Author's No-tes: Finally...with much, bravo and fanfare...I give to you faithful readers...An UPDATE!
*Cue jubilee music and cartwheeling jester and belly dancers * With that craziness out of the way, let's get down to business. From now on, this and Entirely Probably are the two main stories I'll be focused on at the moment. Sorry CU fans. *frowny face* This way, I'll be able to get back into the swing of things after so long.
So, we have four seasons, the first of which is Strange Summer. In this part, our hero Eddy gets ducked head first into the realm of strange, horrifying, and completely weird world that is Courage the Cowardly Dog. More new neighbors arrive and increasingly strange people seem heck-bent on trying to kill him and his dog. And why does his Aunt have to do with all this?
Let's get to it.
Courageous Ed
Strange Summer
Chapter 4: Night of the Were-Ed
Not many people could say that they had the pleasure of meeting Amsterdam. As a resident of the blue haired young man Rolf's farm, he received very few visitors outside of his keeper and his next of kin. But there were one or two who knew of him and could tell you the basics. He was a furry thing for one with silvery white fur inherited from his mother and big, blue eyes that shone like sapphire gems. He was also a bit on the plump side, daily rations of high-energy snacks and a domestic lifestyle had molded him into an adorable ball of fluff and fur that had even the stoniest of hearts swooning with heartfelt 'Awww!'. He often attributed this to the reason why he hadn't been sent to Nano's (Ye Great Ol' Bag as the animals liked to call her) kitchen where they were to be supper for that evening.
But what truly separated him as a noteworthy addition to anyone's home, was the fact that he had an unflappable sense of perception. It was always easy to spot, the signs of ill-tides coming. He'd twitch his whisker lopsidedly, his tail would fluff out like static, and his foot would tap out a rhythm. It had been this trait that had saved many a furry resident's hide from predators both feral and man alike.
But tonight was different.
The moon was half full, tilting to its side with stray clouds casting dark shadows across the land. The rabbit huddled into the corner of his cage, foot tapping lightly. Something was coming, it was in the air; a foul scent that wrinkled his wet nose. His ears stood alert as the long, slender ears of his species stood up. His eyes scanned frantically across the field and noticed a peculiar site. A row of freshly dug dirt was tearing through the newly laid vegetation.
Heading straight for his pin.
The ball of fluff scooted back harder into the corner, trying to make himself as small as possible in hopes of avoiding it. The dirt kept plowing forward; his eyes shrank into pinpricks and his foot started whacking the ground like a jackhammer. The moving earth came within inches...
...before turning and heading to another rabbit pin.
The mammal stared in the direction the terror had fled and slowly ease back into his normally relaxed state.
A bloodcurdling scream ripped through the night.
Amsterdam's foot broke the floor.
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Eddy had a new enemy and its fiendish, maliciously devious tactics were the stuff of nightmares: his alarm clock.
The wrenched device had woken him from a sound sleep and magnificent dream and being in a rather grumpy mood, had slammed the clock off the nightstand. It then flew into the wall, ricocheted an impossible number of times and then exacted revenge by ramming him into Courage and sending both into a heap on the floor.
The teen had cursed the thing to no end and it was only through the workings of Courage's cooking did he finally relent his rage. He seriously needed to talk to the canine about getting recipes; that Double Chocolate Chip Waffle with Crème was divine. Afterwards, it was business as usual, which meant that he quickly went through his morning routines before slipping on his signature attire, grabbing Courage, and leaving in search of his friends.
The morning was cloudy. A thick blanket of cumulus hugged tightly together and shrouded the area with a filtered view of the sun's glow. A cool breeze drifted lazily across the near barren residential streets. The only familiar face out was Johnny and he was racing towards the house of the blue haired farm boy.
"Something's not right about this," Courage muttered to his owner "or my name's Susie Santos...and its not."
"Yeah, it's a ghost town around here." he catch the site of a dingy white t-shirt swooping behind Rolf's abode "Let's follow Nature-boy, see what's up."
The two walked briskly across the street and around the dwelling, as the owners had no quells with visitors popping in at any and all times. What they saw when they approached was startling.
