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A/N: Will contain grammar and spelling mistakes for Rickyisms.

It was a sunny day in the cul-de-sac and the neighborhood kids were all out enjoying this nice day. Of course Eddy was ready to capitalize on this as the perfect time to put his latest money making scam into action.

"Ladies and germs!" Eddy shouted into a makeshift megaphone. "Come one, come all and be the first to catch a ride on Ed's flight of fun!"

Eddward, or as everyone else called him, Double D sighed at Eddy's declaration. The idea for today's scam was to construct an airplane out of materials from the junkyard, most notably the van with the shag carpeting and waterbed making up the main body of said plane with a few pieces of cardboard and metal taped to the side as the wings. Ed had not so discretely tied a rope connecting to two light posts with the plane pulling the rope back taught so that when pulled would launch their scam and give it the illusion that they were flying. A thin board being the only thing that held the rope in place from launching forward and sending the van flying.

Most of the kids seemed to ignore Eddy's sales pitch and continued to go about their own activities, no doubt they were wise to Eddy's scam. The only one who seemed to show any interest was that of Johnny and his ever present best friend Plank.

"Wow!" Johnny exclaimed admiring the faux airplane. Eddy seemed to sense Johnny's interest as he began to amp up his pitch.

"Adventure into the land of the birds and get the chance to look at everyone like ants!" Eddy announced. "All for the low price of twenty five cents!"

"Well boy howdy!" Johnny said excitedly as he dug into his pocket to retrieve a shiny quarter. Eddy extended the money jar as he watched greedily as Johnny was about to drop the coin into the jar. Just about as he was about to let the coin fall Johnny brought Plank close to his ear. "Huh? What's that?" Johnny suddenly withdrew his hand before he could let go of the coin, and Eddy's face fell. "Plank says it doesn't look very safe."

"Yeah, well what does Plank know?!" Eddy asked quite irritated that he was denied the cash. "I mean just look at the state of the art wind resistant wings." Eddy gestured to uneven cardboard taped to the side. "Take a look inside at our first class luxury seating," Eddy opened the side door to show off the hippie designed interior, as well as Ed in the driver's seat who for some odd reason was wearing a sailor hat on his head. Ed game a salute while wearing his trademark grin.

To further emphasize his point Eddy climbed in the "plane" and took a seat on the water bed which jiggled from the weight put on it. "Double D come in here and show 'em what some of these buttons do," Eddy told him.

Double D knew very well that the buttons did absolutely nothing, but the whole point was for people to think that they did. Opening the passenger door Double D took a seat next to the lovable oaf Ed.

Eddy grinned as Double D began to go off on a tangent about what each of the buttons did, all the while making up what role they played in flying the plane. Any moment now Johnny would be handing over his cash which would go towards buying jawbreakers. His fantasy of sucking on the candy was interrupted when Ed's voice called out: "Countdown to lunch!"

"What are you talking about lumpy?" Eddy asked thinking it was just Ed being Ed. However when he saw the shock on Double D's face he knew something was up. Looking out the window he saw Johnny standing on the sidewalk with Plank standing next to him, but what concerned him was that Plank seemed to have the board that was holding the rope in place.

With the loss of the board the rope was able to perform its purpose and launched the van. Causing the three occupants inside to be tossed around due to the force.

"Gracious!" Double D yelled as he flew through the van, all the while keeping a hand on his hat to make sure it would not fall off.

"Whoa!" Eddy exclaimed as well as he was bouncing off the walls like a pinball.

"Moo!" Ed said as he flapped his arms trying to fly.

Double D managed to grab hold of the driver's seat and pull himself into it and securing the seatbelt. He was startled to see that the van appeared to actually be up in the air at the moment, key words at the moment. Just how did they get air born? It wasn't physically possible, but then again Ed had lifted the van single handily and positioned it in the cul-de-sac.

"Gentlemen," Double D called into the back of the van where his two companions were now pinned against the back doors, with Ed squishing Eddy. "I suggest you hold onto something, because we are losing altitude at a rapid pace!"

