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“Eddy, please stop!”




“Jack’s going to be mad!”

Eddy paid no attention to his friend. He simply picked up another Christmas ball he had taken from Jack’s tree and threw it down the alley the two friends were in. When it hit the wall at the far end of the alley, it broke with a loud POP!

“Eddy, this is so wrong!” said Double D. “Someone’s sure to discover your act of vandalism.”

“Ah, the way the people act in this town, they’ll probably thank me,” said Eddy, picking up another ball. “I’M GONNA KILL THAT CREEP!” he yelled as he threw the ball.

“Ed or Jack?” asked Double D. “Because since Jack’s a skeleton, technically he’s already dead . . . ”

“I’ll kill whoever gets in my way first!” Eddy interrupted. “I knew this was a bad idea! I knew Jack really didn’t know about Christmas!”

“Eddy, please calm down,” said Double D. “Don’t you think you’re overreacting?”

“‘Sandy Claws’?” said Eddy, repeating what Jack had said. “‘When he sets out to slay with his rain gear on’?”

“I do admit, Jack has a way with trying one’s patience . . . ” said Double D. “But you have to understand, Eddy. Jack’s never heard of any other holiday besides Halloween. Of course he’s going to be confused!”

“Well, I don’t buy it!” said Eddy. “This is going to turn into something really bad. I can feel it.”

“So what do you intend to do, Eddy?” asked Double D.

Eddy thought for a moment. “Think we’d be able to find Jack’s house?” he asked.


A few minutes later, Double D and Eddy were hiding in the bushes outside Jack’s house.

“You can’t be serious,” whispered Double D.

“I’m dead serious,” said Eddy, holding a piece of wood he had found.

“First vandalism, and now this?” asked Double D. “Eddy, do you have any idea what the consequences of your actions will be? And whatever happened to looking for Ed?”

“Ed will have to wait,” said Eddy.

Just then, the door to Jack’s house opened, and Jack stepped out. As his door was closing, Eddy quietly ran up and jammed the wood into the door so it wouldn’t shut. Luckily, Jack was already outside his gate, so he didn’t notice.

“Eddy, please reconsider,” said Double D. “You’re trespassing on private property.”

“No I’m not!” said Eddy, opening the door and entering Jack’s house. “I just wanna see what he’s up to.”

“Eddy, I think the last thing Jack needs right now is you spying on him,” said Double D.

“Look, I’ve made up my mind,” said Eddy. “As soon as I figure out what he’s doing, I get out as soon as the coast is clear. And you have to stay out here and wait for me. Then we’ll look for Ed.”

“But who knows how long that will take?” said Double D.

“Nobody,” Eddy simply answered. Then he shut the door behind him.

Double D groaned. “What a stubborn old mule,” he thought as he went back to hide in the bushes.


Eddy was walking up some stairs that led to the top floor of Jack’s house. When he got to the top floor, he was met with quite a sight.

Jack’s interior decorating was probably typical to Halloween Town, but not to Eddy. The guy had a guillotine in his room! And an electric chair! But that wasn’t the weird part. Jack had decked out the entire room with Christmas decorations. There was even a very skimpy Christmas tree in the corner, with Zero asleep next to it.

Eddy walked over to the Christmas tree. Hung next to it was a set of very baggy pajamas, complete with a little sleep cap. “And I thought Ed’s room was scary . . . ” Eddy thought, looking around the room again.

“Zero, I’m home.”

Eddy panicked when he heard Jack’s voice. He had to hide! But where? The Christmas tree was too bare to hide behind. He looked at the window. Behind the curtains! Luckily, Jack had very long curtains. As Eddy went to hide behind them, Zero woke up. He looked at Eddy and barked.

“Shut up!” Eddy whispered before disappearing behind the curtains.

It was a good thing he did, because just as he did, Jack appeared. “I got some equipment from the doctor,” he said to Zero. “Now I can experiment on the things from Christmas Town.”

Experiment?” thought Eddy. Luckily, Jack was too busy to notice the huge bulge that was now in his curtains.

Jack’s curtains were translucent enough that Eddy could see through them. He watched as Jack began to take things with a more scientific approach. He looked at holly under a microscope. He tried making paper snowflakes, but they looked more like spider webs. He dissected a teddy bear. He made a solution and added a crushed ornament to it (it was then that Eddy was once again thankful that he wasn’t hiding behind the tree).

“Interesting reaction,” said Jack. “But what does it mean?”


Meanwhile, outside of Jack’s house, Double D was still waiting for Eddy. And he was beginning to get impatient. “What’s taking him so long?” he thought. He was just about to walk up and leave, when something happened.

