Potoperson here with my first try at Ed, Edd, and Eddy

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I don't own Ed, Edd, and Eddy but of course you already probably knew that, but if you didn't I DO NOT OWN ED, EDD, AND EDDY!! (or the song later used)

And now we go to…

Chapter 11- WHAT THE FLIP!?

(Or, Restaurant MADNESS! I don't know if you could consider this madness or not…)

Since all the Cul-de-sac were officially banned from The Yoke's On You the next morning they went to a little café right across the plaza called the Amour Muet for breakfast. (yes that was the name of a chapter 4 but I think it's catchy!) Every body was scattered around the café doing the best they could to stay as FAR away from Ed and May as they could.

The two were sharing yet another spaghetti dinner (Because nothing tugs at the old heart strings better than pasta!) but instead of a lovely Disney reference they were flinging food at each other and trying to catch it which, as you could imagine, brought about some aggravation from surrounding patrons. But some how they managed to keep their group in the restaurant.

Eddy and Double D sat at a booth, Double D some how still immersed in his book. Eddy glared at the couple trying to think of a way to break them up that wouldn't end up causing unimaginable chaos. Of course he realized that in a crazy fic like the one he found himself stuck in, that was virtually impossible. (Unless I say so tee hee) So he took to letting his mind wander. Until his thoughts were brought out of this by the voice of the person in the booth behind him…

Nazz chose to sit in a booth by her self. Or at least that's what she wanted to do until a huge family of 7 people packed into the seat crushing her against the wall basically without ever noticing she was there. A little boy who was next to her looked at her and shouted, "Hey pretty lady you have nice hair, can I touch it!?" "I'd prefer you didn't…" but it was too late her hair she had just washed thoroughly was in the clutches of a screaming obnoxious toddler.

Just then she felt something brush against her shoulder. She glanced over and saw a folded over napkin. She shook her hair loose and picked it up unfolding it.

Hey

"What the flip…."

Marilyn, Johnny, and Plank were all sitting at a table eating a vegan choice of meal. All except Plank who just stared out the window. "Hey Plank, you gonna eat your tofu bacon?" Johnny asked while still shoving his own food in his mouth. "I'm a hunk of wood, of course I'm not going to eat it." Plank muttered. Johnny, not sensing Plank's sarcasm, grabbed the food and began eating that as well.

"What's wrong Plank?" When Plank didn't answer Marilyn asked, "You're still thinking about that girl, aren't you?" Plank sighed. "Yeah guess so…" "So who exactly is Coco, Plank?" Marilyn asked. Plank smirked. "Curious about me, eh?" Marilyn shook her head. "No, not really, but I think people have been wondering for months now." Plank chuckled. "Alright I'll tell you."

Marilyn and Johnny leaned in (along with probably a lot of readers) as Plank took a deep breath. "Me and Coco, we go way back. I knew her way before I knew either of you. Back when I was in my exploring days…" "You had exploring days?" Johnny shushed her and motioned for Plank to continue. "Well, Coco's more than just some Coconut she's….well she's…." "His Fiancé."

They flipped around and were surprised to see Coco on the ground before them. Johnny and Marilyn looked from the stunned hunk of wood, to the aggravated looking coconut and wondered one thing, "What the flip?"

Nazz jotted something on the napkin under the first message with a ball point pen.

Sorry, I don't write messages to strangers.

She slipped it back between the booth and the wall and waited. It came back. Nazz read it. (Please just presume that they're sending these back and forth I don't really feel like inserting in something about them writing it every time)

Don't worry it's only me

Me who?

Me Me

…Mimi from Rent?

NO! Eddy!

Eddy?

Yes!

Nazz was slightly surprised by this. Why would Eddy want to send notes to her? "They stare at her, then they start sending her notes and flowers then they ask her out, and when she tells them she doesn't like them like that they're devastated..." She shook the thought from her head. That didn't have to be the reason. She jotted down her answer and slipped it back.

Kevin was flipping through a note pad he'd stolen from Double D at some point during the school year. He had began making a list of things he knew about Marilyn.

Things I know about Mariyln

She's insanely pretty

She's related to the infinite forehead aka Johnny 2x4

She stinks at Cheer leading

She has some past involving Rolf…

Of course Kevin didn't know that for certain, he just was assuming that. He glanced up at Rolf who was shoving an entire roast beef in his mouth. "Hey Rolf, do you have some past involving Marilyn?" Kevin asked, throwing out the book on stealth. "mwworf mmouuuuwr maaaaaa" "Dude, chew your food."

Rolf amazingly (if not discustingly) was able to swallow the entire thing in one gulp. "of course." He said as if it were obvious. Kevin was slightly surprised by the answer, but leant in just the same. "When we were both wee little children we were-" He was cut off by the bunch of spaghetti that splattered against his face. "Ah yeah! You got him my little Gravy Cake!" May gushed to Ed who beamed proudly.

