Disclaimer: Ed, Edd N Eddy and all its characters are copyright AKA Cartoon. I am not using them for profit; I am simply using them to practice my own writing skills….
Author: Wow, I just reread Chapter Six and realized there were a million errors in it. Most were grammar, but some, like the part were Nazz said Double D fixed the toxic waste problem, had inaccurate information. (Even if you did change the number of electrons, you would not get a new element…) I'm sorry about the errors, and I certainly hope this chapter doesn't have as many!
Also… about today's chapter name… yeah...
Chapter Nine: The Busiest Schedule EVER, a.k.a. "Sorry, can't talk. I've just cured the Common Cold and I have fifteen more cures to find this hour."
It was nearly impossible for Double D to comprehend all the things he had learned that day, and Double D could comprehend a lot. I've created devices that can change atoms… Kevin's dead… I've fixed the ozone layer… Nazz is my wife… I've saved extinct species… Nazz is my wife….
It was a perfect world, almost. Double D was famous and Nazz was his wife. He was a scientist and inventor, and scientists he admired worked for HIM! But that did not satisfy him…. He knew this world could never be perfect because he did not create these things- his counterpart did. (Also, Eddy and Ed did not exist, and his parallel was a slob.)
"Double D sir?"
Double D looked up to see a girl of about five years peaking in shyly through the door. That was the first time anyone had called him by his nickname all day. "Yes?" he responded.
However, Nazz spoke before the girl could talk. "Stephanie! What have I told you about calling Eddward that name? Also, didn't I say not to bug your father at this time?"
Double D blinked. Did Nazz just say that girl was his child?
"But, mom- Nazz, ma'am," Stephanie corrected herself, "the president just wanted to talk to da- Eddward, sir."
Nazz looked at her watch. "They're a bit early," she mumbled to herself. To Stephanie, she said, "Good girl. Now, go play with the other kids at the nursery."
"But, mommy, all of them are either babies or mean bully seven-year-olds!" Stephanie cried.
Nazz smiled. "Well than, I guess you can go visit Doctor Mizuuki."
Stephanie cheered. She then ran off. Nazz's smile faded as the young girl walked away. For a second, Double D was sure that Nazz had a look of sorrow in her eye. However, the look quickly disappeared.
"Who was that?" Double D asked.
Nazz stepped into the room. "I guess I forgot to mention our daughter…. Her name is Stephanie, and she's five. But we'll have to talk about her later- the president is waiting, and he's an impatient man!"
"But what should I say? I don't have a clue-"
"Oh, don't worry," Nazz said. "He's just here to whi- I mean, tell us of more problems in the country we need to fix."
Was Nazz about to say "whine"? Double D wondered. He began to wonder if Nazz disliked the President.
"All you have to do is nod and say 'Yes, sir'," Nazz continued. "I'll respond to anything that may need a different, or more thorough, response."
"But won't the President be suspicious if I don't talk much?" Double D asked.
"No," Nazz responded, "but if it were a week from now, he would be very suspicious."
Double D blinked. He was about to ask why, but Nazz grabbed his hand and said they needed to hurry. They ran through dozens of over illuminated hallways, stopping to enter two or three elevators. Despite the long distance, though, the whole trip seemed to only be a minute in Double D's eye.
As they entered the fourth elevator, Nazz put on a wide smile. Double D puzzled over this for a second before he realized why she was smiling. Obviously, the President was just outside the door. Double D put on a nervous grin, but Nazz shook her head. "Don't."
Double D's smile disappeared, and, for the fiftieth time that day, he felt puzzled.
The elevator doors opened, and Nazz walked out in a dignified manner. Double D imitated her. The room they entered contained a very long desk (AN: think the desk in the previous chapter, where Eddy found out he was going to be murdered…) with multiple chairs. In one chair at the end of the table sat a somewhat familiar looking man, who wore a big grin. The man was surrounded by guards, and one of the guards held up an American flag. The man, presumably the President, looked as if he was in his early fifties, with gray-brown hair and kind brown eyes. His skin also seemed to look as if it was naturally pale, but had been in a tanning both many times. He was of middle weight, and was short.
Oddly enough, the man reminded Double D of Santa Claus.
Nazz offered Double D a seat, the one opposite the President. After he sat, she, herself, took a seat to the right of him.
"Good day, Eddward, Nazz. You look excellent today, Nazz!" The President greeted. His voice was just as kind as his eyes.
"Thank you, sir," Nazz said with a small smile. Double D noticed that the smile seemed real. No, it didn't seem like Nazz hated the President at all! What had he been thinking earlier?
"And Eddward, I must congratulate you on your recent discovery about Alzheimer's disease! Why, many people are saying that this discovery will put an end to the disease!" The President said, excitedly. "How do you do it?"
Double D looked nervously at Nazz. In the back of his head, he thought, Alzheimer's, too? How many accomplishments has my parallel made?
Before Double D or Nazz had a chance to respond, a man walked him through the door located behind the President. All the security guards turned around and said, in unison, "Hello, Mr. President."
Double D blinked. If that was the President walking in through the doors, than who was…
"That person we just talked to," Nazz whispered to him, "was the Vice President. He's really nice. The person walking in is the President. He probably forgot some files, or something, and left the Vice to greet us."
