| Viva Ed Vegas Introduction-Mud Sling-Edd
Viva Ed Vegas Chapter One-Eds Will Roll
Chapter Two-Getting Better Aquaint-ed
Chapter Three Put the ED into action
Chapter Four-We've Creat-ED a monster
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NOW PLAYING......Burning Down The house-Jom Jones VS The Cardigans-Watch Out Eddy, You might get what you're after.....
"Right guys!" said Daisy stoutly as
she wrenched the stubborn handle open of the door to the
long-abandoned function suite. "We’ve got a lot of spring-
cleaning to do!"
"Oh dear, a new neurosis!" whined Edd as he spluttered on
the upset dust.
Melissa flicked the light on and the huge beamer bulbs
warped and began to glow, one-by-one.
"Pinch me Ed, I must be dreaming,,,ow!" squeaked Eddy when
Ed took him literally.
"Hey,,,what’s that sound?" said Edd to Melissa, his ears
pricked up. Melissa pointed towards the recording studio.
"It’s just Travis,,,he must be mixing something."
"Let’s check it out!" piped Eddy scampering towards the door across the bingo tables.
"Eddy! We need some help here!" complained Edd as he and
Melissa strained to push them to the side. "Yeah, yeah, when
I’m good and ready!" muttered Eddy as he opened the door.
Travis stood in the middle of the recording space,
surrounded by 2 keyboards, PVC pipes, milk bottles with
assorted measurements of water and his guitar swinging
liberally from his shoulders.
"How’s it goin, Guv?" sniggered Eddy in a crusty English
accent as he sauntered up nosily.
"Make yourself useful, Edster." Snorted Travis as he knocked
the pipes with his boot to make a clunky hollow sound. "Plug
the auxiliary lead on those speakers into the keyboards."
"Whatever you say, swap-shop boy!" smirked Eddy as he
plunged them into the sockets. The music ruptured through
the function room, and Edd ran gallantly to the source.
"What in Heaven’s name do you two think you’re doing?!?" he
screeched over the din. "Do you know what time it is?!?"
"Insyncopated-style!" crooned Ed, gyrating his hips to the salsa
beat. Much against protest, Edd couldn’t resist moving his
shoulder to the beat. Eddy soon followed suit. They looked
pretty strange standing there twitching one shoulder, then
the other, then the other simultaneously. Travis jacked the
Keyboard up and with one hand played his melody while with
the other he rapped a drumstick along the bottles of milk,
making a crisp mardi-gras kinda sound.
"We’re cookin’ Double D!" crowed Eddy, shooting the air.
"Hey...this is Tom Jones, ain't it?"
"Well, I figured I’d mix some tunes of my own for when they
walk in, but this one's a little jazzed up version of
Burning Down the House." Travis stamped down on the kettle
drum pedal." I take it It's got the Eddy seal of approval
then?" he smirked.
"Is the Pope jewish?" grimaced Eddy smartly.
"No..." irked Travis and Edd simultaneously.
"Isn't he?" questioned Eddy one eyebrow raised.
"No!" laughed Edd and Travis.
"Oh..." shrugged Eddy. "Oh right well, okay...cool track!"
"Sound!" smirked Travis " only problem is I can’t find the
speakers to set up in the lobby."
"Buddy, you’re talkin’ to the Fonz of Funk, The King of
Cool, the Sultan of Speakers!" boasted Eddy. "We’ll set
up mine!"
"Fair do’s" agreed Travis. "hey Daisy, get your keester in
here!" he ordered, struggling to maintain his domination of
the keyboard and keep the milk bottle chimes strong.
"I can’t Trav, I’m doing this!" she answered.
"You’re doing what?!?" piped Eddy, he stood with his jaw touching the ground.
"Whoa! Lucy, I’m home!"
Daisy was teetering on top of a 15 foot ladder sanding down the
wooden frame of a huge Jawbreaker Fruit Machine. She had
converted an ordinary fruit machine and it stood in all its
glory at the base.
"Now all we need is some pyrex." She sniffed, plucking her
safety goggles off.
"Did I tell you I love that girl?" swooned Eddy, holding
onto Edd’s shirt. "Can’t you feel it, Double D?!? In less
than 24 hours we’ll be up there shakin&#
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