Rolf, son of a Shepard and man among young men, was sobbing loudly, crouched over a fallen mess of white boards with the entire cul-de-sac circled around him. Even Gen and Dr. Gerhart were there, the latter offering support along with Nazz and Double D. The short boy and his dog walked slowly towards the scene, both unsure of what to make of the situation. He was so enraptured by the sight that he didn't notice the red cap wearing lad until he bumped into him.
"What're you doin' here, dork?" the boy asked with a scowl
"To see what's happenin', Shovel-Chin." he scowled right back, tugging slightly of Courage's leash "And you better pipe down or my dog'll rip that look off you're face."
The taller boy peered over Eddy and saw the sight of Courage, huddled against the boy's leg and looking back at him, shaking.
He laughed "Ha-ha-ha! You call that wimpy thing a dog?! Might as well be a leg-warmer, looks like that's all he's go at!"
The quip had managed to incite the ire of both owner and canine and both were growing quite angry with the rude boy. Before they could reply, they were silenced by a grieving Rolf.
"Quiet, you bickering, sniveling good-for-nothings! Cannot see that Rolf is trying to properly grieve the loss of his livestock?!" The shout followed by yet another high-pitched cry as he returned to his sorrow.
Kevin gave Eddy a glare before marching past him, making sure to bump him, and settled next to the blond beauty. Eddy slightly fumed over the blatant insult to injury and was prevented from retaliating only through sheer force of will and the threat of what might befall him if he should interrupt again. He decided to take a spot next to Double-D, who was still consoling the boy.
"So what's up?"
"Rolf lost an entire pin of rabbits last night, Eddy." Double D explained over the tortured yells "From what Rolf's told us, he had come out to feed his animals when he found it like this. From the claw marks and indention, I'd wager it was some feral beast of some kind. Most likely half-starved when it came upon the helpless rodents." his eyes looked sadly at the broken pin, the thought of all those animals...gone
"Wahh!" Eddy jumped and and found himself in one of the most crushing bear hugs he'd ever received "All the poor little bunnies, Eddy!"
Eddy was struggling for air and flailing his legs in trying to escape the gloomy giant, but it was fruitless. Courage tried to help, but found that his strength was not enough to pull his master away from the tightly squeezed arms. The sounds of the teen's spine cracking were the line and with a burst of herculean might, he pried his arm free and uppercutted himself free to the ground.
"I don't see why you're so worked up. You can't get two feet close to them without breaking out and blowin' up like a blimp." Eddy reminded him of the lesson of previous incidents "So when can we get outta here and go? I wanna get some scammin' in before lunch."
The hat wearing lad gapped, appalled "Eddy! How could you even think of committing a scam when our friend is in mourning over his-"
A hand shot up and grabbed his skinny wrist "The time for mourning was past! Now Rolf must prepare a meal for his Elders as they have grown quite hungry by now." With that, the tears that had stained his face were gone, and the boy was suddenly upbeat and cheerfully humming to himself as he marched back into his house.
"Fine lad, that one." Gen said as he brushed dirt from his blue collared shirt "Grieves and then moves on with his duties."
"But what about the bunnies, guys?!" Ed cried, looking over at the two remaining wire wood shacks
"Ed raises a valid point. From this attack, we can only assume it will return until its had its fill with the rest of Rolf's livestock. And that can't be allowed. What Rolf needs to do is hire some Pest-control service, someone to handle any future threats that might occur to...his...animals-" The smart Ed stopped his thought process as he saw the smile that was slowly spreading across Eddy's face along with the green dollar signs that were forming from his pupils
"Curse my helpfulness." Edd rued before being dragged along by his shorter friend
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The night was dark.
Lit only by the faint glow of the moon, the street lamps offered further illumination and shelter from the bleakness. People were all snug in their homes, surrounded by the safety and security granted to them by the four, sturdy walls. In a certain farmer's backyard, however, a small group were not indoors.
Double-D sorely wished that he was inside of his bedroom, wrapped beneath the warm sheets instead of out in the cool, suspenseful night air. The handmade suit constructed from hand-me-down kitchen wear, old safety vests, and parts of his uncle's jumpsuit did little to ease his frazzled nerves and butterfly stomach.
"Come out and meet your maker, Spawn of the Nighmar-a-verse!" Ed shouted in his orange jumper with torn sleeves, allowing his own stripped ones to show "I, Igor, Hunter of Evil, have at thee!"