Double D looked up at the man who had just walked in, and was now sitting down where the Vice President formerly sat. The man looked serious, mean and tired. He had studious gray eyes behind thin-wired glasses, and a mop of neatly-trimmed brown hair on his head. Except for his lips, which seemed permanently coiled in a frown, the man's face was monotony and boring. The suit the man wore added onto the boring, serious ensemble. Double D hadn't spent three seconds in the room with him, but already he knew why Nazz wasn't his biggest fan.
"I see you've finally found important knowledge about Alzheimer's," the President said in a cold tone. "The cure might be found soon. I trust your organization is working on it?"
"Yes, sir," Double D said cautiously. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Nazz scribble something down on a notepad.
"I have brought a few graphs and charts with me," the President explained in a serious voice, "that explain the rate that some diseases are spreading, and also the percentage of people overweight. Although your diet plan has brought the percentage of overweight people in the world down by 10 percent, there is still a large amount of large people."
The President paused to laugh at his own stupid joke. Nazz scowled and wrote down more information.
"The storm rate has increased by ten percent over the last year," the President continued, still, "and has caused many damages among the west coast. Fix it."
"Yes, sir," Double D responded, although inside he was thinking, FIX the weather?
The President stared at Double D, eyes hardly blinking. In the same boring voice, he droned, "And the divorce rates of this country have increased by sixteen-point-three-one percent. Perhaps your education department should send another video to the schools explaining dating and marriage, or, more importantly, choosing the right person to date and marry. The last video did not go so well, and I expect this one to be better."
Double D managed to say, "Yes, sir," without yelling. This man is infuriating, he thought. How am I supposed to control the general public's thoughts?
"This meeting is adjourned," the President stated quite simply before handing Nazz a few files and walking out the door with his thirty or so body guards.
Double D watched as they left, and after they had left, turned to Nazz. "What was that about?" he asked.
Nazz looked up from the information she was writing down. "Oh? You mean the President's demands? He's always like that. Nerve-racking, isn't it?"
Double D shook his head. "How did he ever manage to be the President?"
"Oh," Nazz said again, "He doesn't act that way in public, Eddward. Well, I better go put send this report to the secretaries. The President's going to expect progress in about a week, if not a few days, so the sooner we get this all scheduled out, the better. Until then, here is your schedule for tomorrow."
Nazz handed Double D a piece of paper. It was a schedule, and when Double D saw what was written on it, he nearly fainted.
It wasn't the ridiculousness of the demands, or the cramped time he had to do it that terrified Double D (although it sure helped). It was the number of things he had to do.
8:00-8:30- Check out the Nuclear Bomb section, and see how close they are to being finished on the improved bomb; review blueprints with scientists
8:30-9:00- Check out the Anti-Warfare Sector, and share with them blueprints and model of Nuclear Bomb Shield
9:00-9:10- Breakfast (Don't eat the toaster pastries- they are currently under an experiment- Nazz)
9:15-10:00- Filing, signing documents, ext; see Secretary Department for more information
10:00-10:30- Research on sickle cell anemia (Hurry! Tropical countries expecting news soon- Nazz)
10:30-10:35- Check on Stephanie
10:40-11:50- Filming for school movie "Playground Safety- Part Three: Virtual Reality Equipment"
11:50-12:05- Help editors with editing the above film
12:05-12:35- Lunch with Sh'cool Shoes, Inc President; discuss new shoe design (#22, not #15- Nazz)
12:40-2:40- Research cell-stimuli in plants
2:45-3:00-Report on plant cloning process
3:00-3:30- BREAK (You'll need to pick up Stephanie from school and send her to the daycare now; sorry hun –Nazz)
3:45-4:45- Help Trainee Scientists with work
4:50-6:00- Make sure the prototype teleporter machine is being built correctly
6:00-7:00- Test psychology measures
7:00-8:00- Dinner, break and planning on future cures for amnesia with scientists (I'll pick up Stephanie tonight, dear- Nazz)
8:05-9:00- Sort through public health updates and make measures accordingly
9:45-11:05- Meeting; followed by shower and bed
Double D looked up at Nazz. "You're kidding, right?" he asked after a few seconds of stunned silence.
Nazz looked over the paper. "Nope. Actually, this is one of the shorter days. You usually wake up earlier." Nazz then noted the look on Double D's face. "Don't worry, though. I'll try to cancel a few of these sessions and try to be with you for the others. However, my schedule is somewhat busy, too."
Double D nodded. He reread the list, and the last one caught his eye. "Um, Nazz? What does the last one mean? I mean, about the meeting."
Nazz looked at it. "Don't worry about that. In fact, let me fix it."
Double D handed Nazz the paper, and she crossed off the last one. Before Double D could say anything, Nazz said, "It's late, Eddward. You should be heading off to bed."
And so, Nazz led Double D to his room, and closed the door when she knew he was in bed.
"He's like a child," she whispered. She then pulled out her walky-talky. "Second in command reporting. First in command shall not be attending tomorrow night's meeting."
A yawn came out of the walky-talky. "Okay, ma'am," a sluggish voice responded.
Nazz smiled. "Get some sleep, #22."
"'K. #22…signing off!"
Nazz sighed. "Some habits you just can't break…."
