Oh, how I hate that dastardly cephalopod! Cooking Cousin Earl like that was just mean. Hopefully now that he’s “wanted”, someone will find him, right bro.
Yeah . . . although Cousin Earl did taste pretty good . . . but that’s not the point, is it? Let’s see what these critters have brought in. They’re all lookin’ for reward money.
Everyone is lookin’ for reward money.
Oh, hey Kirby. Did you find Eggy for us?
Hiiiiiiii . . . .
Kirby! That’s not Eggy; that’s deodrant! Silly Kirby! Next . . . (We’re in for a long, but nice day).
Hey Toads! It’s me! Bob! I found the little scoundrel! Now pay up mushroom dudes!
Bob has captured something.
Sorry Bob that’s not Eggy either. It’s a little purple octopus. Geez, what’s the matter with everybody today?
Hello Toads! It’s-a-mia! Mario! I-a-found the criminal for you!
I-a-found the little fella.
Uhhhh, I don’t think so Mario. Eggy isn’t a piece of paper (and if he was, he’d be coloured better). Move along you moustached Italian dude!
Oh no, Kirby is back . . . Kirby, Eggy is a name and not an actual egg. That’s just a water bottle; and just because there’s an egg on it doesn’t mean it’s Eggy.
Hiiiiii . . .
Kirby, go home! Next!
Hulk found Eggy! Give Hulk moo-lah!
Hmmmm, sorry Hulk. That’s not that a dastradly cephalopod. It’s a purple octopus. No moo-lah for you.
Hulk find Eggy
Grrrr! Hulk Smash! Ahhhhh!
Hey there strong guys. I found this little striped guy. Is this your Eggy?
Hey fellas . . .
Hmmm Lady, its the right colour but it looks too small . . .
The right colours, but too small . . .
Oh please call me Octavia. You fungi are such polite little fellas.
Gee thanks Miss Octavia.
Hmmmm, this lady looks familiar . . . Wonder how she looks without her hat . . .
What’s under this hat . . . a bowler!
Aha! Eggy! I knew it!
******1 hour later******
I’m so glad we found that Eggy, bro.
It sure was nice to collect the reward money too.
So glad we found that Eggy
Whhaaa! My poor doodle!
Whaaa, my doodle!
That’ll teach that dastardly cephalopod from fooling us.
We did it!
That’s right bro. No one pulls the wool over our eyes. Get it: we’re made of wool . . . ha, ha!