It was Sally! She was walking up to Jack’s house with a basket. Double D quietly watched as Sally attached the basket to a piece of rope, then slowly lifted it to Jack’s window on the top floor.


Eddy was watching Jack write some formula out on his chalkboard, when something tapped on the window. Whatever it was, it caught Jack’s attention.

Wait a minute . . . Eddy was right next to the window! And Jack was going over to it! He was going to get caught!

But miraculously, Eddy wasn’t caught. He watched as Jack opened the window. There was a basket hanging outside. Jack took the basket and waved down to somebody . . . who was it? Eddy couldn’t tell who it was, and he didn’t dare move from his spot. Then he noticed that the sun was beginning to come up. Jack had been up all night!

Geez, hasn’t this guy ever heard of sleep?” Eddy thought.


Down below, Double D watched as Sally ran away from Jack’s house after giving him the basket. He then saw her run out the gate and hide behind the stone wall. Double D cautiously walked over to the wall, climbed up it, and sat at the top. Sally was below him, sitting on the ground.

“I knew it,” Double D heard himself say. “You really like him, don’t you?”

This caught Sally’s attention. She looked around, trying to find out where that voice had come from. She finally looked up and saw Double D.

At that point, Double D had become aware of what he had just said. His face went bright red. “Oh, uh, forgive me for prying like that . . . ” he stammered out. “My name is Edd . . . with two D’s. Call me Double D.”

Sally smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, Double D.” Her voice was soft and timid. She seemed almost as shy as Double D. “My name is Sally.”

“I . . .I couldn’t help but notice that you seem to be fond of Jack,” said Double D. “I’m sorry if I . . . ”

“Oh, it’s no trouble at all,” said Sally. “I guess you could say that . . . ” she added quietly.

“May I ask you why you let that man in the wheelchair . . . you know . . . push you around?” asked Double D.

“You mean Dr. Finkelstein?” asked Sally. “I don’t really have much choice. You see, he’s my creator.”

“Creator?” asked Double D. “Well, I can see that, but still, does he have to be that extreme?”

“Yes, he’s a little strict at times, but he is the one who gave me life,” said Sally.

And isn’t that a reason to stick around . . . ” thought Double D. “But I’m guessing that you’d rather much spend time with Jack?”

“I guess I would like that,” said Sally. “I’d like to wish him good luck.” She paused to pick one of the flowers that were growing by the wall. Double D recognized it as a forget-me-not. “That basket was all I could do . . . ” Sally continued, “but I’ll be hoping for his success.”

Suddenly, right before their eyes, the forget-me-not slowly turned into a little Christmas tree, complete with ornaments. Sally and Double D’s eyes widened at the beauty of it . . . but a few seconds later, their eyes widened for a different reason. The little Christmas tree instantaneously burst into flames.

Double D’s jaw dropped. “What was that?” he asked quietly.

“Oh dear,” said Sally. “I was afraid of this. Sometimes, I have these . . . visions. What . . . what could this mean?”

Double D just stared at the burnt stick in Sally’s hand. “I don’t know,” he finally answered. For once in his life, he didn’t have an answer.

The two glanced worriedly at Jack’s house just as the sun was coming up. And apparently, they weren’t the only ones worried about their skeleton friend . . .

Vampires: Something's up with Jack
Something's up with Jack
Don't know if we're ever going to get him back

Werewolf: He's all alone up there
Locked away inside

Corpse Mother: Never says a word

Corpse Kid: Hope he hasn't died

Vampires, Werewolf: Something's up with Jack
Something's up with Jack

Seeing everyone so worried, Double D decided that he might as well try and change the subject.

“I wonder if Jack’s found Eddy yet,” he thought aloud.

“Eddy?” asked Sally. “Your friend?”

“I’m afraid so,” said Double D. “He had the bright idea of sneaking into Jack’s house while he was out. He said he wants to “find out what exactly Jack was planning,” but I know better. He just wants to spy on the poor guy.” Double D’s gaze went back to the top floor. “I do hope Jack isn’t too upset when he finds Eddy up there.”


Eddy stood stiff as a board behind Jack’s curtains. It seemed that the Pumpkin King was getting more anxious. Eddy watched as Jack paced around the room.

Jack: Christmas time is buzzing in my skull
Will it let me be? I cannot tell
There's so many things I cannot grasp
When I think I've got it, and then at last
Through my bony fingers it does slip
Like a snowflake in a fiery grip

Something here I'm not quite getting
Though I try, I keep forgetting
Like a memory long since past
Here in an instant, gone in a flash
What does it mean?
What does it mean?

In these little bric-a-brac
A secret's waiting to be cracked
These dolls and toys confuse me so
Confound it all, I love it though

Simple objects, nothing more
But something's hidden through a door
Though I do not have the key
Something's there I cannot see
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Hmm . . .

