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And so the three Stouthearted Eds marched through the dark and creepy woods known as the Hinterlands. Of course, Eddy led, with Double D in the middle and Ed at the rear. However, after marching for a while, the Eds began to notice that something wasn’t right. There was no sign of Jack anywhere, yet they clearly saw him entering these woods. But now it seemed that they were the only living things in the woods at the moment.

Suddenly and very abruptly, Eddy stopped dead in his tracks at a certain tree. Since it was unexpected, Double D ran into Eddy, and Ed ran into Double D.

“Eddy, what . . . ” Double D was about to say, but Eddy quickly covered his friend’s mouth. Double D noticed something different about Eddy’s expression. He looked like he had seen a ghost. Or maybe . . .

That’s when Double D saw what had freaked Eddy out, and he too became alarmed. There, sitting right in front of the three boys, asleep with his back against the tree, was Jack Skellington. Zero was asleep at his side.

Unfortunately, Ed saw Jack, too. “PUMPKIN KING MUST SIGN COMIC BOOK!” he yelled loudly.

“Ed!” Eddy and Double D furiously whispered, jumping on their friend. But as both boys were putting their hands over Ed’s mouth, they heard Jack stir. Eddy’s face went pale and Double D couldn’t stop trembling. But they both immediately relaxed when Jack just shifted his body to a more comfortable position. Miraculously, Ed’s outburst had not woken him up.

Shut up, stupid!” Eddy hissed at his friend. “Are you trying to blow our cover?”

“But Eddy . . . ” Ed was able to make out, though it was still very muffled.

“Sssh!” said Double D and Ed.

“We gotta get out of here!” whispered Double D.

“Right,” said Eddy. “Follow me.”

The three Stouthearted Eds very carefully tiptoed past the sleeping skeleton. They all breathed a sigh of relief when they were all safely past him.

“I don’t even want to think about what would have happened if he had woken up. . .” said Double D.

“Yeah,” said Eddy. “How are you holding out, Ed?”

But once again, Ed was not there.

“Ed?” Eddy asked, the panic rising in his voice again. He looked over at Jack, but Ed was no where near there.

“Hey guys, come over here!” To Eddy and Double D’s relief, Ed’s voice came from the opposite direction of Jack.

“Now what are you doing, Monobrow?” Eddy asked as he and Double D walked over to their empty-headed friend, who was about ten feet away from Jack.

“Look,” said Ed, pointing in front of them.

Eddy and Double D gasped. They were met with quite a sight. In front of them were more trees, and each of them had a door carved into them. There was an Easter egg door, a shamrock door, a heart door, a firecracker door, a turkey door, and a jack o’ lantern door (identical to the one back in Peach Creek). But the last door was the most amazing sight of all. The last door looked exactly like a large Christmas tree. It even had ornaments and a star on top.

For some reason, the Stouthearted Eds were most intrigued by this particular door. It was probably because Christmas was their favorite holiday. However, the Eds liked Christmas for different reasons: Ed liked Christmas because of Santa, Double D liked Christmas mainly because of the great feelings it gave him, and of course, Eddy liked Christmas because the presents (well, the good presents anyway).

Eddy looked at his two comrades. Then he slowly walked up and turned the knob on the Christmas tree door. When they looked inside, the three Eds saw the exact same thing they had seen in the jack o’ lantern door: a whole lot of dark.

“Where do you think it leads?” asked Eddy.

“I’m not sure,” said Double D. “But I feel that we shouldn’t take any chances, considering the consequences we may . . . ”


Double D quickly turned around, just in time to see Ed jumping into the tree. Eddy was standing on the side, getting ready to jump in.

“YAHOO!” yelled Eddy as he too disappeared into the tree.

Double D was about to yell, but then he remembered that Jack was still asleep a few feet away. He bent over the side of the door. “Eddy!” he said in a loud whisper. “You get back up here and close this door!”

Just then, Double D heard a small whimpering sound behind him. He turned around. Jack was still asleep, so it couldn’t have been him. Then he heard it again. Double D looked down, then his eyes widened. Floating right in front of his feet was Jack’s ghost dog, Zero.

“Shoo!” Double D whispered, waving his hands at the dog. “Shoo . . . shoo!”

But of course, Zero paid no heed to Double D’s words. Instead, he opened his mouth and clamped his teeth down on Double D’s leg.