Eddy groaned, adjusting the sash around his chest loaded with kitchen utensils and condiments. A belt had been tightly around his forehead and the tails flapped lightly in the breeze. His dog stood next to him, faithfully gripping his leg and trembling in fear. He rolled his eyes at the dog's cowardice.
"Man up, man." the short Ed quipped as he shook the canine from his person "Look it's an easy gig. We stand out here for a another hour, shoot up some random target, and then get paid and buy ourselves some jawbreakers!"
His mouth was already salivating heavily and his eyes had over in a state of bliss.
Courage sighed.
He had relinquished his hold of the boy's leg, but still found himself shaking as chills ran constantly down his spine. There was something about this whole situation that seemed entirely too familiar. From the position of the moon, to the area it occurred, to the targets...the targets...
"Oh, no." he whispered to himself as realization dawned on him
His feet quickly carried him back towards his master; if this was anything like it had been last time, then he had to make sure that the short boy was nowhere close to it. He had made it just inches from the stout figure before an ear-piercing scream ripped through the air.
"DOUBLE-D!" came the voice of Ed, heard over the anguished yowl
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His hearing was the first thing to tune into his surroundings after his lap in consciousness.
He noticed that his eardrums were working surprisingly well, hearing the soft thuds on the carpeted floor before them even entered the room. He also became aware that his sense of smell had become quite acute, as it was brutally assaulted with the odorous vapors of that were a cross between a month-old dead fish, fermented curdled dairy, and musky, week-old gym socks.
"Double-D's awake, guy!" the over-joyous voice could only have belonged to the tall, dim-witted Ed
"Bout time, Sock-head." callous, sarcastic, and barely noticable relief: definitely Eddy "We had ta skip outta gettin' paid because of yo-"
The abrupt silence had led the boy to force his arching optical nerves to work as his vision was flood by bright light. It took a far longer time to dim than he knew was normal, but he shrugged it off and put his hands to work massaging his aching temples. Good Lord, he thought to himself It feels like I've been by a bat while trying calculate pi to the thirtieth digit. He would know, he'd tried it already.
Groaning as his head resisted the awkward movement, he saw the shocked faces of his friends, all staring at someone that seemed to be on his person. Slowly, his gaze shifted until it finally came upon the object in question.
His left leg, his entire left leg, was swollen like an overstuffed sausage. Which meant that his shriek of horror was to be expected.
Ed's face loosed at that moment and it swiftly formed into the widest grin he could muster "Way cool! Double-D's turning into a mutant giant, guys! Oh, oh, when you're big, can you promise to take me on a ride, Double-D? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh?"
The short teen leader of the trio ended the insistent rambling before it could destroy anymore of his beloved brain cells with a sharp slap to the face. He cupped his chin thoughtful as he looked at the swollen appendage, testing it with a poke of his finger. The cap-wearing Ed skidded backwards and away from the offending digit, surprised by the fact he could move his grossly blown limb.
"Look, I don't know what or how this happened, but this thing better be under control by tomorrow because I have a fool-proof scam for tomorrow and I'm not about ta let you and this...weird bloating problem get in the way." he scooped up his dog and downed lackey and headed for the door "And have a good nights sleep."
The door slammed shut and Double D was left alone to tend to his afflicted body himself.
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Eddy shifted uncomfortably in the big, purple suave arm chair while Courage was resting on the foot stool, as his owner was too short to make any significant use of it. The Eds were currently residing in their lummox friend's abode, which was today's base-of-operations. The scam, which had involved selling the local kids a knock-offish version of a race car that would be manufactured from old, reusable materials found in their garage, had been a good one and had at least a slight chance of actually succeeding.
But the lanky inventor Edd had never shown up.
Instead, he had been MIA for most of the morning and afternoon, opting to staying at home for fear of 'spreading contaminant agents', a word that was lost on his of-lesser-intellect friends. Ed had offered his own misguided interpretation but was quickly struck down via way of a remote to the side of face. The short Ed nestled deeper into the chair only to slip and fumble to the floor, where he groaned in aggravation.
"Stupid Sockhead." Eddy found himself muttering a scant two hours later, tugging a bit to forcibly on Courage's leash "Perfect scam and he bails for 'Contamuates'."
