Edd, as usual, doesn't like anything that can be construed as a sport.
"Oh goody, goody! It's my Freezer Experiment! I wonder where Sarah hid it."
You have something on your head there.
"You look like a lighthouse, Eddy!"
The inside of Eddy's drawer.
The used car salesman disguise never fails!
"Wigs scare me, Double D."
Edd's spillage retainer on Eddy's head.
"I claim this planet in the name of Ed! Bringer of bacon."
"Rolf must see this blemished outcast, yes?"
"ARE WE JUST ABOUT DONE?!"
YAHG-LUAH-GAH! - Rolf expressing his hatred for paparazzi.
Rolf pushing his counter away to reveal his Carbuncle of the Flesh Stew.
Double D grating the turnip while Rolf holds the jar of fish entrails.
Ed "massaging" the squid.
The stew being made in progress.
"Last, we add the Pickled Towel of Mirth and let it simmer for 14 days and 14 nights."
"Away with you, protuberance of the flesh!"
The chicken is really mad now.
And today, Rolf is Dutch.
Toe-mae-toe, toe-mah-toe...wait, does anyone actually say "toe-mah-toe?"
"WHAT HAPPENED TO MY HEAD?!"
"YOU'RE A QUACK! QUACK QUACK QUACK!"