Woo, sorry for the huge delay in adding on the third chapter! But I'm
back, and (hopefully) the series will continue on as normal from this point
^^; Same ol' disclaimer: CD is mine, though everything else EEnE is
property of Danny Anntonuci, a.k.a. Cartoons, and Cartoon Network. Now, on
with the story! ^^
AcceptED Chapter Three: Card Shark
"Boring......"
"No kidding......"
"Such is the general feel of summer. Television shows are in infinite reruns, everyday is either hot and sunny or hot and rainy, and children are too bored to do much of anything."
"Thanks for the lecture, 'Professor'."
"My eyebrow is sweating, guys."
"....That's nice Ed."
The sun beat down on the Peach Creek cul-de-sac, as the summer day reached its peak. The area was quiet, due to everyone inside, enjoying the A/C. Well, almost everyone, anyway. Ed, Edd, Eddy, and CD were sprawled out on Eddy's lawn (Edd was the only one lying on a towel, and the brim of CD's hat shaded her face).
"I wouldn't be surprised if my skin started melting," CD sighed.
"CD, you KNOW that's physically impossible!"
"I was being sarcastic, Double D...."
"We need to think of a way to fleece the flock," Eddy reminded. He flipped over on his stomach, glaring out over the grass blades at the house across the street. "Think, think, think...."
"My brain has fried," Ed said, blinking slowly.
"So THAT'S what happened!" CD joked.
"Enough horsing around, we need an idea!" Eddy snapped, pushing himself up with his hands.
"Eddy, it's too hot to think!" Edd complained, wiping sweat off his bow with a handkerchief.
"I agree, Eddy. Why don't we go inside?" CD asked, giving Eddy a flat look.
"You heard my mom. She wants us to 'enjoy the summer day'," Eddy grumbled, resting his chin in his hands.
"I'm sure you three remember that my house is getting fumigated," Edd announced. "Darn termites," he mumbled under his breath.
"And Ed's smells funny," Eddy commented, glaring at "Monobrow."
"My room smells like the Inner Sanctum of the Hairy Mummy's lair in 'The Plague of the Rotten Bandages'," Ed stated.
"My point exactly," Eddy said flatly.
"Ed, do you even know what 'inner sanctum' means?" Edd questioned. Ed blinked blankly, then grinned.
"Not a clue, Double D!"
"Just as I thought..."
"We could go to my house," CD suddenly suggested.
""I thought your mom was still unpacking," Edd said.
"She is," CD started, sitting up, "but as long as we stay in my room, we shouldn't be in her way."
"Anything to get out of this sun!" Eddy exclaimed. He, CD, and Edd stood up. Edd began folding his towel, then followed the other two down the street. Ed remained on the lawn, staring at the sky.
"Time to go, Ed," Edd piped up. Ed continued lying there, grinning at the clouds.
"Ed, let's go!" Eddy ordered.
"Look guys, that cloud looks like the haunted hand from---"
"Ed!!!"
"Coming!" Ed laughed. He snapped up, and galloped after his friends.
***
"We could sell ice cream," CD half-heartedly suggested. She was sitting on her bed, rummaging through one of her still-unpacked boxes. The Ed's sat in other places in the room.
"Nah, tried it already," Eddy replied, aimlessly looking at the items on CD's desk.
"Ooh, ooh, I know! Let's sell comic books!" Ed excitedly said.
"Waaayyyy too much effort on our end," Eddy rejected.
"We could offer lessons of some sort," Edd said, looking up from the open book he held in his hands.
"Been there, done that," Eddy said, sighing softly. CD picked up a small card from the box, and looked at it. She gasped.
"I got it!" she gasped. "Eddy, hand me that pencil, tape, and some paper," she requested.
"Umm, sure," Eddy said, blinking, while handing over the requested items. CD scribbled something on the paper, then tore it out and taped it to the front of the playing card. She frisbeed it over to Eddy, who looked at it upon catching it. Ed and Edd looked over Eddy's shoulder.