"Don't be to hard on the guy," Courage was doing his best to keep up with his surprisingly swift master "He had real bad leg yesterday. And that's the least of our problems."
"Our problems?" Eddy had stopped dead in his tracks and whirled around to stare at the boy "Last I checked, Sockhead's the one with the bum leg."
"A bum leg that's only the first sign of WereMole-ism." the dog had taken to his hind legs, erecting himself to fully convey the gravity of the situation they were in. Eddy gave him a puzzled look, staring as if the dog had just told him the moon was made of purple mince meat and was plotting to overthrow the earth. "
"Were-What?" Courage groaned, rubbing his temples slightly "WereMole-ism is like Werewolf but with a Mole instead. And we have to-"
CRUSH! CRUNCH! AIEEEHHHH!
The noise had sounded so loudly, Eddy felt his ear drums strain painful as they struggled not to burst from the unbelievably loud sound. Both owner and pet looked at each other before wordlessly agreeing to investigate. Using the dog's superior (and still working) hearing, they pinpointed the source of the ruckus at…Rolf's farm.
When they arrived, they were both surprised and grimly expecting to see the sight before them. Splintered wood, chicken wire that seemed to ripe apart, and tuffs of sundry shades of fur were scattered about the area. The remaining pieces of another demolished rabbit pen.
Once again, Rolf was hunched over the wreckage, this time joined by a tall, leanly build woman with Rolf's pigment and dark violet colored hair. A smocked covered the majority of what looked like a house dress and it was splattered with darkened stains of what both were hoping was used ketchup. The woman turned, taking in the sight of the two and gave a sad frown.
"Well?" her voice sounded just as thick with accent as Rolf "Have you've enjoyed it? Have you enjoyed watching my family suffer? Standing there, watching as my son mourns the death of another stock of rabbits?"
Eddy took a step back; this woman terrified him from her voice alone "Whoa there, lady-I mean Miss-I mean Sir!-no, wait! I was just comin' over at help-"
"Help?!" the boy's frantic tongue tripping only seemed to further the foreigner's anger "Help?! If this were a respectable village, you'd have already gathered into a hunting party and captured this monstrosity! But have you done this? No! You stand and gawk, wide-eyed and helpless like a litter of mewling cubs! If you so genuinely want to help, than stop this! And if you shall not, I will see to it that your gallbladder be relieved of one and made the main dish of our FEAST OF RETRIBUTION!"
Eddy had found himself backing down the entirety of the larger, stronger, and considerably more intimidating woman rant and had somehow wounded up in the woman's grasp, scrambling at his shirt for fear of falling. When she had questioned him again, he could only shake his head dumbly and plummet to the ground. From there, he scooped up the fiercely shaking dog and bolted as fast as possible from the farm dwelling.
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Double D's house had been his natural first stop.
He needed some kind of wickedly clever trap if he wanted to catch this mystery thief and Edd was the only one in the entire cul-de-sac deemed qualified enough to do it. His fist banged on the door as if the devil were on his heels and the door was that leading to salvation. Nerves still frazzled and his other arm clutching the dog tightly, his hits only became louder as they impacted against the aged wood.
"Open up, Double D!" Bang. "Com' on!" Bang. "It's an Emergency!" BANG. BANG. BANG.
After what seemed like an eternity, he heard the sweet sound of locks unlocking; knobs turning. The hinges creaked as the door opened slowly and the teen felt as though an eon had pasted before his friend finally appeared in the doorway.
He looked awful. His face was pale. Every pore an his weak and wobbly body was leaking streams of sweat. His clothes were hanging off him haphazardly, as if he couldn't summon the strength to properly fix them onto his form. Even his prized cap was leaned slightly to the side, drooping into the boy's left eye. It was enough make Eddy take a step back in shock. Even at his absolute lowest the neat-freak had never allowed himself to look like this.
"Oh…Hello, Eddy. Courage." his voice croaked, as if every word were a struggle to form and congregate into coherent speech "I'm sorry, but I'm feeling a tad…under the weather…"
"Whatever." Eddy had seemingly gotten over his friend's appearance "Listen Sockhead, you've gotta come with me at round up Ed so's we can-"
The boy had grabbed his friend by the shoulder and heaved him out of the doorframe. Or at least tried to. The lad's eyes became as big as saucers as he felt his grip meet resistance before slipping into thin air. He turned back, shocked, and saw that the sickly boy was still standing. His friend had never been able to do that, much less in his current enfeebled position.
