Disclaimer: The TV series "Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy" was created by Danny Antonucci in A.K.A. CARTOON INC. "Ed, Edd 'n' Eddy" is owned by Cartoon Network. This work of fanfiction is soley for entertainment purposes. I do not own the characters depicted in this story, nor do I gain any profit from using them.

Chapter 1: New Neighbors

The calm of the morning was covered protectively by a blanket of grey cloud. The past summer days had been heavy with heat, reducing the yards of the Peach Creek suburbs to wilting patches of scrubs. This morning possessed an unusual but welcome cool air that churned through the grass and perspired with dew. There was a quiet underlying roll of thunder that came and went uncertainly.

A few birds dripped their voices from the trees as though they were too bogged down with the humidity to raise their voices any higher. As the first watery rays of the sun beat against the cloud cover, the rest of the life in the cul-de-sac stirred from dormancy. It was going to be a long, dull day.

At 220 Rathink Avenue the lights were still off throughout the house. All was silent except for the hiccuping of a record player as the needle wandered across the grooves of Barry White. The bedroom emitting the tunes was lavishly decorated, a plush white rug and rich, newly-installed velveteen curtains only the surface of the embellishment. The sleek disco ball that slowly rotated from its turnstile on the ceiling gleamed a dull sheen as the bleak morning crept into the room through one large window.

Buried in the depths of a violet-sheeted circular bed a squat young boy slept fitfully, turning over repeatedly and grabbing loosely at the pillow cushioning his head. The white undershirt he used as sleepwear was stained with sweat. He muttered something unintelligible and buried his face in the sheets. A nightmare was plaguing his dreams, bad enough to elicit a grunt of, "No grandpa, it's just a kitten..."

Mercifully the boy's dreaming was distracted by the rumble of trucks passing by his house. He groaned, caught between consciousness and the clinging strands of cat whiskers. In the calm of the morning these growling vehicles seemed to double in volume. Numbly the boy sat up in bed, eyes clenched shut and mouth pressed in a firm line. His scant hairs frizzed wildly from his scalp and he swiped a clumsy hand over them in an attempt to smooth them back. Arduously he opened his eyes, staring at the posters on the opposite wall until the pictures came into focus. As the last vestige of last night's showing faded from his mind, his blank expression curled into a scowl.

After waiting for a moment for the sound of trucks to subside without reward, he slipped out of his bed and staggered around his room, picking up a pair of blue jeans and a polo shirt. As he hopped into the pants he muttered hoarsely, "Can't a guy get some peace and quiet around here? When I get out there..." His foot caught against the inside of a pant leg and he teetered over, face digging into the carpet.

Finally dressed, the boy stomped across the room, pausing briefly to turn off the record player, to a door leading into the backyard. He slid open the door with fervor and stepped out, ready to find the source of the noise pollution and give it a piece of his mind. He didn't get very far, though, for as soon as he took the step out he tripped over a lumpish form. The trip sent him sprawling into the grass. When he recollected himself with some huffs and turned to look at the unexpected obstacle, he recognized the form as actually being one of his friends, Ed. The large-framed boy snored peacefully on the ground, undisturbed by the impact.

"Ed, have you been sleepwalking again?" the boy asked while toeing Ed with his shoe. He looked around them. The yard was littered with food remnants, and Ed was settled in a diverse nest of foodstuffs probably garnered from refrigerators around the neighborhood. It looked as though the kid had ended his jaunt last night right at the foot of his friend's bedroom door.

"Wake up, Rapunzel." He began prodding the sleeping hulk more forcefully as his irritation grew. When his parents saw the mess, they'd be making him clean it up. "I said wake up!" He hiked his leg back and rammed it into Ed's side. It was a terrible mistake. Ed was as hard as a rock. Of his own volition Ed began to surface from his calm, yawning wide and stretching languidly in his nest of wrappers and leftovers.

Looking around with a sleepy grin across his face, Ed was unfazed by his relocation from his bedroom down the street and the heaviness in his gut. Once his eyes cast on his little friend, who was dancing on one foot and clutching the other, he brightened and chirped, "Hi, Eddy! What are you doing in my bedroom?"