"What is it?" Eddy asked, looking at the quick doodle of a person, and various things written below.
"A sports card!" CD replied, smiling. "See, I figure that we can do some drawings, make up some fake stats, and sell them off as trading cards!" she explained.
"CD, that's brilliant!" Eddy squealed.
"I must admit, the idea does have potential," Edd remarked. CD beamed.
"Let me write the pretty words, let me write the pretty words!" Ed begged, jumping up and down.
"Alright, you can write the words," Eddy said flatly.
"Yay!!!" Ed shouted. Eddy flung the card aside, then rubbed his hands together, dollar signs popping into his eyes.
"Let's get started! I can hardly wait to get my hands on those jawbreakers!"
"I'll gather cards and paper," CD offered.
"And I shall locate writing utensils and an almanac to use for a statistics reference," Edd announced.
"I get to write the pretty words!" Ed said happily.
"And I get to supervise!" Eddy said, pointing a thumb at his puffed out chest. CD rolled her eyes.
"C'mon guys, let's get to work," she prodded.
***
"Come one, come all! Come to the Cul-de-sac Sports Card Shop! We've got all the newest cards at the lowest prices!"
"Eddy, tone it down a little!" Edd requested. Eddy looked at the stand behind him, balling a fist. He whirled around, clutching the megaphone in his hands.
"You gotta be loud, to get their attention, Sockhead!" he argued.
"Well, you don't hafta deafen us," CD retorted. Eddy glanced to her, blinking once, then turned to Edd as he glanced to the girl at his side.
"Thank you, CD! It's refreshing to know I'm not the only voice of reason around here," he said gratefully. CD smiled slightly, then returned to drawing pictures for the cards. Eddy growled softly, then took in a deep breath, raising the megaphone again. But a sharp voice interrupted his oncoming advertisement.
"Hey, 'Dorks' and 'Dorkette!'"
"Hi Kevin!" Ed said brightly.
"Heard you had some cards to sell," Kevin said, sauntering up.
"Only the best ones---" Eddy began.
"All in mint condition!" CD interrupted.
"Spearmint flavor!" Ed laughed. Everyone glanced to him for a moment, then immediately snapped back to what they were doing.
"Lemme see them," Kevin demanded.
"Nuh-uh, not without the protective sleeve," Eddy sing-songed, waving his hand behind him. Ed saluted, and placed a "trading card" inside a remade zipper bag into Eddy's palm. "Don't want to get ink on them, you understand."
"Just gimme the card, dork!" Kevin barked. Eddy handed over the card, and turned to his friends.
"Get your tongues ready, I can taste those jawbreakers already!" he whispered hoarsely.
"Eddy, you're drooling!" Edd said, recoiling.
"Yo, how much?" Kevin asked, waving the item.
"25 cents," CD answered while (unceremoniously) dropping a towel on Eddy's head. He glared at her from under it.
"I'll take it." Eddy whipped around, his eyes gleaming as Kevin flipped the quarter into the air and walked away. Eddy danced forward, catching the coin in his hands.
"It worked!" he said ecstatically.
"I can see that," CD boredly replied.
"Look Plank, cards!"
"Time for Round 2," Eddy snickered, depositing the coin in a jar. He turned to greet the approaching Jonny 2x4. CD sighed softly, drumming her fingers on the stand's top. She glanced to Edd, but froze when her eyes met his. The two stared at each other for a long moment, before simultaneously looking away. They both smiled to themselves, going back to work on the fake cards, as another quarter plinked into the jar. All the while Ed stood there, smiling wide, watching the clouds drift by high above.
Kevin, meanwhile, was heading away from CD's lawn and back to his own. He looked at the card, turning it over in his hands.
"I'd like to take a closer look at this card," he said to no one in particular. He opened the makeshift protector, and slid out the card. He paused at the crude picture and hurriedly scribbled words, as well as the gravy grease stain in one corner.
