Night of the Were-Ed Novel - 1Night of the Were-Ed
Written by Tdraw202
Original Plot and Comic by Nintendo-Nut1
Revised by Tdraw202
Danny Antonucci, AKA Cartoon, and Cartoon Network own Ed, Edd n Eddy, and Nintendo-Nut1 owns Night of the Were-Ed. I only revised the story.
Eddy had a scam planned for tomorrow. The scam involved a Lemonade Stand, and they would sell not only Lemonade, but soda such as Danny Cola, Dr. Miller, and Erin Dew. 25 cents a pop. Things would go well if the Kankers dont get involved.
Before they got started on the stand, they had a break while Eddy got the soda. Ed was busy running around like an idiot.
Hello, Tree, Ed said to the tree. Hello, lane, Ed said to the lane as he walked down it. Hello ground and dirt, said Ed to the ground.
Ed continued running around until he ran right into a wall. Running into a wall would be painful to a normal kid, but to a kid such as Ed, it didnt faze him. He simply opened an imaginary door using an in
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It was a somewhat quiet, peaceful Monday morning here in the little neighborhood of the Cul-De-Sac as we then could see Eddy standing at the front of the neighborhood, waiting for Ed and Double D to arrive. They needed to get to school before they run too late.
growled Eddy a little as he kept on looking at the Cul-De-Sac and then down the road from where he was standing, Where the heck are they this time?!
Hello Eddy! greeted two familiar voices beside him as Eddy turned to see Ed and Double D coming up to him, Sorry were late, Ed stated.
Its alright, Eddy stated as he then turned to Double D, But Id expected you to get here before me, Double D. What gives?
Well, I havent been getting a lot of sleep lately, Double D replied as the three of them soon started to walk off down the sidewalk of the road, I sti
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Ah, the moon.
Sometimes said as lunar,
sometimes as Luna.
Satellite of Earth.
You aren't the biggest,
but to me you're the brightest and the best.
The only celestial body
that has held up another body,
during the moon landing decades ago.
Though I can only see half of you at a time,
half is enough to fill me with joy.
Maria scar your lunar plane,
gigantic seas that dried up long ago.
Terrae are the highland plains,
left unscathed by the comets and meteors.
There are the craters, mountains, and valleys
that rise and fall in waves of elegant white, silver and gray.
Dust as soft as snow floats about your being,
but does nothing to deteriorate your beauty.
Though your days may be blistering
and your nights colder than the tundra,
none of that bothers me.
I can stand here on Earth
where the temperature is warm
and gaze upon you all night if I must.
Your rocks are prized
by children and scientists alike.
Your orbital pull moves the tides for human and animal.
Sometimes I go to watch