Rolf stood up on the table and help up a chicken leg. "OHO! The pasta of war has been thrown! Prepare to be defeated!" He hurtled towards Ed attacking him with the chicken leg. May continued throwing spaghetti at the back of his head just as Ed tossed a conveniently placed pitcher of gravy at his face.

Kevin sighed and opened a new page of the note pad.

Things I know about friends:

They're loyal

They're trustworthy

They're forgiving

They have a weird way of starting brawls in restaurants.

Kevin shook his head. With friends like these, why the flip would you ever need cartoon network?

Jimmy was whimpering under an umbrella trying to avoid the falling pieces of spaghetti. Sara gazed absent mindedly at Double D. (see? I put them in too!)

Plank stared at Coco, Coco looked at him indifferently, Marilyn watched in curiosity, and Johnny had gone back to eating. "Coco…you're here?" Coco looked beyond him, refusing to look him in the eye. "I'm not here to see you Plank." She spat, "I'm here to get some food and leave…like you left me!" Plank was taken back by this. "Coco…" "You don't call, you don't write, and you expect me to just come back!?" Plank gulped. "uh…" "WELL?" "Coco, just hear me out, please!" Coco was still obviously infuriated. "And why should I do that?" she asked.

"Because…Because…hit it Ricky!"

Near by a lounge lizard in a purple tux stepped up to a piano and began playing a tune. Plank got on one knee (?) before Coco and sang, "You are so beautiful to meeeeee, can't you seeeeeeee?" A tear slipped from Johnny's eye. "That boy can sing his heart out…" Marilyn laid a comforting hand on her cousin's shoulder as Plank continued. "You're everything I hoped for, you're everything I need. You are so beautiful-" Coco slapped him across the face with yet another palm leaf.

"You expect me to fall for THAT?" she boomed. "It worked last time…." Coco turned and began rolling away. "Goodbye Plank." And all poor Plank could do was watch helplessly as his fiancé rolled away from him, again. Johnny wiped the tear from his eye and held out a plate of food to his cousin and buddy. "Soy cube?"

Why'd you write me a note?

Who else would I write one to? Mono brow over there?

No I mean why'd you write a note at all?

Eddy paused before replying. He wasn't really sure why he'd written the note. Perhaps it was because some where deep down he'd actually enjoyed talking to Nazz on the bus, perhaps it was because he was board and the food here wasn't fit to feed to an Ed, perhaps it was because he….

Eddy shook his head and jotted down his reply.

I dunno, I like talking to you I guess…

Eddy, satisfied with his answer, slipped the napkin between the booth and the wall and faced forward. That's when he finally noticed Double D., looking up at him, smirking impishly. "Oh don't you look at me like that." Eddy growled. Double D put on a cherubic expression. "Oh I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about." "And I'm sure you'll keep your mouth shut if you know what's good you!" Eddy hissed. Double D. made a motion as if he were zipping his lip, although Eddy wasn't quite sure if he could trust that angelic expression…

Nazz picked up the napkin and read it. For some reason when she did her heart fluttered. Eddy liked talking to her? Suddenly the obnoxious toddler grabbed the napkin from her hand and shoved it in his mouth. Nazz stared at him. "Hey lady, what're you starin' at? Hey MOM this lady's starin' at me!"

The over protective mom's eyes widened. "Are you harassing my baby!?" she said, stunned. "Harassing- -what are you…?" Just then the mom grabbed her purse and began slapping the poor teenager with it. "LEAVE MY SHMOOKUMS ALOOOOOOONE!!"

Just then about fifty pancakes (with syrup) hit everyone at the table and in the restaurant from Ed, May and Rolf's brawl. Tears welded up in the eyes of the little toddler. "MA-MA!! SYRUP'S IN MY EYE!!" The mom turned her attention away from Nazz and to the central group. "YOU. HURT. MY. (insert embarrassing pet name here)!!" And thus the mom used her super overly protective mother powers to give the three a very stern talking to, while Nazz watched, annoyed that THEY didn't get whacked with a purse…

The restaurant owner decided it was time to check in on the Amour Muet, to make sure that everything was honky dory. He walked into the restaurant only to find sheer unadulterated chaos. "What the tumble?!" he gasped. All motion in the Amour Muet stopped and all eyes turned on him. "uh…I mean, What the Flip?!" Everyone went back to what they were doing, and the restaurant owner simply shook his head wondering why he ever thought it would be ok to let all those teens in at all.

Potoperson:….AHHH! (slams head on computer desk)

Cella: What's you're problem?

Potoperson: That. Was. SO BADLY WRITTEN AND EXCECUTED!

Cella: ok…..

Potoperson: if anyone were to Flame me I'd totally agree….

Cella: (grabs Potoperson and slaps her across the face repeatedly) CUT IT OUT!! YOU SOUND EMO!!

Potoperson: ok just stop slapping me!

Cella: (drops girl) glad to be of service!

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