At that moment, he staggered. He gripped his midsection, a fierce aching overtaking him. He spun, hobbling his way further into the house's depths. The teen and dog stepped closer, passing through the doorway to see the boy fall to the floor, a quivering jumble of spasmodic jerks. A stab of worry wormed its way into chest and he unknowingly took another step forward. He reached out for his friend with a slightly shaking hand.
"Double D?"
Slowly, the boy stood. But as he did, the boy noticed something…strange about him. He could see his form getting bigger, the tearing of his clothes as they stretched and ripped, and heard his pained breathing morphing into a guttural growl.
"Double D?" Eddy's voice wavered and his footsteps halted and faltered
The boy gave what could only be described as a howl before literally plunging into the floorboards, leaving behind a shell-shocked Eddy and Courage and the faint sounds of digging.
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Ed wasn't scared of much.
His baby sister topped the phobia charts without competition. Next came soap and other cleanliness products of doom, and Finally, most terrifyingly, mole mutants. He had always kept himself safe; rolling around in rotten banana peels and stale buns and keeping a constant light source running had been his primary defenses against the scourge of the underground. But for all his preparedness, he was completely blind-sided by this latest news bulletin: Double D had been turned.
The thought of his friend donning the cursed pelt of mole fur was enough to make him tear up in sadness. It should've been him! It should've been anyone except his friend! Anyone!
But no. It had been him to be possessed and turned. And now they had to stop him. Stop him from harming the innocent bunny rabbits like he'd done before. His throat knotted up and he swallowed the great lump. He needed to be strong. He had to be strong or else the bunnies would perish.
Eddy had gathered him plus a few others: Rolf (who was raring to have at the mongrel), Mr. Neral (who volunteered his years of military expertise), Dr. Gehart (who insisted he join for he believed he could help), Johnny (who wanted to make sure they didn't do anything to drastic to the creature), Nazz (who volunteered and caused all the boys to swoon despite the situation), and Kevin (who joined simply because he thought the 'dork' would screw it up). They had all gathered in the son of a Sheppard's farm, wearing quickly assembled armor from Gen's personal collection as well as kitchenware.
"Man, your place gets real creepy at night, Rolf." Kevin had tilted his cap up in order to peer out into the thoroughly frightening atmosphere that had enveloped the normally hectic farmyard.
"I agree." the musical doctor tugged his scarf tighter around his neck "It's certainly has me in chills."
"Quit with your aching belly, Mr. Doctor Sir." Rolf was standing at point, refusing to budge an inch in anticipation of the beast's arrival "We must be silent and visual if we are to catch this vandal."
Ed gulped once more. Why hadn't anyone believed him and Eddy when they told him about the Mole Mutant Curse? Were they so blind that they couldn't see the completely plausible hypothesis when presented before them? The tall Ed tethered restlessly on his heels, sending this loose and bulky armor into a cacophony of clatters. His eyes darted about and finally came to rest on a lone rabbit in its cage. The sight of the fluffy creature made his nervous tweets slowly peter out.
Then its foot started tapping. Ed stared at it in confusion as it continued to do this, only increasing in speed and force with every passing second.
"Do you have at go outside, Mister Fluffy Bunny?" Ed questioned, leaning in closer
The rabbit continued its thumping until it finally caught the others attention.
"Geez, you wanna shut that guy up, Ed?" Eddy gripped, holding his ears.
"Yeah, the thing's giving me a headache." Kevin complained
"Will you cease your ruckus-making, Amsterdam?! Can you not see Rolf is trying to catch-"
He never finished his sentence for the beast had arrived. It'd shot from the ground in a spray of earth, sending all present swiveling as they all took in its appearance. Unlike many had assumed, it was very human-like. A tattered tropical orange shirt and purple shorts served as clothing for the creature. Its feet and entire body were covered completely by gray hair, every last single inch of them with blank, wide pools of white for eyes. It's ear were pointed slightly and framed by fringes of wild, bright orange hair.
Hair that sprouted from a black cap.
