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Ed, Edd n Eddy in: Dim-Lit Ed
Chapter 1. "Two nuts and a tree."
The day began like most August days did. Edd was outside in the grassy area of the park. Jimmy was doing somersaults in the grass. Jonny was climbing trees. It was business as usual; just another boring, un-eventful day. "Look at me," Jimmy sang as he rolled in the grass. Edd's work was more serious. He was releasing a freshly hatched beetle into the grass. "Fresh out of the incubator and thrust into the world," he mused jovially. "Let's try to adapt, shall we?" Jimmy was rolling in the direction of the beetle, which had just begun to nibble on a blade of grass. "By George, he's assimilated!" Edd cried as the beetle munched again on the foliage. CRUNCH! Jimmy rolled right over the insect. Edd's pupils widened. He held up the limp, vacant blade of grass. "JIMMY, STOP!" Edd exclaimed. Jimmy sat up immediately. "Hello?" he said. Edd raced up to the curly-haired boy and began to search his hair, trying desperately to locate the bug. "Stand perfectly still! Somersaulting is a wild and irresponsible sport, young man," he scolded. "Let's hope your recklessness didn't harm the innocent." With that, Edd pulled the beetle out of Jimmy's curls and sighed with relief. "See," he said, "you could have crushed this poor arthropod!" Jimmy went pale. "Was that on me?" He asked wearily. "Jimmy," Edd said, "the grass is a veritable micro-world, home to thousands-upon-thousands of bugs. It just hitched a ride in your hair to." Jimmy squealed in fright. "CREEPY-CRAWLIES!" he panicked. "They're all around me! They're all around me! Bugs! Sarah, HELP!" Jimmy ran away to seek the aid of his tomboyish friend, Sarah. Well," Edd muttered, "Jimmy's lack of good judgment is evident."
As Edd was walking, he bumped into Jonny, who once again, had managed to wedge his "ten-gallon head" between a forked branch in a tree. He was dangling in the air. "Jonny, not again!" Edd said. Jonny loved climbing trees, and the issue of his bulbous head was the only problem. "Yup, this happens to me a lot, Double-D." Jonny referred to Edd by hid nickname. "Don't you think you would've learned by your past mistakes?" Edd pointed out. "After all, it's just common sense!" Jonny stared at Edd for a moment. "Nope, I guess not!" Jonny chuckled. Edd sighed. "Can I help in any way?" He asked dimly. "No thanks. Plank already went for help." Jonny said. He was, of course, referring to his friend, Plank, who in reality was nothing more than a piece of 2x4 with a face drawn on it. It seemed that plank hadn't gotten very far in the way of "getting help". "He'll be back in about a freckle past the hair." Jonny rolled up his sleeve and pointed to a pretend watch on his wrist. Edd walked away slowly. "Interesting." he said, puzzled. As Edd walked down the sidewalk to his house, he could faintly hear Jonny singing "Tra-lala-la-la-la" and swinging back and forth, still suspended in the tree.
Edd was in his yard. "It may be just coincidence, but it seems good judgment is at a premium today." He muttered. He was about to open his front door when it fell on top of him, and who should appear, but his good friend Ed, grappling desperately with what looked to be a belt. "Snake! Snake!" Ed hollered, fighting with the object. "I got it, Eddy, I got it!" Just as Edd was about to clamber out from underneath the door, his other friend, Eddy, raced out to aid Ed. "Watch it, Ed! It might bite!" He yelled. "It is slippery, Eddy!" Ed panicked, the belt tightly wrapped around his funnel-shaped head. "It has blinded me with its venom!" (The belt was wrapped over his eyes.) "Pull it off, Ed!" Eddy ran to aid his oversized friend, only to be knocked back by a blow from Ed's head. Somehow, Ed freed himself from the "snake's" grasp and threw it to the ground. Edd walked up to them, finally out from under his door. "Did ya see that thing lunge at us?" Eddy trembled. "Hmm." Edd said. "That is a belt." Ed was also trembling. "But I heard it hiss, Double-D!" he said. Edd was getting annoyed. "Impossible, Ed!" He argued. "It ain't moving much." Eddy said, lifting the limp clothing article with his shoe. Edd had heard enough. "IT'S A BELT!" he hollered. "FOR CRYIN' OUT LOUD, IT SECURES YOUR PANTS!" He grabbed his head in exasperation. "Sure did look like a snake," Eddy picked it up. "Hey! I bet we could sell this thing as an exotic pet!" Ed smiled. "I'd buy it," he chimed. "Stop," Edd hollered. "I don't want to hear any more! The academic level of this Cul-De-Sac is dropping like a lead weight!" he continued, kicking a football out of the way. "If we don't get some kind of mental stimulation, we'll all be reduced to protoplasm!" Of course, neither Ed nor Eddy was listening, as Eddy's attention was focused on the football. He nudged Ed in the arm. "Yo, Lurch," he said, "With a little paint, that football could look like an alligator."
Edd turned pale and stared at them both. "You need help." He peeped. "You all need help." He screamed and ran off.
