Behold the next chapter! I only got two more reviews (Zach and me don't count.) Shame. Yes I am using the only idea that was given to me by a reviewer, but for two reasons. One is that I had thought of it before I got the review and after I posted chapter 5. Two, because the reviewer told me too. I don't own Ed, Edd n Eddy (rub it in, why don't you.)
The Eds were once again inside Nazz's house, but this time she didn't know. Ed was wandering around, looking at random objects and every now and then raided the refrigerator. Eddy was sneaking up to Nazz's room hoping to find some clue to whether or not it was he who she thought was attractive. Last but not least, Double dee was hanging on Eddy's shirt with one hand and the doorknob that led to the party. Needless to say, Double dee was getting really stretched out. His face contorted into obvious pain.
"Geeze, Double dee. Lay off the threads," Eddy grunted.
"Eddy, I must persist. This is a matter of looking through someone's private things. If Nazz found out, then she might not like the one of us that she does!" Double dee attempted to reason with the boy whose complete attention was on trying to continue up the stairs and to remove Double dee from his shirt.
"Double dee, get off!" Eddy strained to remove the hand that refused to loosen. Double dee was not losing his grip on Eddy's shirt, but the doorknob was another story.
"Hey, Eddy! Look what I found! Pretty cool huh?" Ed said running up to the straining Eddy holding a fork.
"I bet I could eat gravy with this," Ed said as he studied it intensively (more or less.)
Double dee could no longer stand it, with his hand sweating relentlessly, his hand slipped from the doorknob, sending him like a sling shot into Eddy and Ed and therefore knocking not only Eddy and Ed, but himself as well into Nazz's room. Not only into Nazz's room, but also into her dresser. Ow. At least it wasn't the wall.
"We're in Nazz's room," Double dee gasped in awe that they were in the bedroom of someone they admired so much.
It had blue wallpaper and the walls were littered with posters of mostly male actors and boy-bands, but there were also some female athletes. It had a purple bed in the corner and the dresser they had smashed into was next to a window. There was a bedside table and that had a lamp and a small television. A bookcase sat bolted to the wall near her bed, filed with books and magazines.
"T.V.!" Ed yelled (not a very good thing to do when one is sneaking around) and leapt in front of it, switching it on and changed to the sci-fi channel.
"Ed! Help me find something that proves Nazz likes me!" Eddy bellowed at the boy in a trance by the television's glare.
"I never knew Nazz was so literate. Look at these novels. Lord of the Flies, The Three Musketeers, 1984! Even I haven't read that book yet, granted mother doesn't let me read some of these great works of literature. I haven't got the slightest idea why," Double dee said thumbing through the books. He picked up 1984 and flipped through a few pages. His eyes grew large and promptly put it back on the shelf. He had read a swear world. (Ah, the innocence. Surprisingly he got through Lord of the Flies.) Eddy would like that book if he could get over the fact it was over a hundred pages. He is so illiterate.
"Double dee, help me find something," Eddy growled threateningly.
"Eddy, I doubt that Nazz has any evidence of which of us she shows affection for here. If I was a girl, had a diary, liked someone and wanted it kept secret, I wouldn't write their name all over my notebooks or doodle them or have pictures hid under the pillow of that person. It would be more chances to find out the secret. Why it is simply illogical," Double dee reasoned. So many girls realize the irony in this statement.
"Are you a girl, Double dee?" Ed asked face actually parting from the screen. Double dee gave him a questioning look, but then continued.
"I do believe we should leave, Nazz invited us to her house and here we are ransacking here room," Double dee protested.
"Maybe there is something in here. Ed's right, you ain't a girl. Whoa. Ed's right," Eddy smiled throwing all the closes in her dresser everywhere.
"Hurray! Commercial!" Ed shouted and pressed his face to the screen.
"Ed, you'll hurt your eyes," Double dee warned wagging his finger.
"Big deal. Here, help me go through Nazz's stuff," Eddy shouted now looking through her backpack, whose contents were now littering the floor.
