This is when the journey begins in Weekenders in Ed, Edd, n' Eddy's Big Picture Show.

[A giant stack of items moves across the desert. On top is Rolf, directing it; on bottom, Wilfred, tugging it. Rolf is following a trail of footprints; one foot was in a shoe, while the other was bare. Suddenly, he spots a glint of metal up ahead, and he leaps off.]

Rolf: "We must not be seen, as the Ed-boys will surely flee, Wilfred! Lay low, and follow Rolf's posterior."

[The two creep up on the rock. Suddenly, Rolf leaps out and brandishes his pitchfork.]


[Rolf begins to pant. He then looks around and realizes that there's nobody there.]

Rolf: "The Ed-boys think they have played Rolf as a phony baloney. But they have yet to feel the wrath of this SON OF A SHEPHERD!"

[Rolf takes out a key and unlocks a suitcase. He takes another box out and opens it, revealing six eggs. He takes one out and looks around. Spotting the steaming engine, Rolf cracks the egg on it; the egg begins to fry. He then walks over to one of the seats and takes out a canteen. Rolf opens the canteen and pours oil out of it, onto the seat. Once the canteen is empty, he throws it and the cork over his shoulder. The cork lodges in Wilfred's nose, and the pig begins to snort.]

Rolf: "Wilfred! You interrupt Rolf's study! Do you think this is party time for 1999? No!"

[Rolf turns back to the chair. Taking out a muffin, he proceeds to dab it in the oil. He then looks at it.]

Rolf: "Ah ha."

[The egg finishes cooking, and Rolf picks it up. He then proceeds to lay it on top of the muffin. Suddenly, Wilfred rams him from behind. Rolf drops the muffin, and Wilfred scrambles over and eats it.]

Rolf: "Wilfred! Has your thinkbox collapsed? Do not eat Rolf's tell-all! Back, I say!"

[Wilfred suddenly charges forward, pushing Rolf backwards.]

Rolf: "Wait–Wilfred, no!" [He slams into the car's trunk.] "Accursed swine! Consider yourself stricken from the annual son-of-a-shepherd custard bake-off!"

[He notices the "Out of Order" label Edd stuck on the trunk. Peeling it off, he has Wilfred sniff it to get the scent.]

Rolf: "We'll have the Ed-boys on a spit by nightfall!"

[The Eds are tromping through a grassy field.]

Ed: "Can your brother send me brain waves too, Eddy?"

Eddy: "If only you had a brain, Ed."

Ed: "C'mon, Eddy, have a heart!"

Edd: "Courage, courage Eddward."

[They come to a gate marking off private property.]

Eddy: "Yee-haw!"

Tupu: Yeah-HOO!!

Trevor: Yeah-hey!

[Eddy kicks the gate open, and he and Ed enter. Edd hesitates.]

Edd: [gasping] "Private property? Um, fellows!"

[He waits for his friends to come back. When they don't, he crosses the line.]

Edd: "Wait! Stop!" [He shuts the gate.] "Come back! We're trespassing!"

Eddy: "Trespass, schmespass. It's a shortcut." [They enter a field of cows.]

Ed: "Look, guys! Moo-moos there! Moo-moos everywhere!"

Eddy: "My bro's got a billion cows. A regular stampede of em."

[A crowd of flies settles above Ed's head. He approaches Eddy.]

Ed: "Your brother's got moo-moos, Eddy?"

[Eddy waves the flies away. Edd joins them.]

Edd: "Haven't we poked and prodded fate enough for one day, Eddy?" [whispering] "I'm frightened."

Eddy: "Poor little ol' Sockhead. You're so neeve."

Edd: "I think you mean naive, Eddy."

Eddy: "That too. My big bro would never let anything happen to me, and I'll tell you what–I'll put in a good word for you two."

Edd: "Thank you Eddy! Your brother certainly is a kind, upstanding and generous human being."

Ed: [joyful] "He's got moo-moos, Double D!"

Edd: "Yes, well...what's our estimated time of arrival to your brother's sanctuary, Eddy?"

Eddy: "Beats me. I don't know where he lives."

[Edd stops dead. Once he absorbs this, he runs to catch up to them.]

Edd: [astounded] "Pardon? Are you saying all this time you've been leading us to nowhere?"

Eddy: "Nope. I'm taking you to my bro's house, smart guy. You just have to figure out where it is."

Ed: "Oh, let me, Eddy! I have a good figure."

[Edd clutches his forehead. Ed dives into the grass and leaps out of it.]

Ed: "The hills are alive, Eddy!"

Eddy: "Yeah, with the sounds of an idiot."

Edd: [stepping in front of them] "Hold it right there! We're not taking one more step until we deduce the whereabouts of your brother, Eddy!"

Eddy: [smug] "Forget to pay the brain bill?"

Edd: "But Eddy, your brother's always been somewhat of an enigma! I've got nothing to go on!" [Eddy walks past.]

Eddy: "Better hurry up, big bro's a-waitin."

Ed: [grabbing Eddy] "Oh oh Eddy! Do you think I could get your brother's autograph?"

Eddy: [taking out his wallet] "Ta-da!" [He shows off a postcard.] "Like this one?"

Ed: [awed] "Eddy's brother's autograph!" [He takes the card.] "Thank you."

Eddy: "Give it back, Ed! My brother sent me that postcard! You're gonna wreck it!"

Ed: "Autograph, Eddy!"

Eddy: "I'll autograph your head with my foot! Gimme it!" [Edd takes it from Ed.]

Ed: "Dive, captain, dive!"

Edd: "A postcard? This could provide the very clue we need!" [He examines it closely.]

Eddy: "Hey! Gimme that!"

Edd: "A postmark should lead us directly to–drat! It's illegible!" [The postmark is smeared.]

Eddy: [taking his postcard back] "Gah! You probably smudged it."

[Edd spots Ed drawing on a cow.]

Edd: "May I borrow this Ed?" [He takes the crayon.] "Thank you!"

[Edd rushes away. Eddy meanwhile tucks his postcard back into his wallet. Suddenly, an udder slams into his face.]

Ed: [showing off his artwork] "Look, Eddy! A picture for Eddy's Brother! Do you think he'll like it?"

Eddy: "Um...hey, Sockhead, where'd ya go?" [He looks for Edd. He finds Edd sticking leaves to a spiderweb.]

Edd: "Eddy! I've found the link to key communitives we have with your brother! Among those, his shuddersome stink bomb recipes, his heinous hot sauces, oh and my favorite, malicious misleading treasure maps, together with other contentious callous cons, lead me to suspect your brother's quite the jokester."

Eddy: "You better believe it! He's the king, baby!" [Eddy twangs Edd's nose.]

Edd: "Yes, well, where could one groom this tendency to pranks and puerile practical jokes?"

[A memory hits Ed.]

Ed: "I got it! It says so on my comic book!" [He sticks it to the web.] "Pranks and puerile practical jokes at the Lemon Brook Gag Factory."

Edd: "That's quite a coincidence."

Eddy: [tearing the comic away] "Lemon Brook? Bunch of mascot-hating, lemon-sucking–" [Ed takes his comic back.]

Ed: "Uh-uh, Eddy, no autograph, no comic book."

Edd: "That's it, Eddy! Your brother may very well work there! Or at the very least, be a regular customer!"

Eddy: "I bet he's there right now!"

Ed: "Oh boy oh boy, I forget what we're doing!"

[Eddy looks disgusted.]