Ed Edd n Eddy + Nat (My Oc)

Stop, Look and Ed

[Ed is twanging a rubber cord.]

Edd: "Ed, please? The vibration from the rubber band could interfere with the gyros of our jawbreaker surveillance satellite!"

Ed: "I have no idea what you just said, Double D. Can I wind it up now? Pleeease? Can I? Huh? Oh, come on."

Eddy: "Hang on to your neck, Orville. Double D, tell me again. I'm drooling!"

Edd: "Well Eddy, with the proper atmospheric conditions our satellite will be able to pinpoint every jawbreaker within a four-block radius of the cul-de-sac."

Eddy: [pleased] "Really?"

Ed: "Contact!"

Edd: "Oh, dear."

Eddy: "Ed, let go of that propeller!" [Ed has wound the propeller all the way up.]

Ed: "Roger, Eddy." 

Nat: "No Ed wait-"'

[Ed lets go, and the propeller begins spinning.]

Edd: "Ed, no, reverse that, grab hold of the propeller!"

Ed: "In your hat, Double D." [He bites down, stopping the spinning blades.]

Eddy: "Now what?"

[The satellite starts spinning. Edd, Nat and Eddy are thrown off. Ed lets go of the propeller, and the mechanism shoots straight up, into the bright blue sky.]

Ed: "Look at it go, guys and girl!"

Nat: "Oh no."

Edd: "Oh dear, oh dear–" [resigned] "Oh well."

Eddy: [defeated] "Just once, I'd like something to go right." [The satellite collides with him.] "Hello!"

Edd: "Lucky for us, I can track its every whereabouts." [He pulls a tracker out of his pocket and runs off. Ed and Nat follow.]

Eddy: [dazed] "Wait up! That's my waffle!"

Jimmy: "Your turn, Sarah!" [Sarah leaps over him.]

Sarah: "Leapfrog!" [The tracker sails overhead.]  

Jimmy: "You're so nimble, Sarah. My turn!" [When he leaps, the satellite hits him.] "Of all the darn luck. Space junk attack! Darn, my perfectly manicured nails!" [His nails can't hold, and he falls off the machine.]

Edd: "If my calculations are correct, it should land–" [a crunch is heard] "...in that tree. Damaged, fractured, and out of order."

Eddy: "Smooth move, Lumpy."

[He, Nat and Edd start for the lawn.]

Ed: [hauling them back] "First one there is a rotten egg!"

Edd: "No, wait! Please, Ed. Send an impulse to your brain and stop!" [He manages to hold Ed back, barely keeping from touching the lawn.] "Ed, are you standing on my shirt with your filthy shoes?"

Eddy: "DOGPILE!"

Edd: [grunting as he holds up Ed and Eddy] "For Pete's sake. We're not allowed on the grass!" [He collapses on the sidewalk. Nat comes over and pulls them off him.]

Eddy: "Who says?"

Edd: "Please read the sign." [He points to a "Keep Off the Grass" sign.]

Eddy: "Keep off. So what?"

Edd: "Eddy, you must observe and obey the sign. Signs are in place so that order is maintained in an otherwise uncultivated society. And I, for one, uphold these silkscreen policies!"