"English sock head!" Eddy shouted as he poked his head out from its sandwiched position between Ed and the door.

"I mean we're falling!" Double D yelled back.

Before any of the Ed's could further react the van collided with the ground tearing up the ground as it skidded to a halt. After a few seconds the back doors opened to reveal Ed with Eddy clutched tightly around him. "Land ho!" Ed said "I claim this territory in the name of gravy."

Upon hearing Ed's abnormal declaration Eddy shook his head to clear it from the shock of collision. "Yeah, yeah good for you lumpy," Eddy told his friend. "Where's Double D?" as Eddy asked the question, a faint noise could be heard from the front of the van. Walking around to the front Eddy saw Double D strapped into the driver's seat holding tight onto the wheel slightly turning it as if he were driving. The fear and shock very evident on his face.

Ed opened the door and pulled Double D out, seat and steering wheel included. "Are you okay Double D?" Ed asked his friend.

"Thank goodness for seatbelts," Double D said as he began to get over his shock.

"Yeah lucky you sock head," Eddy said. "While you get a seatbelt I get caught between the door and the lug."

"That's me," Ed said smiling at the fact that they weren't hurt.

"So where'd we land anyhow?" Eddy asked Double D, who let go of the wheel and unbuckled himself from the chair.

"Your guess is as good as mine Eddy," Double D told him. "But I suggest we try and find some sort of landmark or any other market that may be an indication as to where we landed."

"So just wander around until we find something?" Eddy asked trying his best to summarize the other boy's plan as simple as he possibly could.

"Well…in essence I suppose you can phrase it like that," Double D admitted.

Ed, in his usual bizarre fashion began to sniff at the air. "Oh let's got that way." Ed pointed towards a small grove of trees. "I smell food. Food for Ed!" Ed ran towards the trees with his arms flailing around behind him as he did so.

"Come on!" Eddy said to Double D as he took off after Ed.

"Never a moments rest," Double D said to himself as he began at a brisk pace after his two friends.

As Double D made his way through the short grove of trees he began to smell what Ed must have been smelling, it smelled like cheeseburgers. As he exited the grove he bumped into Ed and Eddy who were standing stock still. "Pardon me fellows, but what appears to be the problem…" Double D trailed off as he took in their surrounding: they were in the trailer park. While all the Ed's had vastly different personalities they could all relate to the feeling of fear when it came to the trailer park as it was Kanker territory.

"We're not in Kansas anymore Eddy," Ed said as he began to sweat.

"You can say that again," Eddy said as his eyes darted nervously around trying to spot out their tormentors.

"We're not in Kansas anymore Eddy," Ed repeated.

As nervous as Double D was about being in the Kanker territory something seemed a bit different. For starters there seemed to be more trailers here than there were before, and Double D was positive there hadn't been a sign or a gate before. Looking closer Double D was able to spot the words Sunnyvale, most likely the name of the trailer park. Was it possible that this was not the Kanker's park? as Double D considered this possibility a beaten up old car that was missing its passenger side door drove past the trio as it headed to one of the trailers. As it passed Double D was able to spot the license plate, which much to his shock was Canadian.

Looking around he saw that some trailers had cars parked outside of them, all of which had Canadian license plates. How was that possible? Had they really landed in Canada? Considering their geographical location they were relatively close to Canada, but to have landed here from Peach Creek seem like bit of a stretch. As Double D continued to ponder over this unlikely event the two other Ed's were still worried about the possible Kanker ambush.

"They're going to make kissy faces at us!" Ed wailed.

"I just want to let you know if that happens, I'm not gonna cry," Eddy said although he didn't quite sound so convinced himself.

"We're only children!" Ed yelled.

"Actually Ed I don't believe we have to worry about any Kankers," double D said in an attempt to calm Ed down.

"What do you mean sock head?" Eddy asked. "We're in the trailer park."

"Correction," Double D said. "We are in A trailer park not THE trailer park."

"Well what other trailer park is there?" Eddy asked.

"I have a theory, a rather outlandish one, but I do believe that when our makeshift plane crashed we landed in Canada."

