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Billy was at his house, playing with Grim's scythe. He was golfing, using the scythe as a club and some apples as balls. Billy whacked an apple with the scythe and knocked down a picture on the wall.
"Oh, he nailed that one!" Billy exclaimed. He prepared to swing the scythe again. "All Billy needs is one more shot and he'll win the Continental Breakfast Golf Tournament."
Billy whacked another apple just as Harold entered the room. It nailed him on the forehead and knocked him over.
"DAD!" Billy yelled. He rushed over to Harold with the scythe in his hand, his worry turning to anger. "YOU JUST MADE ME LOSE THE TOURNAMENT!"
The force of Billy's yelling blew his dad across the room. Harold got up and walked over to his son.
"Look, Billy, I'm going underwear shopping for a couple of hours so while I'm gone, you'll be the man of the house and I suggest you act like it!" Harold said sternly, grabbing the scythe and sticking it in an umbrella stand.
"Man of the house? Does that mean I get to wear your lucky pants?" Billy asked excitedly.
"No, I'm the one who wears the pants in this family. You just keep an eye on things while I'm gone." Harold left the house through the front door. A second later, he stuck his head back in and angrily added, "AND KEEP YOUR FILTHY MITTS OFF MY PANTS!" before slamming the door shut.
Billy stared blankly. "So…that's a yes?"
Billy rushed into Harold's bedroom and took a giant pair of plaid orange pants out of his closet. After putting them on, he started fooling around and while doing so, he tripped on a Sassy Cat doll and fell through a banister. He screamed until his underwear got caught by the scythe's blade and made the scythe bend and pop out of the umbrella stand, dropping him to the floor. When the scythe landed, its blade tore a hole in the pants and got stuck in them. Billy stood up and saw the damage.
"AAAHHH! DAD'S PANTS! What do I do? Dad's gonna sell my organs if he finds out I ripped his lucky pants!" Billy panicked. He became determined. "There's only one group of kids who can help me now."
In Peach Creek, the Eds were hosting their own problem-solving service. They were in Eddy's garage and there was a sign over it that said 'Ed's Pesky Problem Fixers'. Eddy was at a desk, looking bored as he waited by a telephone, Edd was at another desk, using a typewriter and Ed was mopping up a puddle of his own drool. Suddenly, the phone rang.
"Hello!" Ed exclaimed as Eddy picked it up.
"Ed, Edd 'n Eddy's Pesky Problem Fixers!" Eddy greeted. Ed and Edd stopped what they were doing to listen to the call. "Got a problem that's pesky? We'll fix 'er for just one lousy quarter."
"But I'm bro..." Billy, who was on the other line, began to protest. He dug inside Harold's pants pocket and by dumb luck, he found a quarter. "Wait! I got one!"
"Great! What's your name, kid?"
"Billy."
"And where are you from?"
"Endsville."
"An outta-towner, huh? We're on our way!" Eddy hung up the phone and faced Ed and Edd. "We're in luck, guys! We got a customer!"
In the briefing room at Sector V's treehouse, Numbuhs 1-5 were having a meeting.
"Good morning, team," Numbuh 1 greeted. "I'll start today's debriefing by saying..." He suddenly spaced out. "...I think we just dodged a bullet."
His teammates stared at him confusedly.
"What kinda bullet?" Numbuh 2 asked.
"It's as if some halfwit kid from Endsville needed a group of kids to help him solve a problem and they were going to turn him down and have him call us because he didn't have a quarter but then, he found one at the last second and now, he's their problem and not ours," Numbuh 1 explained.
"That means one less kid we get to help," Numbuh 3 said.
"Well, if he's from Endsville, then Numbuh 5's glad he ain't our problem," Numbuh 5 commented.
"Yeah, we lucked out," Numbuh 4 agreed. "I wonder what poor suckers are stuck with him now."