Sarah had made her way to the junkyard. After all, she wasn't about to do anything potentially harmful and/or dangerous to anything of hers. The junkyard is full of forgotten nonsense just begging to be experimented on, and it was big enough that no one would notice her, even if they came through. And so, she brought out her newly named Mad Little Girl, ready to initiate step one of her revenge plan.

"Alright, Mad Little Girl, shrink that…. tire!" Sarah commanded, pointing to a hoop of black rubber. It was in fine condition, but the car that it came from certainly had seen better days, and a lot of parts were gone, probably fenced by Eddy. The Stand casually walked halfway to the tire, before stopping dead in its tracks.

"Hey! I gave you an order!" Sarah spat out, stepping closer. As she moved towards the Stand, it moved exactly that distance towards the tire. Sarah had a thought. Huh. I guess it can only go so far from me. Better I found that out now than later.

She walked towards the tire, Mad Little Girl keeping pace, about eight feet in front. As it got close enough to the debris, it unfurled a single green claw from its ankle. Made enough sense to Sarah, since a claw from the upper body would involve bending down to reach the tire. Pulling back its leg, it delivered a light kick, not at the tire but rather at the space right next to it. It slashed the tire, leaving a large wound, interrupted by the empty center only to resume on the other side of the hoop. In an instant, it was small enough that Sarah could wear it as a ring on her finger. She didn't, of course, but the point still stood.

"Alright, now… make it normal size, I guess?" Immediately, the tire was at its full size, albeit not as it was earlier, with the claw mark even more noticeable at normal size. It was at this point that Sarah had a thought.

"Can you shrink me down?" She asked her Stand. She closed her eyes and tensed her muscles waiting to be scratched, only to feel nothing. Slowly she opened her eyes and realized that she, along with her Stand, were shrunken down. Then, they both grew back to normal. Then Sarah shrunk and her Stand stayed at its normal size, and then vice versa.

A couple hours later, Sarah had explored as much of the ins and outs of her Stand as possible. She had discovered that she could shrink herself and/or her Stand, at will, to the same tiny size she shrinks objects to, and anywhere in between. Similarly, she can shrink objects to anywhere between maybe a cubic centimeter and normal size. Anything on the person of her or her Stand shrinks with her. There are, however, limitations. Shrunken things weigh proportionally what that object scaled down to such a size would, and she can not make objects bigger than normal size. Lastly, if she shrinks an item, but not to minimum size by scratching it and she wants to make it smaller, it has to be clawed at again. Over the course of the test run, Sarah had formulated a plan to get revenge on Ed. She didn't want to leave any lasting damage, but if she 'accidentally' did, she could pin it on her 'unpredictable' and 'unfamiliar' power. And with that, she started on her way back home, ready to enact her master plan.

Back at the house, Ed had finished fixing the roof and was watching some monster movie in his room in his basement. Meanwhile, Sarah had snuck into the house through the backdoor. She had grabbed a cup of butterscotch pudding, opened it up, and had eaten just enough of it that there were a couple centimeters of empty space between the opening of the cup and the pudding. She had shrunk herself and her Stand down so that she could easily walk around the house without Ed hearing her. Making her way down to the basement, she noticed that it took her longer to get anywhere, but she couldn't even hear her own footsteps. She slinked over to Ed's armchair, where he was sitting. She silently unshrunk herself and her Stand back to normal size, standing right above and behind a completely distracted Ed. She turned the pudding cup upside down, and in an instant, had Mad Little Girl slash at the back of Ed's neck. A small amount of blood came out, and Ed shrunk instantly. Ed, of course, being Ed, was none the wiser and simply assumed that he had upgraded to a larger TV, chair, and everything else. Sarah then proceeded to slam the upside down cup of pudding over Ed. He fit in the empty space of the cup, though he was nearly scraping the pudding ceiling. Sarah grabbed the cup and slid it off the chair and onto a piece of paper in her other hand so that he wouldn't fall out and onto the floor. She then carried Ed up to her bedroom, set him down on her vanity, and pulled up a chair. She took a seat and watched intently. It was at this point that Ed realized what had happened; Sarah had a Stand that could shrink him, he was now small, and was trapped. Sarah didn't mind that Ed had figured this out; in fact, she was pleased, due to the nature of the trap.

The Butterscotch Pudding Trap (patent not pending) is a truly devious invention, especially against the likes of Ed. It is a well known fact that Ed has moderate allergies to, among many other things, butterscotch, especially butterscotch pudding. Ergo, Ed has to escape, since even though the pudding won't fall on him, the fact of the matter is that he is in an airtight space, and would have to digest it one way or another sooner or later. Therefore, it would seem as though the only option is to force his way out, but that would only cause the pudding to fall and make things worse. In theory, there is a way out without suffering, but everyone, Sarah included, knows that Ed is far too simple to figure it out. So, let's go back to the peril our hero finds himself in.