“Oh dear, NOT MY SOCK AGAIN!” Double D yelled. Then he immediately clamped his hands over his mouth. Then he took a few steps backward . . . and fell head over heels into the tree. Luckily, Zero had let go of his leg.

As Double D fell, the Christmas tree door slammed shut behind him. But the sensation of falling through darkness wasn’t why Double D was so freaked out. He was freaked out because right before he fell, he saw Jack standing up. . .

But before Double D could think of anything else, he hit the ground, face-first again. But this time it was different. This time, he landed on something soft. And cold. When he got up, he looked down and saw that the soft, cold thing he had landed in was snow.

“What on earth?” he thought. Then he saw Eddy and Ed. Both boys were standing a few feet away, with their backs turned to Double D.

Double D quickly walked up to see what was wrong with his friends. When he got closer, he saw that both Eddy and Ed’s eyes were as wide as dinner plates, and their mouths were hanging wide open. But when Double D saw what his friends were looking at, he adopted the same expression his friends had.

The sight below the Stouthearted Eds was incredible. They were on top of a hill, and at the bottom, there was a little town. The town was brightly lit with Christmas lights, and there were red and white stripes everywhere.

All three Eds had a grin on their face. They looked at each other for a few seconds, then all three of them ran down the hill at top speed toward the town. When they got to the town, they separated and began running all over the place, just taking in all of the sights. Soon, the Eds got so excited that they began to sing. But what they didn’t know was that they weren’t the only newcomers to this town . . .

Jack: What's this? What's this?
Edd: There's color everywhere
Eddy: What's this?
Ed: There's white things in the air

Jack: What's this?
I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Jack, this isn't fair
What's this?

Eddy: What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong

Ed: What's this?
Edd: There's people singing songs

Jack: What's this?
The streets are lined with
Little creatures laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What's this?

Ed: There's children throwing snowballs
Jack: Instead of throwing heads
Ed: They're busy building toys
Jack: And absolutely no one's dead

Edd: There's frost in every window
Oh, I can't believe my eyes

Jack: And in my bones I feel the warmth
That's coming from inside

Edd: Oh, look! What's this?
Eddy: They're hanging mistletoe
Ed: They kiss?
Jack: Why, that looks so unique

Edd: They're gathering around to hear a story
Roasting chestnuts on a fire
What's this?

Jack: What's this?
In here they've got a little tree
How queer
And who would ever think?
And why?

Ed: They're covering it with tiny little things
Eddy: They've got electric lights on strings
Edd: And there's a smile on everyone
Jack: So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
This looks like fun
This looks like fun
Oh, could it be I got my wish?
What's this?

Jack: Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, there's nothing underneath
No ghouls, no witches here to scream or scare them
Or ensnare them, only little cozy things
Secure inside their dreamland
What's this?

The monsters are all missing
And the nightmares can't be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around

Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of cakes and pies
Are absolutely everywhere

Edd: The sights, the sounds
Ed: They're everywhere and all around
Eddy: I've never felt so good before
Jack: This empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough

I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own
I've got to know, I've got to know
What is this place that I have found?

Jack, Ed Edd n Eddy: What is this?


Now, it was either pure bliss or pure ignorance, but for some reason, none of the Stouthearted Eds seemed to notice the eight-foot skeleton who was also running around this new place, even when one of them would run right next to him. It was the same story for Jack. He was so giddy that he didn’t see the three boys that looked like Zombie Elvis, the Bubonic Plague, and a Viking running around. He just had to know what this place was called.

Meanwhile, Eddy and Double D caught up with each other again, and they were gasping for air.

“This place rocks!” Eddy exclaimed between deep breaths.

“I agree,” said Double D. “I must know the name of this town we’ve found! Uh, Eddy?”

“What?” asked Eddy.

“Where’s Ed?”

The two friends looked around. Ed was nowhere to be seen.

“Oh, for crying out loud!” said Eddy. He got up and ran to the entrance of the town, Double D following him.

“Ed!” called Double D.

“Hey, Monobrow!” called Eddy.

But somehow, Ed had just vanished.

“Oh, this is not good,” said Double D. “Who knows what kind of mischief Ed could cause here by himself? Hmm?”

“What?” asked Eddy. Then he looked up. At the entrance of the town, a big banner was hung overhead.

