"I check the e-mails, you check the e-mails, we all check the e-mails" Ed sang as Eddy began typing.
arun "EEnEmails".exe
DEer EDneddyeDd,
I wuz wuddering (At this point, Eddy gives up trying to read the e-
mail and just sneezes for the rest of it) wudder or nay ye evh mekk
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cs,mdsçdkdldlksdkfkdfgfhfd fhdjmdsedhs swhdedyhsw dchyshjmjdsjds...
Okay, I´m done.
-Udder ("Are we even allowed to say that?" Ed asked) Nonsense,
-NO I AM NOT FROM ED´S FAMILY!
All of the Eds blink for a moment. "This one is all mine." Eddy said, sniggering.
a Well, umm... whoever, I agree with you one point of your stupid email, you are definitely not from Ed's family, I mean, sure Ed is a gravy for brains, but its like your gravy for brains has gravy for brains! (Add dramatic sigh here). If anything, you sound like you're some crazy relative of Rolf's. And I thought no one could make less sense than Rolf. Good job. Dork.
"Excuse me Eddy, but it appears we have a simple breakdown in communication, here." Then Edd reaches over Eddy's shoulder and keys in-
a run "translatatron v.3jillion".exe
Dear Ed, Edd n´Eddy,
I was wondering whether or not you ever made any infomercials, because
I am sure that you guys are smart enough to do that. ("Hm, yeah I'd
hafta agree with that" Eddy said.) Hey, I got the brains of a dead
mollusc, and I did it!
Sincerely,
Jake L. Dunnas
a Well, Jakel, creating an infomercial would significantly increase the sucker ratio we usually get (here, if you click "sucker ratio" a poorly drawn chart pops up, with a line so far down Ed has to hold the extra negative part where the chart stops) and it should be no problem for the extraordinary Eds, who have together the brains of three dead mollusces...molluscees... whatever.
(fade to black)
Narrator: Peach Creek's very own! The Supertastic, ultramatic, Pizza
maker version zero-point-Ed!
Edd enters into his kitchen with an obviously fake smile and looks at the
camera that looked like it was pieced together with cardboard and
something reminiscent of a 1860s photograph camera. "Today, we have a
special product for watchers at home. Unfortunately, that isn't until
this over-excessive, shallow, and rather long infomercial is over...OW!"
Edd shouts as he gets jabbed by a broomstick from offstage. "Anyway,
without further ado, I present to you the 'visionary'," Edd says dripping
with sarcasm, "Of this invention, Eddy!"
Eddy slides in and winks at the camera. "Have you ever wanted to make
a pizza? Sure! And have you ever considered making one in your own home?
Maybe. But have you ever wanted to make so much pizza that you would have
to jump on it to fit it in the oven? WHO HASN'T? Now lets move onto
Double-D, who will explain the technical part of this great invention.
Some many minutes later...
"...And that is how the pizza maker version zero-point-ed works." Edd says.
Eddy is dozing off on the counter and Ed is drooling on the camera,
asleep. "Ahem!" Edd shouts. The other Eds wake. "What huh?!?" Eddy
screams. "Is it over?" Ed asks. Eddy looks around and tries to regain the
spotlight. "Oh, I suppose that's the end of the infomercial, so remember,
ain't nobody as awesome as me, so... buy our crap."
(fade back to the computer)
a Well there you go Jakel, one grade A infomercial. Though we're gonna need some more funds to make that go public, so it's back to the same old grind for the Eds. And as for you, tell your cousin Rolf to stop using my disco ball as a cow herder.
The paper rolls down
"E-Mail the Ed, Edd, n' Eddy with the review button
(Fifteen seconds later)
(Cut to Rolf's backyard)
this is not a herder of the cows than why does my cousin-relative tell me
otherwise?" They blink. Then Eddy gets angry. "CRAP!!!!"