Sarah was maniacally grinning at Ed. One would think that Ed would be oblivious to the whole situation, but Ed has seen more than enough movies to know what's going on. So, he sat down. He simply waited, sitting at a fraction of his size on Sarah's vanity. He said nothing, didn't move a muscle, didn't even show any signs of worry. He could see that Sarah was getting upset with him for not going along with her silly plot for petty revenge. Eventually, after god knows how much time had passed, Sarah got fed up, left the room (presumably to have lunch), and closed the door. He could hear her lock it from the outside, meaning it was now his chance to escape.

First, he stood up and knocked on the cup. Nothing. He then threw a punch at it. A bit of the pudding on that side of the cup started to ooze down on that side. He quickly stepped back. Ed was fully aware that if he so much as touched that stuff, he would painfully break out in hives. So, taking what few brain cells he had and wiggling them together, he had an epiphany. It was risky, but Ed didn't care. He hated having allergies and knew damn well that Edd would force him to bathe if he got caught in the pudding.

So, with nothing but his slim chances and his lack of wits, Ed brought out his shrunken Stand, keeping it close to the table to avoid the pudding. He slowly leaned against the side of the cup opposite where he had originally punched it. As he did, he projected Thriller ever so slightly in front of him. If his knowledge of every monster movie ever was to be trusted, then something so obviously ghost-like should just…

In an instant, Thriller silently passed through the cup and onto the desk. Just as Ed expected, any ghost worth their salt should be able to morph its ectoplasm through solid surfaces, leaving no trace of their presence. Careful to move slowly, Ed maneuvered Thriller to a position right next to the top of the cup.

First, Ed tried to get Thriller to lift the cup from the top, but it proved too large to grip on both sides. Then, he tried pushing it over from the top. Still nothing. In a last ditch effort, he had Thriller throw a punch at the top edge of the cup. It proved a bit too effective, as the cup tipped over, allowing Ed just enough time to slip out from underneath. Unfortunately, this came with the consequence of loosening the pudding enough to start flowing, making its way towards Ed at a disgustingly fast rate.

Seeing as his convenience was on the line, Ed sprintred for the edge of the vanity. He jumped off the edge towards the uppermost shelf, grabbing the knob and holding on for dear life. As soon as he had a steady grip, he let go and fell towards the second knob. He stretched one arm out and aimed right to the side of the knob. He grabbed it and used the momentum to swing himself on top of it. Luckily, he was now close enough to the floor to jump off the knob and land on the carpet, rolling when he landed so as to avoid taking damage from the fall. He was just in time, as the pudding from the desk fell a few inches behind him with a loud thwack. Ed had now escaped the potentially harmful portion of the trap. Now he just had to figure out how to get back to normal size.

He figured that forcing Sarah into bringing his size back to normal was the effective option. As such, he walked to the locked door. First, he tried going under the door, but Sarah had worried this would happen. As such, he was met with a rolled up blanket on the other side of the door. "Crap," he thought to himself. Then, he was met with a brilliant (for him) idea. He summoned Thriller, then silently maneuvered him up to the doorknob. A quick attempt at a turn confirmed what Ed already knew; the door was locked. If this were any other situation, someone with Ed's smarts would've been toast. But this was Ed. And Ed had seen nearly every movie ever made.

Ed sent Thriller into the keyhole. While Thriller was too big to fit in the keyhole, it didn't matter; Ed just made him go intangible. He then ordered Thriller to line up each of his fingers with each of the springs in the mechanism. Thriller then made his fingers (and only his fingers) tangible, and pushed against each spring. He then made a move similar to flipping a table or a game board over, thus turning the lock and unlocking the door. "Huzzah!," thought Ed, smirking, though he still knew there was work to be done. Knowing this, Thriller floated to the doorknob. This time, Ed didn't even bother avoiding force. Thriller punched the center of the knob, putting a good sized hole in it. While his arm was still in the hole, Thriller turned his arm counter-clockwise, and the doorknob along with it. He then pulled back his arm, thus opening the door. Thriller faded out of visibility, and Ed dove out of the way of the swinging door just in the nick of time. His escape route now wide open, he made his way out the door.

"Heh. I bet that moron is just about ready to give up. Soon as I'm done with lunch, I'll go back up and check," Sarah thought to herself. She had already finished the main course, as evidenced by the plate and fork resting in the sink.

