Hey, all you happy readers, what's up! Sorry for the no update, but you know, moving, no computer-It'll do that to you. Also, Brain dead from trying to come up with chapters to introduce Ed, Nazz, and Johnny. Wasn't able to, so I decided to go forward in time 1 week.

Disclaimer: Do I own anything, you ask? The question is, do you?

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"COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO! COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO!" cackled The Doodle, Rolf's only, and favorite rooster. Though he didn't look to good, he continued to wake up the Cul-de-sac with his crowing. A yawn was heard from the tool shed, and a bit of muttering.

"COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO"

"Shut up!" yelled Kevin as he walked out of the shed, body in ailment of the dreaded hangover. "I need a smoke. Bad..."

"COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO"

He tilted over and almost tripped over his bagged feet, but didn't; He went around into Rolf's front door.

"COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO"

"SHUT UP!" 'That was some night.' He laughed to himself, feeling a bit groggy. "Alcoholic milk, who knew?" he laughed out loud. He then groaned as he rubbed his ass.

"COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO"

"SHUT UP!" he yelled throughout the house. He was answered with-

"Sie schlossen oben!" (You shut up!) Looking to the left, there was Rolf, jug in one hand, pillow in the other.

"COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO"

Smelling something heavenly, which is odd in Rolf's house Kevin looked into the kitchen door. He saw Ed in a muumuu, drooling all over the kitchen table, sleeping. Edd was whistling a tune, cooking a hearty plate of breakfast. Kevin went back into the room, and shook Rolf.

"What are they doing here?" he said with hatred. Rolf opened his eyes.

"Nicht erinnern Sie sich? ED Junge und doppelter D ED Junge kamen bis zum gestern Abend. Ich bat sie, Frühstück zu bilden." (Don't you remember? Ed boy and Double D Ed boy came by last night. I asked them to make breakfast.)

He started to go back to sleep. Kevin slapped him.

"English!" Rolf huffed, not able to speak clear English in the morning.

"...Ed boy came by, they make breakfast. Leave me alone, or I stick 2 more bottles into you Esel!" (Ass) Rolf smiled, remembering last night, and started to laugh.

COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO

Kevin was horrified, and looked at his bum. Upon shaking it, you can hear 5 bottles clang up against each other roughly. His eyes widened, jaw dropped.

"Das ist irgendein Talent, das Sie dort... erhielten" said Rolf, smiling. (That's some talent you got there...)

He frowned suddenly, and pulled out 5 dollars out of his pockets.

Ich wurde über belief.DON'T hinaus, das erschrocken SIE MICH ÜBERHAUPT ZEIGEN, DASS WIEDER, GETRUNKEN ODER ANDERS! (I was horrified beyond belief. DON'T YOU EVER SHOW ME THAT AGAIN, DRUNK OR OTHERWISE!) Rolf hiccuped, and threw the bill at Kevin, who caught it. On the bill in red letters, was the words: Bet Money.

Kevin looked back, but Rolf passed out. "Well." He said, at least it can't get any worse..." He looked down at his feet, and saw a photo in his bag. Upon inspecting it, he saw...you know, I rather not say. On the back it said:

This photo is copy. You're going to be a household name, sincerely, EDDY.

"EDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" screamed Kevin, in sheer anger. A loud Shut up was heard in German, and a crash silenced it all.

Never a dull moment.Ever.