"There's something fishy about this card," Kevin remarked. As if on cue, the picture's tape gave way, and the slip of paper fluttered away in a breeze. Kevin blinked, then growled, crumpling the card in his hand.
"EDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Uh-oh," Eddy squeaked.
"I don't like the sound of that," Edd gulped.
"And I don't like the looks of that." The boys looked to where CD was pointing, and gasped. Ed then grinned, and waved.
"Hiya Kevin! Wanna buy another card?" he asked.
"I'm gonna pound you dorks!" Kevin roared, storming closer. He rolled up his sleeves, then leapt onto the stand. The Eds and CD pulled back, their screams echoing over the cul-de-sac.
"YYYYAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
***
"Oww! Ed, get your foot out of my ear!"
"Pass the cheese and peas, please!"
"I suppose we learned our lesson, hmm?"
"Yeah, we won't sell fake cards to Kevin. We'll sell them to everyone else........"
"Edddyyy!"
"What?!"
"Hold still! I can't help you if you guys don't stop wiggling!" CD pleaded. The sun beat down overhead, as an odd scene played out by the remains of the card stand. Ed, Edd, n' Eddy were literally tied up in knots, first on themselves, then on each other. CD was the only one free, and was currently trying to untangle the bodies of her friends.
"Y'know CD, you're lucky Kevin doesn't hit girls," Eddy grumbled.
"Someone has to free you," CD replied, tugging on Edd's arm.
"Well--ow--this will certainly help in the future, as we get beaten up quite--oww--frequently," Edd stated.
"I feel like the pretzel vendor in 'I Got Attacked by a Mallrat Zombie Who Turned Me Into My Job, Part 3'!" Ed chirped.
"Well, at least someone's happy!" Eddy snapped.
"Look at it this way, you can all be contortionists when you're older!" CD said, straining as she pulled. On the sidewalk was Kevin, who smirked at the scene. He then turned and biked away, the jingle of quarters sounding in his pocket.
~*~*~
That was Chapter 3, the next one should be coming.....eventually ^^;; Read and review, please! ^^
AcceptED Chapter Three: Card Shark
"Boring......"
"No kidding......"
"Such is the general feel of summer. Television shows are in infinite reruns, everyday is either hot and sunny or hot and rainy, and children are too bored to do much of anything."
"Thanks for the lecture, 'Professor'."
"My eyebrow is sweating, guys."
"....That's nice Ed."
The sun beat down on the Peach Creek cul-de-sac, as the summer day reached its peak. The area was quiet, due to everyone inside, enjoying the A/C. Well, almost everyone, anyway. Ed, Edd, Eddy, and CD were sprawled out on Eddy's lawn (Edd was the only one lying on a towel, and the brim of CD's hat shaded her face).
"I wouldn't be surprised if my skin started melting," CD sighed.
"CD, you KNOW that's physically impossible!"
"I was being sarcastic, Double D...."
"We need to think of a way to fleece the flock," Eddy reminded. He flipped over on his stomach, glaring out over the grass blades at the house across the street. "Think, think, think...."
"My brain has fried," Ed said, blinking slowly.
"So THAT'S what happened!" CD joked.
"Enough horsing around, we need an idea!" Eddy snapped, pushing himself up with his hands.
"Eddy, it's too hot to think!" Edd complained, wiping sweat off his bow with a handkerchief.
"I agree, Eddy. Why don't we go inside?" CD asked, giving Eddy a flat look.
"You heard my mom. She wants us to 'enjoy the summer day'," Eddy grumbled, resting his chin in his hands.
"I'm sure you three remember that my house is getting fumigated," Edd announced. "Darn termites," he mumbled under his breath.
"And Ed's smells funny," Eddy commented, glaring at "Monobrow."
"My room smells like the Inner Sanctum of the Hairy Mummy's lair in 'The Plague of the Rotten Bandages'," Ed stated.