Meanwhile, Ed was creeping his way downstairs. He was small enough to the point that he moved silently. He had to brace himself for impact on every step he went down. It only took a minute or two to descend to the first floor, but it felt like an eternity.

Now at the base of the stairs and almost in the kitchen, Ed could clearly see Sarah about to finish off her drink. As evidenced by the ring towards the top of the glass, she had poured herself too much to drink. It was then that Ed had an idea. It was risky, but it could work. That said, Ed had to test one thing out to make sure it would…

Thriller manifested itself around Ed, with the boney armor surrounding Ed's arms. If Ed could run faster by merging with his Stand, then surely… Yes! As Thriller levitated itself slightly off the ground, Ed rose with it. He was flying! And when Thriller soared silently towards Sarah's drink, Ed was within. Sarah seemed lost in thought. "Perfect!," thought Ed. The moment he was directly above the drink, he dissipated Thriller. Like an Olympic athlete, he gracefully dove into Sarah's drink. Just as he suspected, the sound of the splash was enough to refocus Sarah into finishing her drink, but not enough to suspect anything was amiss. She lifted the glass to her lips. The drink, now room temperature from sitting out in the open, brought little more to Sarah than postponement of the headache she was getting from dealing with Ed. She rested the rim of the glass against her lip. As she was about to tilt back, she heard a sound, like an incredibly faint gasp, like a lemming whose hesitation came far too late. She looked down, only to see an inch-tall Ed, coated in ectoplasm and bone, race towards her temple.

Any effort to block the incoming attack from Ed was fruitless, not that such a thing had ever stopped Sarah. Mad Little Girl's visage manifested above her, but it was futile. Separating himself from Thriller, Ed cast forward his Stand at the perfect center of Sarah's forehead. A fist pulled back, then was thrown forward, and then mirrored with the other arm, repeatedly. Blow after blow rained down upon Sarah's head, all the while accompanied with the Stand's ghostly cry, a chilling "AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH-AH!"

Almost before the beatdown had started, it was over. Sarah lost consciousness after the first dozen or so punches, causing Mad Little Girl to dissipate and Ed to return to his normal size. At first, Ed breathed deeply, standing over his incapacitated abuser. His younger sister, who had caused him so much grief over so many years, was vulnerable as could be. Any punishment Ed could come up with would be well deserved.

He staggered over to the phone and called Rolf.

"Prison. What other solution is there?" Rolf, upon learning of Ed's predicament, had brought over Edd and Eddy (though the latter was suggesting rather dramatic solutions).

"Reasonable as it may seem, I don't think the legal option is the correct one here. She would probably talk her way out of jail, or just shrink down and escape," noted Edd. Ed had briefed the others on Sarah's Stand. He was sitting on the couch, staying out of the conversation. He had done the heavy lifting. Now it was time for someone else to do the thinking.

Rolf, grinding his teeth in frustration, spoke up. "Rolf has a solution, but not a great one."

"Well? We can't just leave her! The longer she's around, the more of a threat she is!," said Edd.

"Rolf knows of an organization dedicated to handling things like this; the Speedwagon Foundation. Unfortunately, getting their help with containment means that they would attempt to track down the Stand Arrow. If they find it before we do, it is unlikely it would ever be returned to the possession of Rolf and Rolf's kin." Rolf sighed.

"Much as I can't stand g-men, I'm desperate to get Ed's witch of a sister out of my hair. I say you give them a call", remarked Eddy. Rolf gave him a desperate nod. "Besides, Rolf, we have some pretty strong Stands! Who can they send that could beat us to the Arrow?"

A ringing phone was quickly picked up.

"I told you to stop calling me. This had better be serious or I'm destroying this phone."

"There's a Stand Arrow."

"...Keep going."

"It's a little town called Peach Creek, about a hundred miles north of Spokane. Some kid called, saying he lost his Stand Arrow and that a friend of his incapacitated a crazed Stand user."

"God damn it. Are you sending me up there?"

"Not quite, sir. We were hoping you could provide some names of employees we could send out there to find the arrow and deal with Stand users."

"Yeah, okay. Let me just see here…" said the receiver of the call, pulling a manilla folder out of his desk and skimming through it. "Alright. For retrieval of the arrow, I recommend Andale, and for dealing with new Stand users, I suggest Oyanagi and Kawajiri."

Loud keyboard clacking was heard on the other end. "Thank you, sir. We'll be in contact with you if the situation escalates."

"One more thing. Do you think this incident has anything to do with, you know…"

"It is certainly a possibility, sir, but we are not certain. The foundation will be keeping a close eye on the situation." The phone was hung up. The receiver put down his phone, returning the dusty landline to the drawer he kept it in.

"Good grief."