It means you’re trying too hard, Bonehead,” Eddy thought. “Give it a break, will ya?” But as Eddy kept his eye on Jack, he couldn’t help but mentally laugh at what he had just said. He had just made a pun.

Jack: I've read these Christmas books so many times
I know the stories and I know the rhymes
I know the Christmas carols all by heart
My skull's so full, it's tearing me apart
As often as I've read them, something's wrong
So hard to put my bony finger on

Or perhaps it's really not as deep
As I've been led to think
Am I trying much too hard?
Of course! I've been too close to see
The answer's right in front of me
Right in front of me

Eddy began to panic again. The answer was right in front of Jack? What answer? What was it? What was Jack planning? “Get on with it!” Eddy yelled in his head.

Jack: It's simple really, very clear
Like music drifting in the air
Invisible, but everywhere
Just because I cannot see it
Doesn't mean I can't believe it

You know, I think this Christmas thing
It's not as tricky as it seems
And why should they have all the fun?
It should belong to anyone

Not anyone, in fact, but me
Why, I could make a Christmas tree
And there's no reason I can find
I couldn't handle Christmas time

I bet I could improve it too
And that's exactly what I'll do
Hee, hee, hee

Then Jack went over to the window and thrust it open for everyone down below to see. Eddy saw his chance. He had to get out of there! But what he didn’t notice was that part of the curtain had wrapped around his leg . . .

Jack: Eureka! This year, Christmas will be ours!


The crowd below gasped. What did Jack mean? What was the Pumpkin King planning? What did that vision mean? Sally and Double D glanced worriedly at each other.



Jack heard something crash to the ground, followed by a soft groan as he shut his windows. He looked down. There, lying face first on the ground, with part of the curtains wrapped around his leg, was none other than . . .

“Eddy?” asked Jack.

Eddy’s eyes bugged. In his attempt to bolt, he had gotten tangled up in the curtains and tripped, sending him crashing to the floor. Eddy glanced up at Jack. He didn’t look happy. Now what?

“Uh . . . hi, Jackie-boy,” Eddy sputtered, trying to sound casual. “What’s shaking?”

“May I ask what you’re doing in my house?” asked Jack.

“Uh . . . leaving,” said Eddy. He tried to get up, but he ended up tripping on the curtains again. Eddy once again felt his face hit Jack’s concrete floor.

Then a different sound met Eddy’s ears. It was laughter! It took Eddy a second to realize that Jack was the one laughing.

“Oh, I’m just giving you a hard time,” said Jack, reaching down and helping Eddy untangle his feet. “Actually, I’m glad you finally came out of your hiding place, Eddy. I want to talk to you about . . . ”

“Woah, hold up,” said Eddy as he got up. “You . . . you knew I was there?”

“Eddy, I’m a master at hiding,” said Jack. “You’ve got nothing on me.” Then he tried to stifle the laughter coming back to him.

Eddy’s cheeks went red again. Jack had tricked him. Jack had actually tricked the trickster! He felt like throwing something again. Disgusted, Eddy began to make his way to the stairs.

“Wait, Eddy!” said Jack, the seriousness back in his voice. “Don’t go! I need to talk to you about Christmas!”

This made Eddy stop and turn back to Jack.

“You are the expert . . . right?” asked Jack.

“Please!” said Eddy. “You really think I’d help you after tricking me like that? Well, count me out! I want no part of this crazy plan of yours!”

“Okay, maybe that was a little harsh,” said Jack. “But Eddy, I’m sure I could do it. I really am! I could go all around the world and wear a red suit and make presents . . . ”

Eddy stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the word “presents.” Sure, he knew that Christmas is about caring, not presents, but still, this was a perfect opportunity! He just couldn’t pass it.

Eddy slowly turned around. “Hold up,” said Eddy. “You’re saying that if you were to have Halloween run Christmas . . . you’d make the presents?”

“Well, with the help of the town of course,” said Jack. “But yes, I’d make all the presents for all of the children!”

“I see . . . ” said Eddy. He turned around for a second to hide his devilish grin from the Pumpkin King.

“So, what do you say, Eddy?” asked Jack, holding out a bony hand. “Will you help me?”

Eddy regained his composure and turned around. “Okay Jack,” he said, grasping Jack’s hand. “I’ll help you.”

Then, to Eddy’s surprise, Jack pulled him into a hug!

“Oh, thank you Eddy!” said Jack, overjoyed. “How can I ever repay you?”

Eddy squirmed out of Jack’s grasp. “For starters, don’t ever hug me again,” he said, shuddering. “So . . . ” he said slyly. “What exactly did you have in mind?”
Chapter 6.

Songs featured: Jack's Obsession

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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