At first Eddy stared down at Ed, too flabbergasted to say anything. The throbbing in his foot brought back his focus. As he opened his mouth to snap back, a sudden blare from the street silenced them both. They turned in time to see a truck rumbling down the street towards the end of their cul-de-sac. The blast from the horn had been intended for a cat that wandered into the street, which was now clawing up a tree with an indignant yowl.

"Where are they all coming from?" Eddy wondered, watching the mud flaps sway as the truck escaped the narrow view his house and fence allowed of the road. Catching the question, Ed perked up from his junk-bed and flourished an index finger.

"Maybe they're spaceships in disguise coming to take all our sock lint."

"I don't think so, Ed." His eyes lit up. "Maybe they're trucks full of jawbreakers! Kevin's garage has been empty for days now. It could be the break we've been waiting for." Rubbing his hands together he continued, "Just wait for the right moment and take a couple. Kevin would never notice."

"But Eddy, what about the aliens?"

"Let's wake up Double D. He can make something for us to get those jawbreakers and no one will be the wiser."

With effort Eddy pulled his friend up by some slack in the stiff green jacket Ed wore. It would have been easier without the piles of food beneath the lumbering boy's feet, making him slip and jerk Eddy around several times. Many times Eddy wished he could just yank his pal from the mess by his hair, but Ed was lucky enough to have a buzz cut during the summer, granting him amnesty from such treatment.

Having collected themselves, the two boys went around to the front of Eddy's house and waited for yet another truck to pass before crossing the street. They followed it with their eyes down the road and noticed a few other kids on their street had come out to see what was going on. Everyone seemed confused by the disturbance to their normally mundane suburb. The appearance of the trucks had them disoriented.

When they reached Double D's house, they found him leaning out his window and watching the trucks. Eddy called up to him, cupping his hands around his mouth.

"Hey, Sockhead! How's the view from up there?" Surprised, Double D reached a hand impulsively to touch the black hat he kept firmly secured on his head. Once the voice of his friend registered he looked down and smiled a little.

"Good morning, Eddy, Ed," came Double D's pleasant response. "I'll be down in a moment." A moment later the front door opened and Double D stepped out, clasping his hands loosely together and heaving a little sigh. "Isn't it wonderful?" he said.

"What?" asked Eddy. He raised an eyebrow at Double D's wistful expression.

"Why, the arrival of the moving vans! We are seeing the enhancement and accession of a suburban neighborhood firsthand. These trucks piling into our little cul-de-sac are harbingers of progress, change, and new adventures." He looked expectantly at his friends. Ed was smiling, but it was apparent he hadn't really understood the speech. Eddy was rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, harps and gobbledygook. What we're really here for..." Eddy trailed off, pawing over what Double D had said. He furrowed his brow. "What do you mean, 'moving vans?' Aren't those jawbreaker trucks?"

"Jawbreakers by the ship full!" Ed chimed in.

"Goodness, no!" Double D couldn't help but chuckle, and he covered his mouth with one hand. At the sour expression on Eddy's face he amended, "The trucks have a moving company logo, Eddy. It isn't unusual for them to travel in the early morning, before city traffic becomes unmanageable. See," he gestured behind them. The three Eds watched as the trucks drove slowly around the dead-end street and parked around a house. Movers began climbing out of the trucks and opening up the backs to carry crates out.

"That's next to my house," Eddy blurted out in surprise. He couldn't believe he hadn't realized their close vicinity sooner. Ed was thrilled.

"You're going to have lint-abductors for neighbors!"

"That's strange," said Double D. "If I remember correctly, there's only been one house for sale around here for months… Oh." They all fell silent.

The one house that had been for sale in the cul-de-sac for months on end was the haunted house. All the kids avoided it, fearing to even be in its shadow. Sometimes someone claimed to see a silhouette in one of the windows. The place was unofficially condemned. Since the kids avoided the house so thoroughly, a lot of the time it was as though the place didn't exist. Eddy had discovered great solace in this.

"Well," Double D said, trying to lighten the mood. He didn't continue.

"Let's check it out," Eddy picked up the lead. Without another word the three boys went down the street to check out the new arrivals.