WW1: Hey my peeps. WW1 here bringing ya the first chap of (in a cool voice) Ed, Edd n Eddy: Rise of the Renegades.

JJ: (pops up beside WW1) Hi people on the outside.

WW1: (Surprised) JJ what are you doing here isn't Jay supposed to say the disclaimer today?

JJ: He was but he got the flu somehow. (Hides a can of "flu in a can" behind his back) Besides I always wanted to see what it was like this close to the outside world because…I'm locked up, won't let me out, won't let me out, locked up.

WW1: Shut up! Just do the disclaimer already!

JJ: Okay, WW1 does not own Ed, Edd n Eddy, Danny Antonucci does. (WW1 whispers something in his ear) Oh, and we don't own the song I just sang above or High school never ends, Bowling for Soup does.

WW1: Good boy. (Throws him a dog treat.)

JJ: (Barks and runs away to eat it) (I thought I made him part cat?)

Ed's opened his eyes slowly and sat up from his messy bed. Yawning, his turned his stare towards the window, finding the sight of the sun shining high. Pushing the blankets off his body, the large teen rose from his bed and walked to his closet. Swinging open the door, he glanced at his wardrobe. After about 5 minutes of deciding on which clothes were the least smelling he finally decided on a pair of baggy dark blue jeans, a long sleeve white shirt under a red short sleeve shirt, and black sneakers.

Entering his bathroom, he grabbed his comb and tried to wrestle his hair into submission but, gave trying to rake a comb through his scraggly ginger hair. Sighing, Ed threw the comb behind him and walked back into his room, grabbed his backpack and his green jacket before he ran upstairs.

Ed walked through the kitchen, grabbed a piece of buttered toast and ran out the door. He ran into the driveway and jumped into his retro van. He quickly started up the engine and drove out of the driveway. Ed stopped in front of Eddy's house as the shortest 'Ed' ran out of his house barely pulling on his purple which had a tilted golden crown on the chest area. Eddy literally jumped into van and began shouting:

"Put the pedal to the metal Lumpy we gotta go!" Eddy crawled into the front seat and quickly strapped on his seatbelt.

"What about Double D?" Ed asked, concerned for his friend.

"Called him, he's already on the road." Eddy mumbled back. With a small shrug, Ed drove off. The two drove in silence as Eddy tried to finish up some last minute homework before his grade went down anymore than it needed to.

Ed, not bearing the silence anymore, turned on the radio. After a few seconds of tuning it, a grin broke out on his face as a certain some came on. He turned to Eddy, who shared the same grin before:

"The whole damn world is just as obsessed
With who's the best dressed and who's having sex,
Who's got the money, who gets the honeys,
Who's kinda cute and who's just a mess
And you still don't have the right look
And you don't have the right friends
Nothing changes but the faces, the names, and the trends
High school never ends"

The two friends sang, or rather screech their favorite song. Eddy act the next few parts of the songs making Ed laugh his ass as Eddy pretended to be a gossiping girl.

Though only minutes later the funs stopped as Ed pulled into the high school's parking lot. The two got out of the car and ran up to the school entrance, not wanting the be late for class. Ed hesitated as he reached the steps. He looked up at the large building, if there was one thing he hated, it was school. He hated all the mindless teachers droning on and on about stupid facts, in if he tried to lighten the class up a bit he got detention, and he didn't like it one bit.

But, with a deep sigh Ed trotted up the stairs after his friend already regretting his decision.

"I still can't believe you two would do something so irresponsible and dangerous and drag me into it!" Edd lectured as he and his friends drove home in Ed's van. It was 6:30 p.m. Why are the Ed's coming home from school this late. One word. Detention. You see, Ed and Eddy had managed to find a box of Cherry Bombs and M-80s in the junkyard a few days earlier. With their newly found explosives, the two managed to connect the fuses of two cherry bombs and an M-80 and threw it into a teacher's desk. Well, in short the desk was nothing but splinters when they were done with it. The three Ed's had gotten a month's worth of detention and cleaning duty in the cafeteria.

Ed began pulling into the cul-de-sac but was stopped by sirens and the flashing of red and blue. Stomping on the brakes the three friends jumped out of the car. Ed blindly ran towards his house, ignoring his friends screams. What the hell was going on. Entering the center of the cul-de-sac, Ed discovered that the police cars were stations at every house, detectives and officers running in and out of houses. Ed turned towards his own home, the most police cars crowding around his own house. The tallest Ed began bounding towards his house, not even stopping to breathe once. Ed ran past the preoccupied cops and into building, he began towards the stairs but was stopped by two officers.

"Hey kid! What're doing in here!" The first one yelled as they ran towards him. Ed, with his inhuman strength, plowed straight through the policemen and sprinted up the stairs. As he neared the top of his stairs, he caught sight of two body bags being carried out of his parent's room. The teen resisted the urge to scream in terror. He felt a pair of strong arms wrap around his torso.

"Son, calm down!" The cop yelled from behind him. This just made the boy even more hyped up. Ed broke from the cop's hold, turned around and slammed his fist into his cheek, knocking him down the stairs. He had to see her, he had to make sure she was okay, he had to.

Ed ran in to Sarah's room and recoiled in disgust, a terribly stench filled the air, a mixture of blood, feces, and death. The youth buried his want to run out of the room and vomit and stepped inside the room. What he saw next made him want to vomit, roar with rage and cry his eyes out all at the same time.

There lying lifelessly in a white body bag was his little sister. All that was visible was her face but even that made tears begin to fall from his eyes. Sarah's face was bruised, swollen and cut up and was almost unrecognizable. Ed kneeled beside his sister and cradled her injured face in his large hand. He could feel the dried blood rubbing onto his hand but he didn't care.

Suddenly, two pairs of hands grabbed his arms and yanked him away from the girl's dead body. The cops had found him. Ed began to flail wildly in their hands.

"NO, NO! GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" He screamed at the top of his lungs as he pushed away one of the cops and elbowed the other. He felt another cop put him in a choke hold, but he grabbed the cop's arms and threw him off his shoulders. A jumped on him and pushed him down, he felt the cold metal of handcuffs around his wrists before he flipped on to his back and kicked the cop off of him before he pushed himself to his feet. He was about to run back to his sister's corpse when a solid object connected with his temple.

Ed could feel his feet fumble as his running slowed. He tripped over his own foot and fell to the ground, his world slowly going black. He felt cold metal on his wrists and heard the click as the cuffs closed. He felt himself be hoisted into the air before he finally lost contact with the world.