"Canadians are weird," Ed said repeating the phrase from when they made squirt guns out of turkey basters.

Eddy chuckled at Ed's statement. "Yeah be sure to tell them that lumpy."

"All joking aside," Double D said, "I do believe we should concentrate our efforts onto repairing the van and determining our most efficient way of returning home."

"Can we eat first Double D?" Ed asked as his stomach let loose a mighty rumble.

"Yeah I'm starved," Eddy said "Let's grab some grub."

"Ahem," Double D cleared his throat.

"Gazoontite ," Ed said.

"May I remind you gentlemen that we do not possess the proper currency to acquire sustenance?" Double D asked.

"Relax Double D," Eddy said. "Canadians are a generous people, my brother always said so." With that Eddy began to walk off towards the smell of food with Ed not far behind him. Double D followed soon after, since it would be best if he were there in the case Eddy tried to scam someone out of their food.

Turning the corner around one of the trailers the Ed's spotted a redheaded woman eating a cheeseburger. Approaching the woman Double D decided to make an introduction. "Salutations," Double D addressed the woman. "My companions and I recently here today, and we were curious as to if you could point us in the direction of where we might possibly be able to obtain some food."

"Oh you mean like cheeseburgers?" the woman asked to which Ed and Eddy nodded their heads. "Randy's giving them out. He's a few trailers away. My name's Sarah."

Something seemed to go off in Ed's head when he heard the redheads name was Sarah. "Baby sister is all grown up!" Ed yelled and then wrapped his arms around his two friends and pulled them close. "We are in the future."

"Let go Ed!" Eddy said as he yanked Ed's arm off of him.

"Is he okay?" Sarah asked.

"Oh yes," Double D told her. "He just tends to get a little overexcited at times is all."

"Good for a moment there I thought Ricky might have sold him some drugs," Sarah told them.

"Drugs?" Double D asked completely appalled at the thought of the dangerous substances. "Who would ever consider selling such things?"

"The guys walking this way right now," Sarah said.

The Ed's turned to look behind them to see two guys walking down the street. The taller and more muscular one had black hair and a goatee and was wearing a black shirt and for some strange reason was holding a glass in his one hand. The other had brown hair with long sideburns, as well as a moustache. He wore a short sleeve black and white button down as well black track pants. Both of them were being followed by a camera crew.

"Hey Sarah," the one in the black shirt said. "You seen Bubbles around?"

"Yeah Julian," Sarah answered. "He was getting a cheeseburger at Randy's."

"Friggin' Randy," the one wearing track pants said.

"Who are these guys?" the one called Julian asked.

"Greetings," Double D said. "Allow me to introduce ourselves my name is Eddward, and these are my companions Ed and Eddy." Double D gestured to the other two Ed's.

"Hey," Ricky greeted while Julian nodded his head.

"Come on Rick," Julian said, "let's go find Bubbles so we can talk business. See you later Sarah." Julian never even saw Eddy's eyes start to resemble dollar signs at the mention of business.

As the two trailer park residents walked down the road towards Lahey and Randy's trailer they were met with the sight of their lifelong friend Bubbles. "Hey boys," Bubbles greeted them. "Just got back from Randy's I got a cheeseburger, look."

"Bubbles don't eat that shit," Ricky told him. "It came from Randy it's probably as greasy as he is."

"Well I know that Ricky," Bubbles said. "I just figured one of my kitties might like it is all. Growing kitties have to eat I mean they're just like babies only with fur and tails."

"Look Bubbles," Julian said wanting to get right down to business. "What's the word have you heard anything?"

"I sure have Julian," Bubbles said. "Rush is coming back to town this weekend."

"Alright perfect," Julian said as his worked in favor of his latest get rich quick scheme. "That concert is the perfect place to sell our surplus weed." Julian had to hand it to Ricky for as dumb as he could be he had his moments, and growing additional weed plants had been one of them. The plan was to sneak the weed into the concert and sell it to the fans because as Ricky had phrased it: "There's nothing better than getting fucking stoned at a concert."

"Only things we need now are tickets and people willing to make a quick buck by smuggling this inside the concert," Julian concluded.