Ed, Edd n Eddy in: Dim-Lit Ed
Chapter 1. "Two nuts and a tree."
The day began like most August days did. Edd was outside in the grassy area of the park. Jimmy was doing somersaults in the grass. Jonny was climbing trees. It was business as usual; just another boring, un-eventful day. "Look at me," Jimmy sang as he rolled in the grass. Edd's work was more serious. He was releasing a freshly hatched beetle into the grass. "Fresh out of the incubator and thrust into the world," he mused jovially. "Let's try to adapt, shall we?" Jimmy was rolling in the direction of the beetle, which had just begun to nibble on a blade of grass. "By George, he's assimilated!" Edd cried as the beetle munched again on the foliage. CRUNCH! Jimmy rolled right over the insect. Edd's pupils widened. He held up the limp, vacant blade of grass. "JIMMY, STOP!" Edd exclaimed. Jimmy sat up immediately. "Hello?" he said. Edd raced up to the curly-haired boy and began to search his hair, trying desperately to locate the bug. "Stand perfectly still! Somersaulting is a wild and irresponsible sport, young man," he scolded. "Let's hope your recklessness didn't harm the innocent." With that, Edd pulled the beetle out of Jimmy's curls and sighed with relief. "See," he said, "you could have crushed this poor arthropod!" Jimmy went pale. "Was that on me?" He asked wearily. "Jimmy," Edd said, "the grass is a veritable micro-world, home to thousands-upon-thousands of bugs. It just hitched a ride in your hair to." Jimmy squealed in fright. "CREEPY-CRAWLIES!" he panicked. "They're all around me! They're all around me! Bugs! Sarah, HELP!" Jimmy ran away to seek the aid of his tomboyish friend, Sarah. Well," Edd muttered, "Jimmy's lack of good judgment is evident."
As Edd was walking, he bumped into Jonny, who once again, had managed to wedge his "ten-gallon head" between a forked branch in a tree. He was dangling in the air. "Jonny, not again!" Edd said. Jonny loved climbing trees, and the issue of his bulbous head was the only problem. "Yup, this happens to me a lot, Double-D." Jonny referred to Edd by hid nickname. "Don't you think you would've learned by your past mistakes?" Edd pointed out. "After all, it's just common sense!" Jonny stared at Edd for a moment. "Nope, I guess not!" Jonny chuckled. Edd sighed. "Can I help in any way?" He asked dimly. "No thanks. Plank already went for help." Jonny said. He was, of course, referring to his friend, Plank, who in reality was nothing more than a piece of 2x4 with a face drawn on it. It seemed that plank hadn't gotten very far in the way of "getting help". "He'll be back in about a freckle past the hair." Jonny rolled up his sleeve and pointed to a pretend watch on his wrist. Edd walked away slowly. "Interesting." he said, puzzled. As Edd walked down the sidewalk to his house, he could faintly hear Jonny singing "Tra-lala-la-la-la" and swinging back and forth, still suspended in the tree.
Edd was in his yard. "It may be just coincidence, but it seems good judgment is at a premium today." He muttered. He was about to open his front door when it fell on top of him, and who should appear, but his good friend Ed, grappling desperately with what looked to be a belt. "Snake! Snake!" Ed hollered, fighting with the object. "I got it, Eddy, I got it!" Just as Edd was about to clamber out from underneath the door, his other friend, Eddy, raced out to aid Ed. "Watch it, Ed! It might bite!" He yelled. "It is slippery, Eddy!" Ed panicked, the belt tightly wrapped around his funnel-shaped head. "It has blinded me with its venom!" (The belt was wrapped over his eyes.) "Pull it off, Ed!" Eddy ran to aid his oversized friend, only to be knocked back by a blow from Ed's head. Somehow, Ed freed himself from the "snake's" grasp and threw it to the ground. Edd walked up to them, finally out from under his door. "Did ya see that thing lunge at us?" Eddy trembled. "Hmm." Edd said. "That is a belt." Ed was also trembling. "But I heard it hiss, Double-D!" he said. Edd was getting annoyed. "Impossible, Ed!" He argued. "It ain't moving much." Eddy said, lifting the limp clothing article with his shoe. Edd had heard enough. "IT'S A BELT!" he hollered. "FOR CRYIN' OUT LOUD, IT SECURES YOUR PANTS!" He grabbed his head in exasperation. "Sure did look like a snake," Eddy picked it up. "Hey! I bet we could sell this thing as an exotic pet!" Ed smiled. "I'd buy it," he chimed. "Stop," Edd hollered. "I don't want to hear any more! The academic level of this Cul-De-Sac is dropping like a lead weight!" he continued, kicking a football out of the way. "If we don't get some kind of mental stimulation, we'll all be reduced to protoplasm!" Of course, neither Ed nor Eddy was listening, as Eddy's attention was focused on the football. He nudged Ed in the arm. "Yo, Lurch," he said, "With a little paint, that football could look like an alligator."
Edd turned pale and stared at them both. "You need help." He peeped. "You all need help." He screamed and ran off.