Ed Edd N Eddy Trailer Park Novels & Stories

“Yes. It’s the fifth one on the right.” The travel trailer was dark and there were no streetlights, so the entire area looked sinister. Who was I kidding? It was sinister and that’s why I almost landed in jail. The car stopped and he turned off the loud engine. My hand went to the door handle as I looked at his profile. “I still don’t understand why you did this, but thank you.” The headlights were still on and Reed looked out through the windshield. I followed the direction of his gaze and saw my little sister’s cat pacing in front of the trailer door.

She could not understand how much good karma she must have built in a past life to be fortunate enough to meet someone like Felix tonight. … Later that night, Eddy was playing poker at Draco's casino. His cut from the deal was more than enough to enjoy himself for a while. He was not a gambling addict—he just played for fun. After all, he had seen too many men lose everything at the table, and he was not about to end up like them. "Eddy, Mr. Bennett wants to see you in his office." Eddy straightened up immediately. He did not dare delay and quickly made his way over, bowing deeply as soon as he stepped inside. "Mr. Bennett, you wanted to see me?"

It exhausted him mentally. “Tara Travers. We’re also looking for her brother, Edward. He goes by Eddie. He’s mixed up in this also, and is currently on the run from the Elmwood Pack enforcers.” “Same reason I presume?” “I suspect Elmwood used Eddie to pick up and deliver the money from the scam. Eddie has a problem with gambling, and he skimmed money off the top. He then used it here. I’m not sure how I would define the theft of what? Illegal proceeds? They forced Tara to do what she did in an attempt to recover the money. It failed horribly, and they attempted to poison her after that.”

“Sweet, I’m going to stretch my legs a little, then I’ll be back so we can get food.” “Sounds good,” I agreed. “Don’t talk to strangers.” He laughed. “Sure thing, boss.” Eddie climbed out of the car and walked in the direction of the gas station. I got out too and walked around to the gas pump. Tristan stepped out and stretched his arms above his head without muttering a word. I watched as his shirt slightly lifted, exposing his body. I remembered running my fingers over his torso, the way his muscles felt under my fingertips…

Excited, Cynthia who was now feeling much better and fully recovered from injury, got up from her seat and rushed to her husband, hugged him and then kissed him on the cheek. Jean walked in and saw Tracy on TV about to give a talk. "Is that who I think it is?" She asked. "Yes, my dear. That's no ghost but Tracy Brooks. She would have been a Parker if you had not schemed with your brother's current wife," Eddy said. "Oh Dad, please. Don't push it," Jean said. "Oh, certainly I won't. Besides, Tracy is about to give a talk so let's all listen to someone who made the most of her life despite the humiliation you and your accomplices caused her," Eddy said, indirectly jabbing his daughter.

He gave his usual jaw dropping sly smirk before looking outside and commanded, " He seeked for attention and I have given him all of it. Let's go to the Eden International Limited Parkar. I still have some sly foxes to catch." I snapped out from my thoughts before reaching out for the seat belt. My eyes involuntarily looked backseat through the rear view mirror. He isn't easy to be fooled! We arrived at the Eden around half an hour later. I slipped out from the seat belt before stepping down onto the concreted floor. Parker helped him to get down as I looked up at the Logo hanging in the top admiringly.

We sat on the bean bags and Nathan brought out refreshments. — Tell me about you, since when are you here? "For as long as I can remember," Eddy says. My cousin and I were homeless for a long time until Trevor found us at a robbery we carried out, he brought us with the others and we haven't left since. "And you, Nathan?" - It was something similar. I had drug problems and all of that world, Caleb and Ryder helped me get out of it. - How old are you? "23 and he's 25," Nathan says, "Nick's 22, right?"

" Train ticket ?......Wiat ! I need that train ticket . " said Edward . " Huh ?........You needed that train ticket ?.........I am very sorry . That girl took the last ticket of this time's ride . I can give you the same ticket for the next ride if you want . " said the worker . " When will the next ride start ? " asked Edward . " It will start after forty minutes . The train ride is the longest ride we have in the amusement park . " said the worker .

Trent stepped over what looked like a broken-down lawn mower before stepping into his dad’s house. It had been only a few weeks since he’d last been here, and already it seemed like Edward had trashed the place further. How did a man in a wheelchair manage to collect so much junk? Trent had no idea. Edward barely glanced at Trent when he came inside. He sucked on a cigarette, letting the smoke float in front of his face. A rerun buzzed on the TV; the house smelled even more heavily of smoke and sweat, to the point that Trent barely stifled his gag reflex.

If not, there was skiing. Those checking-in would be later in the morning because of travel being slowed for safety. Eddie was working on fixing the pantry door again. Jody could hear him cursing the door and the boggart he insisted lived in the pantry. Eddie was the handyman around the Blue Moon and the hamlet. He’d been here forever, and he looked like it too—a big bushy beard which was just like his hair, whiter than the snow outside. Eddie could pass for Santa on vacation around here. He was a cheerful person mostly, unless he was fixing something that wouldn’t stay fixed, like the pantry door.