"Quick buck!" A voice yelled off from the distance. Turning around Julian saw the one short boy from before dragging his two friends along by their collars to where he, Ricky, and bubbles now stood. "We're in!" the one named Eddy said.

"Vroom vroom!" Ed happily exclaimed when Eddy came to a stop.

"What in the fuck?" Ricky asked to no one in particular at the sudden appearance of the three kids.

"Quick buck," Eddy repeated. "You can count the Ed's in!"

"Eddy please!" Double D protested as he pried himself free of the vice like grip Eddy had on his shirt. "I'm terribly sorry gentlemen Eddy can become a bit carried away by the prospect of making money when we should be labeling getting home our top priority at the moment."

"Can it sock head!" Eddy said. "Way I see it we make money we get to go home, so come on what's the plan."

Julian just scoffed. "Look I see you're new in around here so you should know the business we do its not kid stuff, alright?"

"I don't know Julian," Ricky said. "They could help us out. I mean Corey and Trevor are stuck on committee service because they fucked up big time, besides Trinity and her friends helped me out with those barbeques that one time so no big deal."

"No it is a big deal Ricky," Bubbles chimed in. "It isn't right to get kids involved in your little scheme."

"Pssht," Eddy scoffed. "We might be kids but where we come from we're the scam masters. The neighborhood kids don't even know where their money goes."

Bubbles let out a series of chuckles. "Sounds like you when you were a kid Julian."

"Yeah remember that one Halloween?" Ricky asked. "We got real fucking drunk and fucked up Lahey's car."

"Cool," Ed said. "Swearing. The censors are gone."

"Look," Julian said pinching the bridge of his nose with the hand not holding his drink. "Scamming kids is one thing but the business we're in we can't have anything get messed up."

"Chill out Julian," Ricky said. "They can't be any worse than Corey and Trevor those two are always fucking up when it comes to our dope."

"Dope?" Eddy asked as he began to realize what kind of business these guys were involved in.

"Yeah dope," Ricky said. "You know, weed, pot, hash, dope."

"Do you see now Eddy?!" Double D asked in a frantic tone. "You can't just go around and just offer up our services all willy nilly! Instead you should be trying to help think of a way for us to go home!"

"Good dope sells for a couple hundred dollars," Ricky said and any doubt that plagued Eddy's face suddenly disappeared.

"We're in!" Eddy boldly declared.

"Private property Ed reporting for duty!" Ed agreed probably not even knowing what he was fully agreeing to.

"Absolutely not!" Double D objected. "The two of you should feel ashamed of yourselves! Our scams in the cul-de-sac, despite how ridiculous and my unease towards them, they were always rather harmless but this is crossing the line my friends!"

"You guys should listen to him," Julian advised the two Ed's. "We got too much riding on this and Lahey is suspicious of us already so we can't have anything going wrong. You're with me on this right Bubbles."

"I don't think kids should be selling dope Julian," Bubbles agreed. "But you know if they need cash they can help us out some other way."

"What d'ya mean buddy?" Ricky asked.

"Well they said they need money to get back home to…"

"America," Eddy filled in.

"America?" Ricky repeated. "Americans are fucked why go back there? I hear you can't even smoke in jail down there, what's up with that shit?"

"Oh the vulgarity!" Double D said in shame while Ed and Eddy snickered at the use of profanity.

"Well anyways," Bubbles getting back on his train of thought. "It isn't right to have kids sell the dope, but they could sneak it in to the concert for us to sell."

"Yeah," Ricky said. "Security guards are dumb as fuck no way they would search kids. What'd think Julian?"

Julian seemed to be mulling the possibilities over and over in his head. After a moment of silence he finally said: "You guys better not mess up."

"Victory for Ed!"

"And we get a cut of the cash right?" Eddy asked. His voice filled with greed.

"You guys get the stuff in without getting caught and you get your cut," Julian told him. "Just remember this isn't a game if you get caught me and Ricky get caught."

"Yeah just don't fuck up like Corey and Trevor normally would and it's all easy squeezy melon wheezy," Ricky added.

