The next morning, Eddy and Edd sat in Eddy's old hangout, a broken men's bathroom. With them were stacks and stacks of scripts.

"Step one: find the worst play ever written," explained Eddy.

"Yes, yes, I know," grumbled Edd from under a pile of scripts. "However, we've made an error. These are all decent plays!"

Eddy flipped through one. "Wait, here's a stupid one. These kids go to a fairly land with some flying guy and there are dumb pirates."

"Please demean great literature somewhere else. Ah, here's a good one...and by good I mean bad. 'The Murder Room.' High school material at best."

Edd threw the script back into the pile. "Nah, it's too good!"

Ed suddenly popped out of a Mario book. "I'm a little gluestick, short and stout! Fresh from the Mushroom Kingdom and cute as a pickle!" You see, using a choose your own adventure book, Calvin had figured out a portal into the Nintendo video game world. Unfortunately, those monsters could also come out.

"What?"

"I sent him to the video game world to pick up plays there," said Edd, "assuming that pixalized characters were not decent writers."

"Even these are good!" whined Eddy. "Hey, someone wrote a tragedy...'Tears of a Waddle Dee.'"

"Curses," moaned Edd, "at this rate we'll never find anything! Even this 'Super Mario Bros. Super Show' screenplay may have some promise! And that show was one of the worst executed ones in history!"

Eddy suddnely sat up, wide-eyed. "Wait..." he said quietly, his voice now rising. "Wait...I found something!"

"You did!"

Eddy was hysterically happy now. "See it! Smell it!"

Edd lightly sniffed the playbook. "I don't know where it's been..."

"Touch it!" continued Eddy. "Kiss it!"

"Now that I've caressed your script, what is it?"

Eddy happily opened the book. "'Springtime For Bowser!' A tribute to the Koopa King himself!"

"According to the Internet, Bowser Koopa has many fans."

"Not the guys at this camp!" raved Eddy. Remember when they thought a terrorist in a Koopa costume was trying to destroy the camp? Besides, I've heard Kevin talking! He and the others always have a hard time on the boss levels! They can't stand Bowser!"

"How interesting. Who wrote it?"

"Ludwig Von Koopa. We should talk to him."

"Never!" gasped Edd. "He almost killed us!"

"Look," reasoned Eddy, "he'll be happy when he hears we want to do his play! Now, let's go!"

"Can I come?" smiled Ed, who had made a little fort out of the piles of scripts.

"NO!"

Ed started to cry. "But, Eddy, I am a good boy! I am in my happy place!"

Eddy sighed. "Fine, you can be our...secretary." Ed smiled and danced away. Edd and Eddy started walking into a Mario book. "Well," Edd sighed, "if it's what I must do..."

Both: We're gonna be the producers

And we'll make it to the top

We're gonna be the producers

Of a big fat Broadway flop!