"Eddy! Do you realize the mess your making! This is unsanitary and immoral!" Double dee shouted quickly picking up all the clothes and papers, trying with all his might to put them in the designated places with Eddy continuously making the floor messy again.
"Look at me! I'm a pretty girl," Eddy said throwing on one of Nazz's dresses from the pile on the floor, noticing one with many pink frills. The Eddy and Ed rolled with laughter. He wasn't that pretty. Double dee took this moment of Eddy's distraction to kick his cleaning into over drive.
"Ed-boys!"
All three boys turned around and saw Rolf in the doorway to Nazz's room. They froze.
"Oh my."
"This ain't good."
"Gravy!"
"Go-go Nazz girl sent my to fetch the disappearing Ed-boys because she was worried about them. Then here Rolf finds the Ed-boys in the Nazz girl's private room! Rolf is tempted to squash you like a pig squishes a cucumber!" Rolf bellowed at the three adolescent boys.
"Rolf, it's not what it looks like. Please don't tell Nazz! I will be eternally in your debt. For the love all that is reasonable don't tell Nazz!" Double dee went on his knees and begged the young farmer.
Ed was dancing around like he needed to go to the bathroom with a worried look on his face. He understood that Nazz wouldn't like him any more if she found out that he was in her room. Why she wouldn't like him, he didn't know. Eddy was seriously debating whether or not he should bribe Rolf with a quarter. All those who watch the series know that it takes a lot to do this.
"Rolf will not tell Nazz girl, but Ed-boys must agree to Rolf's commands," Rolf sneered through an evil grin. This wasn't good, the boys thought.
"First, no more swindling," Rolf ordered. Eddy was left speechless, well not really.
"Are you kidding me? No more scams! How are we supposed to buy jawbreakers?" Eddy roared at the foreign boy who refused to be persuaded.
"Eddy, if we made this deal with Rolf, then we would still be able to make truthful endeavors. Why an honest living might be morally gratifying," Double dee proposed.
"But then we won't make money!"
"Jawbreaker good for Ed!" Ed begged Rolf.
"Rolf wishes to stop your swindling. Will you not honor Rolf's wishes? Then the Nazz girl will know of your many disrespects on her household. The stumpy Ed-boy is wearing Nazz's traditional cloth of maturity. This will not go unforgived by the blonde one," Rolf argued.
"You're wearing a dress," Ed said then laughed at Eddy who growled.
"One week," Eddy tried to strike a deal.
"And ten chicken tails, but Rolf does not have time for talk of the economy. We must discuss how long should you should remain purged of the sins of deception," Rolf continued.
"Seven days, Rolf," Double dee clarified.
"Rolf agrees with the proposal. No swindling for seven Earth turns. A celebration I say! Back to the party of the Nazz girl!" Rolf ran back downstairs with Ed and Double dee following. Eddy quickly joined the group after removing the dress.
Back at the party, Jimmy was no longer the center of attention (much to his dismay) and was trying (with all his frail body could handle) to dance his way into the center of attention. He was not very successful, but Rolf noticed his persistence.
"Cry baby-Jimmy has much to learn of the ceremonial dance of the radish," Rolf said rushing over to Jimmy. Rolf started to teach Jimmy a bunch of odd dance movements that made Jimmy very keen to stop dancing and go play with Sarah.
"Since Eddy's plan didn't work can we use my plan! Can we please, PLEASE!" Ed begged Eddy shaking him violently. Eddy's head was being orbited by stars, which he immediately shook off.
"Well, we have nothing to lose," Eddy said rather defeated.
That's chapter 6, hopefully now I'll get some more reviews, but then again I'm happy I'm at least one of those writers who don't wait months for a single review. Man it's hard to write for Rolf! He has a complex yet simple vocabulary, not to mention his random things about his homeland are never completely random. Ed is like that too. Either way, thanks for the few reviews I did get. I'm already writing chapter 7. I have got to be more grateful.