Eddy was throwing out ideas for a new scam as he ate his bowl of Chunky Puffs, careful to wait until he finished chewing to speak in order to avoid a lecture - and a peppy one, no less - from Edd. He had already received one on the count of trying to belch his milk.

Meanwhile Ed, despite already having breakfast earlier, was also eating a bowl of Chunky Puffs… quite literally.

"Ed! That's my mom's good china!"

Ed let out a belch. "Good it was, Eddy!"

Eddy groaned, looking in Edd's direction, expecting another oration on the importance of table manners. But apparently Edd had paid no attention. Eddy frowned and went back to his breakfast.

Great. I belch my milk, I get a lecture. Ed belches mom's dishes, and he doesn't give a whoop.

Thankfully, his mom was understanding about Ed's unusual eating habits… though, given he knew about those habits, he'd probably still get scolded for having him over to eat in the first place.

Edd, having already eaten, was busying himself with cleaning up Eddy's kitchen. And, really, who was Eddy to complain? Being hyper, Edd needed something to keep himself busy, so what better than cleaning? He loved to clean. Plus, Eddy got out of one of his chores for the day. Killing two birds with one stone.

"I got it!" Eddy said, a thought for a scam finally coming to him. "How about a cruise?"

"We already did that, Eddy," Edd informed him perkily as he finished the dishes in record time. He quickly began cleaning the kitchen window.

"Fine," Eddy huffed, thinking for a moment before his eyes lit up again. "We could hire ourselves out as handymen! We'd make a killing!"

"We did that, too, Eddy," Edd chirped, finishing the window and racing on to wax the floor.

"Err… pet grooming?"

"Been there," Edd said, sliding past Eddy on the now slippery floor, trying to finish the waxing.

"Driving school?"

"Done that," Edd replied, sliding past him again in the opposite direction. Eddy watched dully as his friend glided around back and forth on his kitchen floor, never loosing that silly grin.

"Sell jewelry?"

"Did it, Eddy."

"Sell bikes?"

"Did it, Eddy."

"Sell pets??"

"Did it, Eddy."

"Mow lawns!?"

"Not on your life, Eddy."

Edd suddenly came to a stop next to Eddy, finished with the floor. "And besides, we've already tried that, as well."

Eddy growled in frustration and stood. "Then what haven't we-whoa!" The boy slipped and fell on his backside, sliding to a slow stop in the middle of the kitchen. "What the? Where'd my shoes go?" he asked, looking down at his feet that were now only covered with his socks.

"I needed to take them off so you wouldn't mess up the freshly waxed floor, Eddy," Edd explained, sliding on his own shoeless feet to put away the cleaning supplies under the sink. Eddy blinked.

"When'd you do that?"

"I am a beautiful ballerina, guys!" Ed said, sliding across the floor on the top of his head and spinning in circles. He laughed. "Ten out of ten for the man who loves hens."

"Ed! Don't you dare get dandruff on this floor! I just cleaned it!"

Eddy watched as Edd collided into Ed in an attempt to rush over to him. Ed fell on his stomach and Edd on his back, and the two slid across the room, knocked senseless by the collision.

Suddenly, Eddy had an idea. "Ed! Double D! That's it!"

"Sell clothing equipped with airbags…?" Edd asked woozily, sitting up. His caffeine high was going and he could feel the headache coming already.

Eddy blinked again. "No… but write that down." He rubbed his hands together in excitement. "What I meant was, we'll hold ourselves a floor skating championship!"

"Floor skating!!!" Ed exclaimed, apparently happy with the idea.

"Eddy, your kitchen is far too small to hold an event like that for the entire cul-de-sac," Edd reasoned, rubbing his throbbing head. He adjusted his sock cap. "There's absolutely no way that you could possibly…" He trailed off and his headache seemed to double in intensity as he noticed Eddy's grin. "Oh, no. Don't you even think about it!"

"Aw, come on!" Eddy said as he attempted to stand on the slippery surface. After a few unsuccessful attempts, he simply scooted over on his rear to his friend. He put his arm around Edd's shoulder. "The entire first floor of your place is hardwood flooring and tile! It's a floor skater's dream, Double D!"

"Absolutely not!" Edd argued. "That many people sliding around in my house at once is just a disaster waiting to happen! Think of everything that could get broken! Think of all the furniture we'd have to move to avoid injuries! For crying out loud, think of my cleaning schedule, Eddy! I only wax the floors on Thursdays!"

"So? What's the big deal? So you wax the floors a little early, who cares? I don't think your parents will lay an egg over it."

"Of course they won't," Ed agreed. "Double D's parents aren't chickens, silly."

"You're missing the point, Eddy," Edd argued. "I have a strict cleaning schedule, and I plan to adhere to it completely and without flaw. If I were to wax the floors today - a Monday - then I'd be setting into place a multitude of repercussions! I'd have to wax the floors every Monday instead of every Thursday. And that would leave me less time to steam clean the upstairs carpeting, which is set aside for Mondays."

Eddy was unimpressed. "So? Clean the carpet on Thursday."

"But I just cleaned it today! I can only clean it once a week, Eddy. Do you know how much water I'd be wasting if I steam cleaned the carpet twice a week?"

Eddy slapped his forehead. "It's once, Double D! Get a grip! It ain't like the entire Atlantic Ocean's gonna run dry if you clean your carpet twice in one week!"

Edd scowled. "I still refuse to have that many people sliding around my house at once, Eddy. There would be too many safety hazards. You know that."

"Relax, it's a contest. They'll be going one at a time!"

"Can I be a pretty ballerina?" Ed butted in. "I do good pearly whites!"

"Pirouettes, Ed."

"No, thanks, Double D. I just ate."

"Come on, boys!" Eddy exclaimed, grabbing both of his friends by the arm and sliding them out of the kitchen. "We got a floor skating rink to prepare!"