It was then that everyone seemingly stopped breathing. There was only one person in the entire cul-de-sac and beyond that wore such a hat. And the realization that the Eds had been telling the truth only made the situation more surreal. The moment seemed to last forever until the were mole broke it with a blood-curdling howl.
"No way." Kevin breathed at last, pulling up his the bill of his hat
"My word." Gen muttered, inching away from the popgun that was stationed in his pocket
"See! I told you guys, but nooo. Eddy's a liar. He never tells the truth." Eddy seemed a cross between frustrated and satisfied.
And Were Edd pounced, diving into the center of the group and sending them scattering. Kevin had instantly grabbed Nazz and hauled her towards the shed, the blond protesting all the while. Gerhart and Johnny both fumbled with their equipment while Gen and Rolf had already charged with weapons, a pitchfork and cavalry sword, raised high. The wered boy saw their imitate approached and snarled before diving down and drilling a hole.
The two paused, swiftly taking in their surroundings before the were leapt from the ground, sharp, three digit claws at the ready. Gen swung his sword but missed as the were mole bent down and clawed at his face. It was blocked by Rolf's pitchfork and he jabbed at him, only to hit air as he slunk back into the ground seamlessly.
"Ahh!" Gerhart screamed and scrambled into Johnny's arms as the boy's head appeared, growling loudly before ducking away again. The doctor shivered and clung tighter to the boy's massive noggin "Um, Mister G?…You're kinda…choking me…"
The boy appeared again, this time in front of Rolf and dodged into the ground as he stabbed. For nearly an hour this had been their game: he'd pop out, they'd swing, he duck, they'd miss. Rinse and Repeat. Then, the were boy popped up again with his entire body and lunged at Gen's blind side. He saw it, however, swung and was left speechless as the boy grabbed the sword barehanded. He then pulled and sent him careening into a tree with a solid punch to the face.
"You will now face judgement, cursed-to-be-beast Ed boy!" Rolf yelled only for the Ed to grab him by the neck and hail Mary him clear across the worked field, planting him straight in the pig's feeding troth "Just not by…Rolf."
At that point, the remaining members resorted to flailing about, Gerhart screaming bloody murder as Johnny fumbled about on unbalanced footing. Ed was pressed tightly against the cage of the sole remaining rabbit pen that held Amsterdam while Eddy and Courage frantically danced in place.
"We need to get out here!" Courage screamed, pulling forcefully on the Ed's pants leg
"Where a weapon when ya need one!?" he shouted, rummaging through his person as he repeatedly came up empty. Finally, after so much searching, his finger finally wrapped around something solid. With a grin, he fished the object from his pockets and held it to his face.
A yo-yo. The same colorful toy that had sent along with his cowardly dog. He scowled, heat rising in his throat as he prepared to unleash a torrent of insults and possible swears when the fuchsia canine's frantic tugging finally drew his attention to him and his outstretched paw.
Were Edd was coming towards them.
"Aw man!" Eddy yelled and ducked, feeling rather than seeing the furry assailant pass overhead. Grabbing his dog, his feet blurred into a cyclone as he quickly sped down the field. He stole a look behind him and screamed again. Edd had leapt once more; this time with what looked like a large boulder in one hand. With a grunt it was flying, barely missing its target who bellowed almost inhumanly loud.
"I liked it better when he was just a nerd!" Eddy shouted as he swerved away from another rock. Courage was held in his grip, over the shoulder style, and his eyes bugged out of his head brief before he grabbed his owner and flipped him like a flapjack and saved him from being impaled by way of shovel. Eddy, now flat on his back gazed up to see the sky partial obscured by slender shadows. As they drew closer, the shadows faded to reveal themselves as flying farm tools. Sharp, edged, rapidly approaching farm tools.
"Ahh!" once more, Eddy was on his feet and swerving through the falling implements like a madman. Just like his dad would do in traffic after a big sale or whenever he and his mom had a little spat. Courage hung tight to the boy and pointed hurriedly at the toy in his grip.
"Use it!" he yelled, jerking his head back to avoid a rusty rake
"Use it?!" Eddy rolled around javelin that had been aimed at his head "It's a freakin' toy!"
