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The Howl

Double D and Sarah decided to take their time as they went to the junkyard. It wasn't a slow pace but it wasn't quick either. It was dusk when they arrived to the destined sight.

The sight they arrived to was upsetting, Eddy was having Ed do all of the work himself, as usual. Ed was digging through a pile and moving heavy objects. Eddy himself was sitting on a clean pile watching.

Sarah looked at Double D and he looked at her, they understood. This is exactly like what he had been talking about.

"Double D what took you?" He asked. "The pip-squeak slow you down?"

"No Eddy we just decided to move at a leisurely pace." Double D answered.

"So what lame scam idea are we doing" Asked Sarah as she folded her arms.

She was upset that her brother was being manipulated by a lowlife. That's my job. She thought. At least when she did it, it was simply from sibling havoc.

"I'll have you know this one is full proof." Eddy stated smugly. "It's one of our older and successful scam ideas."

"Congratulations Eddy." Stated Double D proudly. "You just used common sense with a multi-syllable word."

"Stuff it sock head."

"What is it?" Sarah asked impatiently.

"We are going to…"

"AHH!." Shouted Ed

"What's wrong Ed?" Asked Double D as he made his way to Ed.

He noticed that he was holding his hands together as if to hide them. Taking them he opened his friend's hands. On his palms were horrible red blisters.

"Goodness Ed, what happened?" He asked worried.

"I don't know."

Grabbing one of his handy, disposable gloves, Double D picked up the pipe. He motioned to the pipe he dropped. It was about three feet long with a broken, jagged end. As Double D examined it he noticed it was silver. It was a clean metal with no rust, so less fear of tetanus.

"Well you seem to be allergic to this metal." He explained as he examined it. "It seems to be silver."

"Silver…As in valuable…as in CASH?" Asked Eddy. He quickly snatched the silver pipe from Double D.

"Honestly Eddy." Spoke a disappointed Double D. "Our friend is injured and all you care about is cash. Come here Ed." Double D took the opportunity to use his 'ALWAYS' on hand sanitizer. He quickly poured it in Ed's hands.

"Wait silver…like in 'The return of wolf boy' special addition. Am I a werewolf?" Before anyone could say the obvious 'no' he moved. He dashed to the top of the mountain trash pile. "I am Ed hear me roar." He took a deep breath and roared. It was a horrible attempt, loud and obnoxious.

"Wolves howl moron, not roar." Spoke a new voice.

Every one turned to the stranger on a pile next to Ed. The shadows of the starting night made him difficult to see. His voice was obviously new to them. That meant he wasn't from the Cul-De-Sac. "Like this."

He went to a taller pile. The light from the rising moon and setting made him visible. The newcomer was in fact a stranger. He seemed to be a little older than them. Maybe he was older by three or four years. At most he was sixteen or seventeen.

He looked at the still rising moon

Leaned his head back

And howled

It wasn't what any of them had been expecting. This wasn't the cheap imitation that they had been expecting. It was an echoing hum. This was an actual howl.

A wolf's how.

But he's a man…isn't he?

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