"Where's Double Dee?" asked Eddy. "Uhhh...," said Ed, "hmm." Then behind Ed
was Popeye. Popeye sighed, but he was a hungry sailor. He tries to cut off
the yucky spinach, but now he's headed for pure, blood-filled meat... meat.
Just meat, nothing could be better. Then Popeye disagreed with himself, "un-
un," he protested to himself. But then he looked at Ed again, looking at
his juicy yellow head, Popeye was imagining how tasty could it be, Popeye
was in the "maybe" agreement, but for some reason he doesn't want to eat
Ed, but if he could he would. But Popeye knew he would go to the death
penalty for that, so Popeye turned his back over Ed. "Ed, where's Double
Dee?" asked Eddy. "I don't know," told Ed. "All I see is a fat dog... the
size... of... Double Dee...," said Eddy hestiantly. "A fat dog?" said Eddy. "Did
the dog just ate Douba Dee?" asked Eddy. Popeye knew it was wrong, but he
got a fork, spoon, pepper bottle, salt bottle, condiment-o-rama and much
more to feast on Ed's noggin/body. Then Popeye sprinted out of the bushed
and suddenly sucked on Ed's noggin eating anf feasting it. He laughed
maniacally. "Ed!!" yelled Ed.
TUNE IN F0R NEXT CHAPTER.