"Just trust me!" Courage yelled and tugged his ear away from its meeting with a pitchfork that appeared to have had a bite taken out of it
Eddy had no idea why he decided to listen to the mutt, but he did and so he drew the yo-yo out onto its string and flung it at a random direction. As the string unfurled, Courage started screaming. Looking up, the boy joined him as improbably; the tractor, which had to be as heavy as a car, was heading right at them. The boy felt a jerk on his finger and he felt himself being dragged to the side, letting the farm vehicle crash harmlessly into the ground.
The boy and dog were pulled through the air before colliding head first with a metal pipe. Shaking his flatten skull round again, the dog hauled the teen up and flashed him a smile.
"Shut up." Eddy replied as he tried to untangle the toy from the metal piece.
"RAWR!"
They turned to see the turned boy leaping away from them and towards the pen, mouth opened wide and drool dripping freely in anticipation of his meal.
SMACK!
"Nuh-uh, Mister Mutant Double D! You can't have fluffy bunnies tonight!" Ed said as he sent his friend tumbling with a tennis racket to the face
Seeing the were stunned, Courage pulled fiercely on the teen's pants leg "We need to get some of his hair!"
"What!? You got some kinda thing fer hair or something?!" Eddy shouted at the dog's incredulous question
"Trust me! This has happened to me before!" he offered, hoping that would provide him with enough reason to listen o him
It only made him more confused, shouting loudly at the dog and pulling themselves face-to-muzzle. As he continued to interrogate the dog, he was made aware of a hand next to his face by way of a dumb-sounding 'Bing!' As both turned they saw that the hand belonged to none other than the big lug himself. And gripped between his fingers were a gray follicle.
Eddy stared at the boy and instead of questioning how he got the sample, let alone how he heard them from all the way across the field, he took it and scrambled to his feet and scanned around for the cursed boy.
"Man, he keeps popping up like some kinda Whack-A-Mole!" Eddy's head was constantly in motion as he caught brief glimpses of his friend's head before it disappeared once more into the ground
He brought his hand to his chin and stroked it in thought "He may be a Were Mole but he's Double D as a Were Mole so…"
Randomly picking a direction, he jabbed his finger out grandiosely and spoke "Hey, look! Its that famous dead writer guy! Will-what's-his-face!"
Courage slapped a paw to his face as the mole boy poked his head out from underground. Eddy quickly wasted no time, ambushing the lad and sending them into a fight cloud of body parts, unintelligible language, and string. When they dispersed, Eddy pulled the rope taunt; drawing the boy up into the hogtied trap. He growled and barked vicious and struggled furiously against his binds. It ended as the dog dropped a hair into his mouth.
Gagging, the lad's movement flared for a moment before his body went slack. It was only after several tense seconds did the boy ease on the rope, allowing the yo-yo string to retract back into place and allow the boy's body to fall to the ground. Slowly, everyone gathered round, either awakening from their forced slumbers or slinging out of their hiding spots. Gerhart was still clutched to Johnny who by now had grown tired of the doctor's wimpy behavior while Kevin guided Nazz back to the group, sporting more than a few sets of fist implants as well as an open palm mark on his cheek.
Their faces twisted into confusion when after several minutes, the boy's body hadn't reverted back to normal. He hadn't changed period. The two Eds and company were quickly becoming concerned when the boy groaned. Everyone back Ed back immediately, Gen and Rolf quick to reach for their weapon in the event the sock wearing Ed attempted to try anything. They all continued to watch as he slowly pulled himself to his knees and turned sluggishly to face them.
The white pools were now black with black pupils and from his throat came a deep, scratchy voice that asked a very simple question "What's going on?"
At that point, Eddy threw his hands into the air and stomped away from the crowd and towards his home.
"It's official: my life's completely weird now."
Author's Notes: There you have it! Ohhh, Double D didn't change back, but he appears to be in control now…or is he? The title is from a very good and well-written fan comic trilogy of the same name (look it up, its good!) while the tennis racket to the face is a nod to a particular scene from Yoshermon's exceptional story KevinBound (read it, it's way more coherent and put together than most of my stories!).
Next chapter: Edd comes to terms with his new found abilities while another new face appears in town. Who is this creepy man with the lime green suit? And why does he seem so fixated on Courage? Found out next on another exciting and hopefully though provoking chapter of Courageous Ed! TTFN!
