Disclaimer: I don't own Ed, Edd n' Eddy, duh.

Edd, and Ed were waiting for Eddy outside his room. They just knocked on his screen door. The sun was now over the junkyard. That meant it would soon be nightfall. Eddy walked out wearing his trademark shirt and pants. He was wearing an explorers hat, and had backpacks waiting in his room.

"So, what's the map say?" asked Eddy, rather enthusiastically.

"You're not going to believe this Eddy, but that's…" Double D started.

"Golden Jawbreaker!" Ed said.

"Please Ed, you'll ruin the effect."

"Sorry."

"As I was saying, that's a real genuine map."

"SO? My gut told me that!" Eddy yelled.

"Well, the golden jawbreaker should be under the cos cotis arbutum aestuarium, or stone fruit creek, in English," Double D said.

Eddy was already digging large holes in Jimmy's backyard.

"Eddy, wait! Its not that simple! Come back!"

After Sarah pummeled Eddy, Double D explained the whole situation.

"Long ago, before the Europeans touched onto this land," Double D read, "Native Americans were met by Vikings. When the two tribes met, they became unusually peaceful. Everyone got along. They hunted and prayed together. Little Vikings ran around with little Indians. However, the leader of the American tribe leader was killed. Worst still, by one of the Vikings. Without the native Americans help, The Norse number dwindled. Eventually, feeling compassion for their fellow man, the Native American ruler agreed to help the Vikings if they brought the killer to justice. After a long search, the killer was found, and put to death. The tribe leaders soul was rested. To thank the Vikings for their help, They put together a gold rock for them to take back home. It was said the murdered tribe leader's soul made it special and sweeter than the sweetest honey. But the Vikings weren't so grateful. They became corrupt, each wanting it for themselves. Each warrior kill another in hopes of obtaining the orb of syrupiness. Soon, there was no trace of the Vikings. The Native American tribe decided the orb was too powerful to keep, so they placed it in a secret underground castle. It was sealed, and there the golden ball would stay, never seen, never tasted."

"Wow, cool," Ed said.

"So, let's look for this castle," Eddy demanded.

Double D said, "Eddy, the next part is kind of hard to make out, but I'm almost sure their is a secret to getting in. Theirs some sort of key we have to find."

Eddy ran away and came back a split second later. He was holding a giant mound of keys. His eyes were glowing with anticipation.

"There ya go, Sockhead. All the keys in the cul-de-sac," said Eddy.

"No, Eddy!" said Double D. "I was talking in metaphors. In the text, it said that the keys are small metal circles. In other words, ancient quarters."

"AAAAAUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHH!" screamed Eddy. "It's like this guy knows what I stink at! Who wrote this anyway?"

"A Greek scribe named Polyeidus. Apparently, he was the last Latin writer of his kind," Double D answered.

"Whatever! Lets get that cash, only now, were not scamming for it."

"Casino!" Ed finished.

Authors note: Please R&R. Also, sorry for the long delay. I'll try to update soon, but no promises.