"Alright," Julian said. "Bubbles you know anyone who's selling tickets cheep?"

"Well yeah J-Roc has some he was the one who told me they were coming to town," Bubbles replied.

"Oh this is perfect," Ricky said. "He owes me a favor, come on boys we're burning sunflowers."

The Ed's followed the three men through the trailer park as they arrived at one that must have been J-Roc's. On the deck there was a turntable set up as well as a few speakers. Playing around with the turntable was a dark skinned man and a white man with a bandana tied around his head. When the bandana man noticed the six of them walking towards them he said: "Hey Ricky, Julian, Bubbles. What's goin' on mothafuckas?"

"Hey J-Roc," Julian greeted. "Listen we need tickets to the Rush concert and we heard you were selling."

"You came to the right man Jules," J-Roc proudly said. "Now let's talk cash so-,"

"Hold on you owe me for the hash I sold you," Ricky interrupted. "No fuckin' way we're paying."

"Yeah you gave me the dope boy but I never got to smoke that shit, right T?"

"Look," the man now known as T said. "His mom busted him it took all of it away."

Eddy snickered. "This guy lives with his mom?" he whispered to Ed and Double D.

"Yeah," J-Roc said. "She busted me which was whack, know what I'm sayin'? Didn't even get to light up so way I sees it I don't smokes it I don't owes it. Know what I'm sayin'? Know what I'm sayin'? So if you's wants tickets it gonna cost a couple hundred."

"You're really going to make us pay you dick?!" Ricky asked with anger present in his tone.

"Besides you still owe me for stealing all those groceries for Ray, that phantom three o nine mothafucka," J-Roc defended.

"Don't bring my fucking dad into this J-Roc!" Ricky yelled.

"Ricky calm down!" Bubbles said putting a hand on Ricky's shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. "We'll just find a way to get the money for J-Roc. Alright?"

"We'll get the money for you J-Roc don't worry," Julian said as he took a sip of his drink and walked away with the others following him.

As they walked Ed said: "I know what he was saying."

"Shut up Ed," Eddy said.

Double D really did not want to be in this situation. Ricky's car was a deathtrap that Double D had no idea how it even managed to pass inspection judging by how rundown and damaged it was. There weren't even any seatbelts in the backseat where he currently found himself sitting. Ricky was taking the two of them out into the town as a way to raise money to buy the tickets, while Eddy and Julian were staying behind in the park. Eddy had noticed a group of kids that seemed to get enjoyment out of throwing bottles, so he and Julian were gathering up empty ones and selling them to the kids. Completely barbaric in his opinion, but Eddy was a sucker for a quick buck.

"Alright listen," Ricky said as he drove through the park. "Bumblebee I'm dropping you off at the mall to meet up with Bubbles you're helping him out so don't fuck up."

Double D was glad that he wasn't working with Ricky. The man's tendency to spew profanity and his multiple grammar mistakes were too much for Double D to handle. "I understand," Double D told him. "And my nickname is Double D, not Bumblebee."

"Yeah that's what I said," Ricky said. "And Ed you're working with me alright, so don't do anything stupid."

Ed meanwhile was leaning out of the space where the door should have been letting his tongue fly in the wind like a dog. "Something tells me this is a bad combination," Double D mumbled to himself.

Ricky kept driving until he was forced to come to a stop at the entrance of the park. "What the fuck is this?" Ricky said as he noticed that the gate to get into and out of the park was currently lowered. "You guys see this shit?" Ricky turned to ask the two kids he had with him.

"Um, Ricky," Double D said pointing outside of the car. Turning to look what he was pointing at Ricky was met with the sight of Randy's big furry gut right in front of his face.

"Frig off Randy," Ricky said as he stuck his arm out the car window to shove the shirtless man away. "Open the fucking gate already."

"Going somewhere Ricky?" Lahey asked as he came stumbling around and rested his arm on the car, most likely to keep himself upright from all he had been drinking.

"As a matter of fuck I am Lahey," Ricky said annoyed that he had to now deal with the drunkest bastard he ever had to meet. "So why don't you and your cheeseburger walrus over there open the gate and let me the fuck out."

