1"ED! MOM SAYS ITS TIME TO WAKE UP! SO WAKE UP! NOW!"
SLAM!
After the whirlwind of noise trapped in a time-bomb that was on a random explosion named Sarah came in and slammed the door Ed was still lying on what...well could be called a bed. As soon as he got up he stretched. Soon enough he marched across the wasteland (called his room) to his "Radioactive Portal of the Son of Zorba." Ed jumped through his elaborately nicknamed closet, and jumped out in his daily attire and crawled through his small window above his desk and almost merrily skipped to...well...anywhere. He didnt know where he was skipping to but he was going there anyway.
"Bring, Bring!"
In a heartbeat Eddy grabbed the Alarm clock by the top bells and hurled it toward the pile of all the other godforsaken alarm clocks that reached his point of Irritation. Almost immediately He was in and out of the shower and soon dug through his closet. It was a routine System. The Pile of clothes goes on the right, The Pile of Pants on the Left. They all looked the same so it didn't matter much to him. He got his clothes on and made for the door when he found something Fabric and paper mache on his foot...a mask?
"Ding...Ding...Ding...Ding...Ding...Ding...Ding"
"Seven of the Clock." Double D chanted to himself Gleefully. If it wasn't for the Grandfather clock hidden in his attic that he regeared, reshined, and refurbished for his room, he himself would have never gotten up at such an hour. As for some unknown reason to his dislike for digital clocks and his love for old-fashioned Gear Turning, Spring Clicking, clocks. It could just have been Paranoia. Just as soon as Double D got his clothes on and headed for the Door, he noticed his notebook was written in. He quickly snatched that and left his room.