A/N: Prompt for this one was for the Eds digging up their "The Good Ol' Ed" time capsule. Mostly gen with a dash of EddEddy, could read as EdEddEddy if you like.
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Double Dee knelt on a handkerchief on his old back lawn, holding a spade at arm's length toward the ground and squinting past it as Ed and Eddy watched over either of his shoulders. At last, he brought the tip of the spade to the ground, tracing an outline through the grass.
"Give me a break!" Eddy said, anticipation only just audible over his impatience as he threw his hands up. "We ain't got all day, you know."
"Eddy, please–"
"I'll dig the hole!" Ed declared. He dove right over Double Dee with a shout of unbridled glee and dug his fingers into the soft dirt. As quickly as he was digging, he was chattering about all the memories they were set to unearth.
"Atta boy, Ed!" Eddy cheered, hands on Double Dee's shoulders as he leaned forward to watch Ed work. He snickered when he felt Double Dee's shoulders heave in a sigh, bending at to wrap his arms around him and tease against his ear, "Don't worry, sockhead, you can show off your eye for detail to me later."
"I was not– good Lord," Double Dee cut himself off, dragging his shirt over his nose.
"Yeesh," Eddy said, straightening and following his lead. He squinted at Ed, who hadn't broken stride despite the foul odor coming from the hole. "You sure this is where the case is buried and not the skeptic tank?"
"Septic tank, Eddy. And my parents do not have a septic system. I can't imagine what–"
"I found it!" Ed cheered, popping up with the case held high and turning to grin at his friends. He took a deep whiff of the case and sighed, tears in the corners of his eyes, "Ah, the smell of childhood memories…"
Before either of them could suggest better of it, Ed popped open the case and laid it out flat. Eddy and Double Dee recoiled, gagging; as one, they each grabbed Ed by an arm and dragged him into the house over his protests.
"Who put the fish in there?" Eddy demanded when they made it inside. "Ed?"
"Not I, Eddy," Ed said, nose in the air. Then he added, drooping, "If I'd thought of it–"
"It certainly wasn't me," Double Dee put in, raising a considering eyebrow at Eddy.
"Hey, don't give me that look, I know I didn't do it" Eddy protested. "I'd definitely remember that."
