"One, two! Come on dorks, harder!!!"

Kevin's voice rang out and pierced the morning air with its sharpness. Ed, Edd, and Eddy were doing what Peach Creek Jr. High called callisthenic exercises. The idea was that when children exercise before their studies, it caused their blood to flow, woke them up, and, therefore, made them perform better at school.

Whatever they chose to call it, Eddy still thought of it as stupid. He was tired, and although he had no choice in going to school, his mother would have it in for him if he didn't, he felt it ridiculous that they were forced to be submitted to further torture by use of early morning exercises. The worst thing about it was the fact that Kevin was left in charge of the boys and domineered over them with all the smugness he could hold in his ugly head.

While Eddy's feelings about the whole situation were dreary, Edd's, called Double-D by his chums, predicament was even more pitiful. He wasn't terribly strong and his arms felt like yarn every time he came down from a push-up. Of course, there was also the added torment that Marie Kanker was standing at the other side of the gym, observing him with affection and hooting at him whenever she got the chance.

After what seemed like an infinite amount of time, Kevin finally hollered, "All right dorks! Get in the locker-room!"

Eddy appreciatively cantered towards the locker-room, followed by Ed, and, barely, Double-D.

"All right, boys, we need new ideas to get some cash," Eddy proclaimed, as soon as they were inside.

"Eeeep," Double-D gasped as he attempted to change his clothes.

"Gravy and buttered-toast," Ed replied, enthusiastically.

"Come on! We need some money!" Eddy snapped as they walked out.

"Eddy, wait!" Double-D cried, struggling with his shirt, which was stubbornly resisting his tugs.

"No can do, Sockhead. I gotta brainstorm," Eddy said, unsympathetically.

Double-D quickly pulled on his shirt some more and was finally able to yank it over his head. He was finished and dashed out the door after Eddy. While doing so, he nearly ran into Sarah who was walking with a book on her head.

"Oh, pardon me," Double-D pointed out, skillfully avoiding a collision by twisting around.

"Watch it!" Sarah growled.

Eddy looked at her and smirked.

"What the heck are you doing? Trying to shrink your head?" He asked.

Sarah's face turned red and an explosion seemed inevitable but just then Jimmy walked in front of her.

"Remember, Sarah, you have to keep your poise," He pointed out, fretfully.

Sarah remembered and calmly remarked, "No, Eddy, I'm practicing for the Miss Beautiful pageant. Jimmy's my coach and I gotta work on my posture."

After thinking for a little while, she added," And you're an idiot."

"What is the Miss Beautiful Pageant?" Double-D asked.

"Why it's a contest to see which girl is the most special," Jimmy exclaimed "All of the girls are entering, well, except for Marie Kanker. Look, here's the poster!"

The Eds read it, but for Eddy, the rest of the information went blank the moment his eyes landed on the 1st prize reward.

"One-hundred bucks?!" He hollered incredulously "And a fifty dollar gift certificate to the candy store?!"

"Too bad you're not girls!" Sarah said, smugly as she and Jimmy walked away.

Double-D turned towards Eddy and noticed a gleam entering his eyes.

"Eddy, might I remind you of the fiasco resulting from the last time we attempted to disguise ourselves as members of the female gender. I believe they would discover such fraud in the competition," Double-D pointed out.

"I wasn't thinking of that, Sockhead!" Eddy cried, feigning offense at the accusation "I was just thinking about that one girl who didn't enter, yet"

Double-D's eyes grew large and he protested, "Eddy, please consider the fact that she will want a payment for her services."

"Well, then, we'll just have to figure out something she really wants," Eddy pointed out, his greed blinding him to the perils of such a proposition.