Juliet, Nick, and The Eds woke up to find themselves in some kind of LSD-induced nightmare. They found they were standing on a ring made of buses and Ed's eyes were already turning into television static.

"I can see the cosmos and smell songs, guys!"

"Snap out of it, Ed!" Eddy said, trying to shake Ed back to his senses.

"Who the hell are you?!" Juliet demanded when she noticed that a Dark Purveyour was the cause of this.

The Dark Purveyour in question was female and dressed like one of those good-for-nothing pot-chugging hippie losers. She was sitting Indian Style while suspended in some form of psychic bubble.

"Ah, sister Juliet! And brothers Nick, Ed, Edd, and Eddy. Let's travel to the land beyond the Doors of Perception. Lose yourself in the eternal, collective unconscious. And ROT." She said, still laughing.

"I'm only brother to one jackass and you're not him!" Eddy snapped. "Plus, he doesn't smell nearly as bad as you do!"

"Yeah, listen, lady, why don't you try some deodorant? Because honestly? You smell like shit!" Juliet said, revving her chainsaw.

"This one was just as insolent." The Dark Purveyour said, gesturing to another bubble that housed...

"Rosalind!" Juliet and Ed cried in fear and concern.

"Now, open your heart... And let my music guide you... Into the world of ever-lasting PEACE!" She said, flipping us off before flashing a peace sign. "And rot... And Hell!"

Psychadelic Zombie, Mariska

Influences: Jeffeson Airplane, Aldous Huxley, BAD fashion sense

"Something tells me you're not one for peace talk," Double-D said as he readied his lightsaber while Nick got out his Murderang.

"Less talking, more shooting!" Eddy snapped as he opened fire with his guns while Ed roared in righteous fury, opening fire with his Heavy Assault Rifle.

Nick, Juliet, and Double-D ran to the other side to distract Mariska. As soon as the multiple targets confused her, Double-D dashed forward and sliced her in half horizontally with his lightsaber.

"One truth becomes two!" Mariska said, still alive as the missing halves of each side reformed, making two of her. She then ripped herself in half again and now there were four of her. "Two truths become four!"

"Oh, that's bullshit!" Eddy snapped.

"There's like four of her! Is this for real? WHAT THE HELL?!" Nick complained.

Suddenly, the mutant chicken robot heads rose up from the center of the ring.

"Not these things again!" Double-D bemoaned as he dodged the attacks.

"RUN AWAY!" Ed cried as he ran backward to avoid another of Mariska's clones driving a combine across the ring while shooting with his Combat Shotgun.

The group continued doing what they were doing, avoiding Mariska and her clone's attacks before returning fire. Soon, they managed to find an opening.

"Kill that trippy bitch!" Nick snapped.

Juliet happily obliged her boyfriend's words and sliced Mariska down the middle with her chainsaw. However, she simply cloned herself again, this time splitting herself apart a second time to make eight clones of her now.

"Seek the truth before your eyes. The gates to the abyss shall open..."

"Can we just go home now?" Nick groaned, already sick of this.

"Well, we don't have to worry about ripping her a new one. She's doing that for us, but that's the problem. I'm killing her next time." Eddy sneered.

However, Mariska and her clones were now attacking with butterflies and fireballs. She even summoned a giant version of her hand from the center of the ring to try and crush the heroes but Ed grabbed it with his hands.

"RELEASE MY GIRLFRIEND, HIPPY OF THE NEATHERWORLD!"

Ed then pushed the giant fist away and whipped out his Chaingun, releasing a hail of bullets that tore through Mariska's clones, leaving only the real one behind. Double-D and Eddy then lunged forward and slashed her in quarters with their blades, shattering the psychedelic world they were in as Juliet dove in for the killing blow.

"Choke on your Birkenstocks, you psilocybin-munching moron!"

With that, Juliet decapitated Mariska, leaving her body to slump over dead as a vortex of darkness engulfed her remains.

"Meus Vita, Rege, pro nefario coepto."

With their enemy dead, the group took a moment to check their surroundings and found out they were still by Vikke's ship.

"Whoa. We've been here the whole time." Nick noted.

Juliet looked around. "Rosalind. She's not here."

"ROSALIIIIIIND!" Ed cried out like a lover mourning his lost beloved. "ROSALIND, COME BAAAAAACK!"

Double-D put a comforting hand on Ed's shoulder as he cried while Eddy kicked the ground, grumbling about "Space Cakes" and "Acid Trips".

Suddenly, Juliet got a call on her phone and quickly answered it. At first, The Eds and Nick were expecting her mother to call...until an unknown voice spoke up.

"Hey there, Juliet, are you ready to boogie-woogie!?"

"Who is this?!" Juliet demanded.

"The. One. You. Ain't. Gonna. Level. Up. On."

"Why are you pretending to be Stephen Hawking?!"

"Um, Juliet, it's actually Auto-Tune." Double-D corrected. "It was quite popular a long time ago."

"Yeah, because people love to hear themselves sound like singing robots while high on cocaine." Eddy snarked.

"I've got the freaky little super freak right here!"

"HE'S GOT ROSALIND?!" Ed snapped.

"Get your hands off of me, you zombie pedo!" Rosalind cried on the other end. "Juliet! Ed! Don't worry about me, I-!"

Rosalind's words were suddenly muffled as she tried screaming. Ed's fists clenched in barely concealed rage as Eddy and Double-D slowly backed away with Nick. They knew just how ugly things would get when the normally simple-minded lovable oaf got pissed off.

"If you wanna win your sister back, baby, you need to win a game with me. Make your way to the Fulci Fun Center. I can't wait to party with your corpses like it's 1983!"

The only one who matched Ed's volcanic rage was Juliet, who snarled as she broke the stick off her lollipop.

"It's a trap, guys. We can't just rush in there alone." Nick warned.

"We don't have any other choice, Nick!" Juliet said.

"Yeah, but who can help us out?" Eddy wondered. "Not like there's anybody in a quarter mile who can come to our aid."

Suddenly, a light shined on the group and a motorcycle pulled up to us with a familiar figure riding it.

"Hey, baby."

"Daddy!" Juliet cheered.

"Pops!" Eddy smiled.

"Mr. Starling!" Double-D said with a look of relief.

Dad AKA Gideon Starling

Age: 44

Favorite Weapon: His own G.D fists

Favorite Food: Peanut Butter and Pickle Sandwich

Skills: Bone breaking, life taking, baby making

Unknown Fact: Cries every time a dog dies on TV

"Mr. Starling?" Nick asked, but then the latter glared at him, making him back away.

Sorry for the short chapter. I promise we're getting FREAKY in the next one though! Especially since it has, in my opinion, the FUNKIEST Dark Purveyor!