"My point exactly," Eddy said flatly.
"Ed, do you even know what 'inner sanctum' means?" Edd questioned. Ed blinked blankly, then grinned.
"Not a clue, Double D!"
"Just as I thought..."
"We could go to my house," CD suddenly suggested.
""I thought your mom was still unpacking," Edd said.
"She is," CD started, sitting up, "but as long as we stay in my room, we shouldn't be in her way."
"Anything to get out of this sun!" Eddy exclaimed. He, CD, and Edd stood up. Edd began folding his towel, then followed the other two down the street. Ed remained on the lawn, staring at the sky.
"Time to go, Ed," Edd piped up. Ed continued lying there, grinning at the clouds.
"Ed, let's go!" Eddy ordered.
"Look guys, that cloud looks like the haunted hand from---"
"Ed!!!"
"Coming!" Ed laughed. He snapped up, and galloped after his friends.
***
"We could sell ice cream," CD half-heartedly suggested. She was sitting on her bed, rummaging through one of her still-unpacked boxes. The Ed's sat in other places in the room.
"Nah, tried it already," Eddy replied, aimlessly looking at the items on CD's desk.
"Ooh, ooh, I know! Let's sell comic books!" Ed excitedly said.
"Waaayyyy too much effort on our end," Eddy rejected.
"We could offer lessons of some sort," Edd said, looking up from the open book he held in his hands.
"Been there, done that," Eddy said, sighing softly. CD picked up a small card from the box, and looked at it. She gasped.
"I got it!" she gasped. "Eddy, hand me that pencil, tape, and some paper," she requested.
"Umm, sure," Eddy said, blinking, while handing over the requested items. CD scribbled something on the paper, then tore it out and taped it to the front of the playing card. She frisbeed it over to Eddy, who looked at it upon catching it. Ed and Edd looked over Eddy's shoulder.
"What is it?" Eddy asked, looking at the quick doodle of a person, and various things written below.
"A sports card!" CD replied, smiling. "See, I figure that we can do some drawings, make up some fake stats, and sell them off as trading cards!" she explained.
"CD, that's brilliant!" Eddy squealed.
"I must admit, the idea does have potential," Edd remarked. CD beamed.
"Let me write the pretty words, let me write the pretty words!" Ed begged, jumping up and down.
"Alright, you can write the words," Eddy said flatly.
"Yay!!!" Ed shouted. Eddy flung the card aside, then rubbed his hands together, dollar signs popping into his eyes.
"Let's get started! I can hardly wait to get my hands on those jawbreakers!"
"I'll gather cards and paper," CD offered.
"And I shall locate writing utensils and an almanac to use for a statistics reference," Edd announced.
"I get to write the pretty words!" Ed said happily.
"And I get to supervise!" Eddy said, pointing a thumb at his puffed out chest. CD rolled her eyes.
"C'mon guys, let's get to work," she prodded.
***
"Come one, come all! Come to the Cul-de-sac Sports Card Shop! We've got all the newest cards at the lowest prices!"
"Eddy, tone it down a little!" Edd requested. Eddy looked at the stand behind him, balling a fist. He whirled around, clutching the megaphone in his hands.
"You gotta be loud, to get their attention, Sockhead!" he argued.
"Well, you don't hafta deafen us," CD retorted. Eddy glanced to her, blinking once, then turned to Edd as he glanced to the girl at his side.
"Thank you, CD! It's refreshing to know I'm not the only voice of reason around here," he said gratefully. CD smiled slightly, then returned to drawing pictures for the cards. Eddy growled softly, then took in a deep breath, raising the megaphone again. But a sharp voice interrupted his oncoming advertisement.
"Hey, 'Dorks' and 'Dorkette!'"
"Hi Kevin!" Ed said brightly.
"Heard you had some cards to sell," Kevin said, sauntering up.
"Only the best ones---" Eddy began.
"All in mint condition!" CD interrupted.