“‘Christmas Town’?” Eddy read. “Hold up. You mean this town is all Christmas?”

“Well, that certainly explains a lot,” said Double D. “But right now we have to concentrate on the situation at hand. Where’s Ed?”

“Oh, how should I know?” asked Eddy. “For all we know, he’s off looking for Santa, wanting to find out how to be an honorary elf!”

But as Eddy talked, Double D’s eyes widened. “Um . . . Eddy?” he nervously asked his friend.

“Just a second,” said Eddy. “Now I know that Ed’s Christmas crazy, so we might have trouble finding him . . . ”

Eddy . . . ”

“Will you be patient? Anyway, we might have trouble finding him, but we have an advantage, because these eyes don’t miss a thing!”

And with that, Eddy whirled around to take a good look at Christmas Town . . . but instead, his eyes met black and white stripes. Now Eddy stopped dead in his tracks. He knew where he had seen black and white stripes like that before.

“Greetings, fellow Halloween creatures!”

Eddy let out a gasp and jumped into the air, toppling over backwards into the snow. But he quickly sat up again.

“DON’T SNEAK UP ON PEOPLE LIKE THAT!” he yelled as he put his Elvis glasses back on, which had fallen off his head.

“Um . . . actually, I have to. It’s my job,” said the all-too familiar skeleton standing in front of Double D and Eddy. “Oh, forgive me! I haven’t even introduced myself. I’m . . . ”

“We know,” interrupted Eddy, brushing the snow off his costume. “Jack Skellington. The Pumpkin King.”

“Wow, I’m famous!” said Jack. He paused and watched as Eddy stood up.

“What?” asked Eddy.

“Aren’t you going to tell me your names?” asked Jack.

“Oh, right,” said Eddy. “I’m Eddy, and that’s Double D.” As Eddy introduced Double D, the shy boy in the sock hat gave a nervous little wave. “Say, you haven’t seen a Viking with one eyebrow and no chin running around, have you?” Eddy added.

“Uh . . . no. I think I’d remember something like that,” said Jack.

“Darn,” grumbled Eddy. “That idiot’s gonna be the death of us.”

“Anyway, I was wondering if you two could help me,” said Jack. “What is the significance of all these strange rituals in this town? I’ve never seen such wonders!”

Eddy stared at Jack for a few minutes. “What’s the matter, buddy?” he asked. “Haven’t you ever heard of Christmas?”

“Christmas?” repeated Jack. “What is this thing, ‘Christmas’?”

Eddy said nothing. Instead, he slowly held his arms out in front of him and formed the shape of a cross with his index fingers, then pointed it at Jack.

“Oh, that's real mature, Eddy,” said Double D, speaking for the first time. Then he turned his direction to Jack. “Dear Jack, surely you’ve heard of the holiday Christmas?”

“Holiday?” asked Jack. “You mean there are other holidays? Besides Halloween?”

Now even Double D was a little shocked. Jack didn’t know about any of the other holidays? But as he thought about it, it began to make sense. Jack’s main focus was Halloween. Of course he wasn’t going to know about any other holidays.

“Well, Jack . . . gosh, how can I explain this?” said Double D. “Well . . . Christmas is a time of year where we give thanks to others and give presents as an act of kindness to others.”

“Ah, I say it’s a big waste of time,” said Eddy. “Christmas stinks.”

Now it was Jack’s turn to be shocked. “How can you say that?” he asked Eddy. “This is exactly what I’ve been missing! I must find a way to bring Christmas to Halloween.”

“Christmas to Halloween?” asked Double D. “That sounds like something Ed would say. Which reminds me . . . he’s still missing.”

“Oh, right,” said Eddy. “Well, we can’t seem to find him here. Maybe he already went back to Spook-E-Ville.”

“Spook-E-Ville?” asked Jack. “There’s no such place.”

“Oh yeah?” asked Eddy. “Then what do you call this?” He reached into Double D’s pocket and took out the map, then showed it to the Pumpkin King.

Jack took the map and got a good look at it. “There’s no such place as Spook-E-Ville,” he repeated, handing the map back to Eddy. “This is a map of Halloween Town.”

“Halloween Town?” asked Eddy.

“Is that where you live, Jack?” asked Double D.

“It sure is,” said Jack. “But where did you two get a map of Halloween Town?”

