A/N: Just realized I forgot to crosspost a few ficlets, whoops. Prompt for this one was for Eds and Fourth of July fireworks, but it was a day late, so.

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"Ohohoh!" Ed shouted from the other room, followed closely by the sound of his habitual galloping run. Eddy had time to exchange a glance with Double Dee before Ed burst into the kitchen, a smile on top of a tap-dance of excitement. "Guys, guys– I heard fireworks!"

Double Dee threw up his hands, suds from the sink of dishes he was working on raining down around him. He didn't even react to the shower, just said, "For goodness' sake! You'd think they'd have run out by now, but nooo– wait."

"Waiting," Eddy said, swallowing snickers, elbow on the table and one eyebrow raised as Double Dee stood glaring into empty space.

"It's four in the afternoon," Double Dee said, mostly to himself. He rushed to the window and threw open the curtains. Gesturing wildly as he turned wide eyes on the others, he exclaimed, "It's sunny!"

"Guuuys," Ed whined. His dance became less excited and more jittery. "It's fireworks. Can we go watch them, please? I love fireworks!"

"We know, lumpy, you reminded us when we watched them last night," Eddy said, turning his attention back to the sandwiches he was making. "Y'know, on the actual holiday."

"Ridiculous," Double Dee groused, arms crossed as he shook his head at the world outside their window. "I'm as patriotic as the next person, but this is ridiculous."

"So, what else is new?" Eddy asked. "You complain about this every year. Because it happens every year."

"Yes, yes, and every year–"

Double Dee stopped short, eyes falling closed. One hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. When he opened his eyes again, the look he passed from Eddy's grin to Ed's pout was resigned.

Grinning, Eddy prompted, "If we drive far enough–"

"We'll find the best viewing spot by the time it's dark enough to see them," Double Dee finished on a sigh.

Ed cheered and swept Double Dee off his feet to gather him into a group hug with Eddy. He was babbling a mile a minute when he let them both go to charge off to get ready.

"The sandwiches should have tipped me off, if nothing else," Double Dee muttered, trudging back to the sink to finish the dishes before they left.

Eddy went on with his own work, still grinning. He didn't give much of a fuss about fireworks, but not much beat a road trip.