"Spearmint flavor!" Ed laughed. Everyone glanced to him for a moment, then immediately snapped back to what they were doing.
"Lemme see them," Kevin demanded.
"Nuh-uh, not without the protective sleeve," Eddy sing-songed, waving his hand behind him. Ed saluted, and placed a "trading card" inside a remade zipper bag into Eddy's palm. "Don't want to get ink on them, you understand."
"Just gimme the card, dork!" Kevin barked. Eddy handed over the card, and turned to his friends.
"Get your tongues ready, I can taste those jawbreakers already!" he whispered hoarsely.
"Eddy, you're drooling!" Edd said, recoiling.
"Yo, how much?" Kevin asked, waving the item.
"25 cents," CD answered while (unceremoniously) dropping a towel on Eddy's head. He glared at her from under it.
"I'll take it." Eddy whipped around, his eyes gleaming as Kevin flipped the quarter into the air and walked away. Eddy danced forward, catching the coin in his hands.
"It worked!" he said ecstatically.
"I can see that," CD boredly replied.
"Look Plank, cards!"
"Time for Round 2," Eddy snickered, depositing the coin in a jar. He turned to greet the approaching Jonny 2x4. CD sighed softly, drumming her fingers on the stand's top. She glanced to Edd, but froze when her eyes met his. The two stared at each other for a long moment, before simultaneously looking away. They both smiled to themselves, going back to work on the fake cards, as another quarter plinked into the jar. All the while Ed stood there, smiling wide, watching the clouds drift by high above.
Kevin, meanwhile, was heading away from CD's lawn and back to his own. He looked at the card, turning it over in his hands.
"I'd like to take a closer look at this card," he said to no one in particular. He opened the makeshift protector, and slid out the card. He paused at the crude picture and hurriedly scribbled words, as well as the gravy grease stain in one corner.
"There's something fishy about this card," Kevin remarked. As if on cue, the picture's tape gave way, and the slip of paper fluttered away in a breeze. Kevin blinked, then growled, crumpling the card in his hand.
"EDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Uh-oh," Eddy squeaked.
"I don't like the sound of that," Edd gulped.
"And I don't like the looks of that." The boys looked to where CD was pointing, and gasped. Ed then grinned, and waved.
"Hiya Kevin! Wanna buy another card?" he asked.
"I'm gonna pound you dorks!" Kevin roared, storming closer. He rolled up his sleeves, then leapt onto the stand. The Eds and CD pulled back, their screams echoing over the cul-de-sac.
"YYYYAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
***
"Oww! Ed, get your foot out of my ear!"
"Pass the cheese and peas, please!"
"I suppose we learned our lesson, hmm?"
"Yeah, we won't sell fake cards to Kevin. We'll sell them to everyone else........"
"Edddyyy!"
"What?!"
"Hold still! I can't help you if you guys don't stop wiggling!" CD pleaded. The sun beat down overhead, as an odd scene played out by the remains of the card stand. Ed, Edd, n' Eddy were literally tied up in knots, first on themselves, then on each other. CD was the only one free, and was currently trying to untangle the bodies of her friends.
"Y'know CD, you're lucky Kevin doesn't hit girls," Eddy grumbled.
"Someone has to free you," CD replied, tugging on Edd's arm.
"Well--ow--this will certainly help in the future, as we get beaten up quite--oww--frequently," Edd stated.
"I feel like the pretzel vendor in 'I Got Attacked by a Mallrat Zombie Who Turned Me Into My Job, Part 3'!" Ed chirped.
"Well, at least someone's happy!" Eddy snapped.
"Look at it this way, you can all be contortionists when you're older!" CD said, straining as she pulled. On the sidewalk was Kevin, who smirked at the scene. He then turned and biked away, the jingle of quarters sounding in his pocket.
~*~*~
That was Chapter 3, the next one should be coming.....eventually ^^;; Read and review, please! ^^