.
"Umm. lemme find them!" Ed replied, rummaging through his jacket. He ducked his head and arms into it like a turtle. Double-D and Eddy glared at each other in confusion. Eddy shrugged, and turned back to Ed, whose legs had been withdrawn into his pants. Ed was now a bundle on the floor, looking much like a rock. Miscellaneous objects flew out of the arm, leg, and neck holes of Ed's clothes as he searched for his prized movies.
"How does he get himself dressed in the mornings, anyway?" Eddy asked to himself. Eddy turned to Double-D. "Better go and make some popcorn." Double-D nodded and left the basement for his kitchen. Eddy rolled his eyes and prepared to follow Edd upstairs.
"Found them!" Ed yelled, slamming a wheelbarrow full of video tapes on top of Eddy, smashing him to the ground.
"Gr-Gr-Grandad?" Eddy stammered, pulling himself out from underneath the wheelbarrow. "ED!!!" Eddy shouted, leaping onto Ed. Eddy grabbed Ed by the collar and firmly planted his sneakers into Ed's chest. "Ed, that eyebrow's too big for your fat head!"
"Guys, the popcorn is ready!" Double-D said from the top of the stairs.
"Cool! Grab the movies, Ed!"
"Table for two!" Ed shouted, carrying the wheelbarrow upstairs one-handed as if it were a mere pillow.
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"Eddy, I can't believe you convinced me to do something this idiotic." Double-D sighed, slipping a fake zombie mask over his head. "First, we watched twelve hours of stupid monster movies that we could have produced better, now this."
"Double-D, just stand there and look scary. Ed, go put on your monster costume." Eddy replied.
"Righto, mister!" Ed replied, saluting. Ed left the room.
"Monster constume. good lord, Eddy, I hope you don't mean that suit Ed wore to scare the living daylights out of the kids in the Cal-De-Sac! I still haven't recovered from the last time he put that thing on! I am still waking up in a cold sweat when I dream about it!"
"Don't get your hat in a knot, Shakespeare. Ed'll be fine this time." Eddy replied, putting on his werewolf suit.
"Ready for action, Eddy!" Ed yelled, returning into the room with his infamous gray monster suit on. "I am a monster!!! RRRRRGH!"
"Save it for the customers, Ed!"
"Oh, brother. . ."
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Meanwhile, deep within the intestines of the commercial district, what started as a simple car accident involving a van and three cars was about to get more dangerous than anyone had ever expected.