Ed Edd N Eddy Trailer Park Novels & Stories

“He can't be clean. His fingerprints were spotted on the wheels of the truck. Get more clues, it can't just end here.” “Jimmy has gotten him jailed in your terror room for further investigation. and also, we were able to get more information about him. Truly, he did not lie when he said he was a truck driver. Permit me to say this, Master Calven ” Eddey took a deep pause, stepped out of the elevator, and strolled into his office. She pushed open a chair from the center and sat on it. “Go ahead.....” He gave her permission also take his seat on his throne beside the window. His face reflected so brightly exposing his handsome features.

, I say through my link that we have open. All the men I have brought with me are familiar with the drill. No one attacks first. Eddie is harmless in a sense. He has a clean record. His mother is in a care home due to medical reasons. He has a sister who lives in Washington, DC, and a niece whom he adores and would probably do anything for.

She tells him, trying to muster up a smile. He pushes open the door to the apartment, gesturing for her to enter ahead of him. Her first sight of his cousin is the man sitting on the couch with a bag of doritos and a two liter of Dr. Pepper. He is watching Little Shop Of Horrors on VHS. She recognizes Rick Moranis and the movie immediately, as it was Rick's favorite movie. She had never cared for it before but she really hated it now. “Alright, we're here. Hop to, you lazy as- um.. nevermind.” Eddy says and his cousin chuckles.

“Who?” Her bottom lips trembled. “Ed. His tracker’s dead. Phone, too. It’s like he… vanished or something.” My cousin. My anchor. My last piece of family. Gone. Before I could speak, Taylor’s laptop screen flared to life. A live feed played across her laptop screen. And there he was. Ed. Tied to a chair, wrists bound so tight the skin was raw. His face was swollen, one eye nearly shut, blood trickling from his split lip. His chest rose and fell hard, every breath forced, defiant.

He came back empty handed and was typing something on his phone as they walked to his car. They stopped somewhere else along the way and traded vehicles with Henry who met them in a grey Jeep Gladiator pulling a trailer with two ATV four wheelers on it. Henry said his hellos and Edward didn't let either Meredith nor Henry linger and talk as he ushered Meredith to the Jeep and took off to the Park to meet up with Taylor and Ben.

Eddie cheered, racing out the door like his life depended on it. Bryan gave me a crooked smile. "You realize we're just glorified snack mules at this point." "Speak for yourself. I'm here for the people-watching." We loaded up into Bryan's SUV - which Eddie had promptly claimed as "our car" the minute we moved in - and made the ten-minute drive to the park. It was one of those sprawling city parks with big oak trees, a pond with ducks, and a playground so colorful it looked like it had been designed by a sugar-high toddler.

“Awwwn, thank you so much. Eddy bring your children back home in a new outfit and clean their hairs then get them food.” “Yeah sure, you are all like Logan, so mean and and straight forward.” Eddy scoffed and ended the call. “Uncle Eddy.” Danielle called and as Eddy turned to her she smashed pie on his face, all of them laughed except Eddy who tried to lick his face. “I hate the three of you.” He said and they laughed. “We love you too uncle Eddy.” They chorused and laughed. The man in black hoodie watched them on his phone with a smile, he sat on the room and watched them through a camera.

Me: I have my ways. I imagined the little frown he must’ve made reading that, the way his brows probably knit together like he was trying to figure me out and hating himself for being curious. He made it way too easy to mess with him, and way too hard to stop. We pulled into the trailer park where everything smelled like dust, cigarette smoke, and broken dreams. Most of the other trailers were empty during the day. Ours sat near the edge, rusty and dented from years of neglect, but it was home.

"Said he'd get here on his own." "Uh, isn't his license suspended or some shit?" "I think his old man got that cleared up, or knowing Track he just decided to say 'fuck it'." Yeah the last was more like it. Just then we heard DMX Rough Riders or Track's theme song as it's known around here, blasting down the drive. It seems like everyone stopped what they were doing and all eyes were turned to the side of the house where he would appear. And boy did he appear. "Here I am motherfuckers!" He came around the corner with his arms stretched out at his sides.

They shot gazes of admiration, jealousy, and hatred towards Eddy. Tracy’s face went ice-cold when she saw that there were some who recognized her. She seemed to bear no fondness for foreigners. Dexter approached Eddy for an enthusiastic handshake. “Do you still remember me, Mr. Eddy? We’ve met before! I was the one who handled your company’s credentials…” “Mr. Holt. Of course I remember. Please drop by Morgan Financial Group headquarters for tea when you have the time,” Eddy said. Eddy only said that out of basic courtesy, but it was enough to send Dexter jumping in excitement.