Ed, you should be excavating here, in the sandbox." "Shall I lend a hand?"Įddy: "Oh no you don't! Those are my magazines!"Įdd: "Eddy, I'm getting the feeling you don't trust me. Eddy never looks at me like that."Įddy: "Once he digs em up, I'll hide em where no one'll find em!"Įd: "Dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole, dig a hole."Įdd: "But this is the wrong spot, Eddy. I-know-everything-about-Kevin-knowing-nothing-about-my-magazines?"Įd: "Boy, Double D. Jimmy: "I don't know what you're talking about, Eddy! I'm flying solo!"Įdd: "Eddy, you put Jimmy down! Can't you see he's an innocent bystander in all this? I hardly think that Jimmy, or Kevin for that matter, have any knowledge to the whereabouts of your magazines!"Įddy: "OH, is that so? And what makes you think that, Mr.
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Jimmy: "Jeepers! If only Sarah could see how good I am at manual labor!" Įddy: "And what are you diggin' for?" "Are you working for Kevin?" Ed must've–"Įddy: "Buried my magazines in the sandbox! Eddy's coming to get you, babies!" Įd: "I love babies, guys and girl." "Coochie coochie coo!"Įdd: "Eddy, why are you stopping here? The–" Įddy: "What's he doin' following us? Maybe he–the sandbox! OH NO, MY MAGAZINES!"
Fine loose grains of rock, mostly quartz."Įdd: "Commercial grade sand, Eddy. A moment please, read a magazine or something."Įddy: "Read a magazine? I would if I knew where Ed hid em!"Įdd: "Oh, you read those?" "Well well well, what do we have here? This looks interesting." "Let's see now. Ed, there's a new invention called soap, have you heard of it? Oh, this is gonna be more difficult than I thought, Eddy." "Oh my lord!"Įddy: "What's taking so long? Someone's sure to find them!"Įdd: "I'm having a hard time ascertaining the clues from Ed's copious contaminants. Now Ed–" "Do you see what I see?"Įdd: "Will you just let me do this Eddy!" "There we go, and focus–" "–oh dear. Thank you."Įdd: "Eddy, please don't interrupt. I've always wanted to say that." Įdd: "My microscope should provide the answer." "Hold this please. Forensic science, Eddy, and a hint trace of grain could lead us to your magazines." Įddy: "If Kevin knew about this, he'd take my magazines for his own viewing pleasure."Įdd: "Time's a wastin. I suggest we analyze Ed's person for clues. You'd have a better chance of penetrating reinforced concrete. Obviously your answer lies deep within Ed's subconscious.
You realize if your magazines are in that sewer Eddy, they'd be totally illegible, the text smeared by the damp sludge."Įddy: "It's the pictures I'm worried about! Ed, did you hide my box down in that sewer?"Įddy: "So where are they?" "Talk!"Įddy: "Where, Ed?" Įddy: "Those magazines are one-of-a-kind anniversary issues! Cough em up!" Įd: "I forget, Eddy, I forget!!!"Įdd: "Clothes pegs Eddy? Please. Where'd you hide the magazines, Ed?"Įd: "Here we go: a rubber chicken." "'Hide the box, hide the box,' I said." "But then I tripped, hanging on to my pal's box of magazines for dear life! I fell." "And slid into a sewer."Įddy: "A sewer!?!?" "My magazines are in the sewer?"Įdd: "Seems appropriate. It was this one." "Then I gazed at the stars." Įddy: "C'mon, we're wasting time. That should jog his memory."Įd: "Well, I was walking down the sidewalk, carrying Eddy's box, when um, I saw a bug." "Hello, bug! I followed the little dickens to this tree, see? Then I hit my head on that branch!" "Nope. Nat: "Double D?!" "Are you ok?"Įdd: "I'm alright, how are you Nat?"Įddy: "What are ya? A parrot? Hide em! Quick! Go! Run! Hurry up! Run! What're ya waiting for?"Įd: "Hide what? Wait! Where! What?!?"Įddy: "Numbskull." "Aw come on Mom, not that! Wait! I need this stuff!" "Geez."Įddy: "Quit lying around, Double D! My mom's cleaning out my room, and she's making me throw out all my cool stuff!" "But luckily, I was able to save the–" "–magazines."Įd: "I hid them, Eddy! They're snug as a bug on a rug in a jug by a slug in–"Įdd: "How you managed in one fell swoop to make a mockery of the laws of physics is–"Įddy: "Outta the way, Sockhead! Get back there." "You hid em good, right Ed? In a safe place where no one will find them?"Įddy: "You forget? Whaddya mean you forget! My brother gave me those magazines!"Įd: "The number you are dialing is not in service."Įdd: "I suppose one man's treasure is another man's trash. It's stuck, Double D!" Įdd: "Just relax your fingers, Ed." Įdd: "It's just a bowling ball Ed, calm down." Shall we try again?"Įdd: "Ready, set, go!" Įd: "Uh oh. Ready, set, go!"Įdd: "Ed, you weren't paying attention, were you? We need to drop our objects at the same time. Now, Ed, when I say go, release the ball. Objects of different masses do fall at the same rate! Isn't that amazing! Ahem. Edd: "This is one of my favorites, Ed! Note: one small object and one large object."Įdd: "Now, and this is the riveting part, if we drop both objects, in unison, that's at the same time, Ed, one would assume the larger object would land first! Au contraire.