“Ah, it’s no big deal,” said Eddy. “It’s just my brother’s old map. Anyway, you two do whatever you want. I’m going back to Spook-E-Ville.”

“Halloween Town,” corrected Double D.

“Whatever,” said Eddy.

“Wait, Eddy!” said Jack. “You two seem to be quite the experts on Christmas.”

“Well, I don’t like to brag,” said Eddy. “But . . . ”

“Hmm . . . ” said Jack. He looked at the two boys. “Eddy . . . Double D. . .how would you two like to help me with a little . . . project I’m planning?”
Chapter 4.

Songs featured: What's This?

Chapter 1: [link]
Chapter 2: [link]
Chapter 3: [link]
Chapter 4: [link]
Chapter 5: [link]
Chapter 6: [link]
Chapter 7: [link]
Chapter 8: [link]
Chapter 9: [link]
Chapter 10: [link]
Chapter 11: [link]
Chapter 12: [link]
Chapter 13: [link]
Chapter 14: [link]
Chapter 15: [link]
Epilogue: [link]

Ed Edd n Eddy (c) Danny Antonucci
The Nightmare Before Christmas (c) Tim Burton Henry Selick
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TheGFig Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2009  Student General Artist
The cross made me laugh Hysterically...
I love The Ed's!!
AMX-269 Featured By Owner Nov 11, 2009   Writer
Glad you like the story. ^_^

“What are ya, some kinda troll or something?”—Eddy, Ed Edd n Eddy

“I reject your reality and substitute my own!”—Adam Savage, Mythbusters

“It’s almost like we knew what we were doing, isn’t it?”—Jamie Hyneman, Mythbusters
omiwako Featured By Owner May 2, 2008  Student Digital Artist
I'm stuck on this
your stories are so addicting :p
AMX-269 Featured By Owner May 2, 2008   Writer
Thanks for commenting. ;)

"What are ya, some kinda troll or something?"--Eddy, Ed Edd n Eddy

"I reject your reality and substitute my own!"--Adam Savage, Mythbusters

"Aren't tracer rounds illegal?"--Jamie Hyneman, Mythbusters
DoubleDFanGirl101 Featured By Owner May 1, 2008
awsome!!! Its awsome wen u do a crossover with EEnE and TNBC
AMX-269 Featured By Owner May 1, 2008   Writer
Glad you like the story. ^_^

"What are ya, some kinda troll or something?"--Eddy, Ed Edd n Eddy

"I reject your reality and substitute my own!"--Adam Savage, Mythbusters

"Aren't tracer rounds illegal?"--Jamie Hyneman, Mythbusters
DoubleDFanGirl101 Featured By Owner May 1, 2008
its good so far! now lets see wat happens next...
AMX-269 Featured By Owner May 1, 2008   Writer
I look forward to your feedback. ^_^

"What are ya, some kinda troll or something?"--Eddy, Ed Edd n Eddy

"I reject your reality and substitute my own!"--Adam Savage, Mythbusters

"Aren't tracer rounds illegal?"--Jamie Hyneman, Mythbusters
DoubleDFanGirl101 Featured By Owner May 1, 2008
heehee u should make a comic out of this, it would be awsome...but...wen i put my comics on here, the images r too bright and i now need to use darker pencil markings...
AMX-269 Featured By Owner May 1, 2008   Writer
I probably would, if I wasn't so nitpicky. I like things to be perfect, so sometimes it will take me FOREVER to finish a drawing, since I keep sketching and erasing. It's even worse with comics. ^^; Anyway, glad you're liking the story! ;)

"What are ya, some kinda troll or something?"--Eddy, Ed Edd n Eddy

"I reject your reality and substitute my own!"--Adam Savage, Mythbusters

"Aren't tracer rounds illegal?"--Jamie Hyneman, Mythbusters
DoubleDFanGirl101 Featured By Owner May 2, 2008
oh dont be like that it wouldnt be that hard if u just make a comic...would it?:confused:
AMX-269 Featured By Owner May 2, 2008   Writer
Mmm...I think I'll just stick to writing for now. Honestly, it's a lot more enjoyable for me.

"What are ya, some kinda troll or something?"--Eddy, Ed Edd n Eddy

"I reject your reality and substitute my own!"--Adam Savage, Mythbusters

"Aren't tracer rounds illegal?"--Jamie Hyneman, Mythbusters
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