The remark about the cheeseburger walrus caused Ed to laugh. "He even has a blowhole," Ed said as he laughed.

"What's this?" Lahey asked as he eyed the two Ed's from behind his sunglasses. "Few more shit-apples?"

"I apologize for my friend's remark," Double D said from the back. "He meant no disrespect I assure you."

"You boys better watch yourselves," Lahey warned the Ed's. "Hanging around a shit-flame like Ricky will only spark shitaggeddon."

"Hey Lahey knock-knock," Ricky said getting real tired of the drunk trailer park supervisor.

"Who's there Ricky?" Lahey asked in mock humor.

"A guy who's so piss drunk that he can't even stand up right, and who still thinks he's a fucking cop even after he got fucking fired for fucking up big time, and the only reason he still has this job is because his wife owns the fucking trailer park, and now he and his fucking walrus sidekick who's about to burst with all the cheeseburgers he's been eating better open the fucking gate before I just smash right through it," Ricky ranted.

"Now hold on a second Ricky!" Randy said angrily, but Lahey raised his hand before he could say more.

"Alright Ricky," Lahey said as he backed away from the car. "Open the gate Randers." Randy hesitated for a moment before raising the gate. "Just remember Ricky the shit hawks are coming. They're flying real low shitting on people."

"Frig off jackass," Ricky said as he slammed on the gas driving away from the park and into the town.

As promised Ricky dropped Double D off at the mall before he drove off with Ed. Looking around the parking lot he spotted Bubbles standing near a small hill waving to him.

"Greetings Bubbles," Double D said the man. "What is the reason we are here exactly?"

"Well come on I'll show you," Bubbles said as he walked down the hill to where a bunch of shopping carts were laying around. "People come here all the time and just throw their shopping carts down here instead of returning them. And these are good carts too, so I figure we take some of these back to the park and fix 'em up."

Double D felt his spirit lift at the news. He was convinced that the three trailer park friends were nothing but criminals, but knowing that one of them cared enough to repair the property of a respectable establishment ignited a spark of hope for the three.

"Well I have to say Bubbles as someone who upholds strong moral values I admit that this is the kind of work I value."

Bubbles bobbed his head. "Well come on grab a few carts and I'll show you where to take 'em." Double D did as was instructed and followed Bubbles to where a go-cart with a wagon attached to the back of it was parked. "This here's my go-cart Bubbles said with a wide smile. "You can ride in the wagon and we can tie the carts to end of it."

"If I may ask, who do we return these carts to after we've repaired them?" Double D asked.

"Well I have a friend Shitty Bill," Bubbles said while Double D was wondering if that was even a real name. "Once we've fixed these cocksuckers up he'll take off our hands." Double D could only nod his head at how bizarre Bubbles' statement just was.

"I gotta say," Ricky said to the camera crew as he lit a smoke. "I thought working with a kid was gonna suck but Ed's nothing like Corey and Trevor. You know he doesn't have any smokes I can steal off of him which kind of pissed me off, but we're out here stealing barbeques from one of the rich neighborhoods, which isn't really a big deal because they can just buy another one, and he's lifting two in each hand. It's like magic like that Harry Pothead and David Cloverfield."

"I got more grills!" Ed said as he stuffed more grills into the trunk of the shitmobile. As he was pushing them in one grill fell from his grasp and connected hard with the ground. "Ah fuck," Ed said as he pick the grill up and stuffed it back in the car.

"You see," Ricky said gesturing over his shoulder to Ed. "If Corey and Trevor would have fucked up like that I would have gots real fucking pissed off at them, but Ed, you know he's like learning and stuff I mean he makes me feel smart and I'm fucking dumb. But also I see bits and stuff of myself in him, I mean he's already picking up after me which is pretty cool. Maybe I can give him some tips if he ever wants to grow dope. And once we sell these barbeques off and make enough money to buy the tickets we are going to sell a fuck load of weed at that concert, get fucking rich, and get drunk as fuck, you make my words."