Eddy knew he should be in bed. He was exhausted. Over the past who-knows-how-many weeks, he had discovered a whole different world behind a door in the woods, teamed up with a skeleton to run Christmas, found out that he and the skeleton both missed his big brother, got shot out of the sky, and saved Double D and Ed from a horrible, flaming death. And it wasnt easy sneaking back into his house either!
But he knew he had to do this. If he didnt do it now, he was sure to forget it.
So Eddy did something that he hadnt done in a long time: he took out a piece of paper and a pencil, and began to write.
Well, it took a while, but I finally found that old map of yours in that secret compartment in the attic. As long as you have secrets in this house, Im going to sniff them out. Nothing is safe.
Anyway, I dont know if you wrote that poem or not, but it was completely true. I found out where holidays come from, and it was awesome. I can see why you lef