Searching for a Bad Egg

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?

Uh-huh! Hiiiii!

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!

Oh-no!

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!

Game Freak

Hey bro,  check out this electronic machine.   It looks kinda future-ish.

Umm . . .  Bro maybe we should just leave it alone. We kinda have bad luck with machines.  Remeber last week’s fiasco with the vacuum?  Remember?  All the pain?

 Yeah maybe . . . Hey! Controllers! It’s a video game! Yay!

Controllers! Video games! Yay!

I’m all tingly in my happy place . . . quick, let’s put a game on.  🙂

TMI dude.  T-M-I . . . .**shakes head in exasperation**

Zoo-wee mama, check out all the games!  Which one should we choose bro?

Hmmm . . . how ’bout this one . . . Mario Kart . . . hmm, remember that Italian fella we knew back home?  Wasn’t his name Mario?  Didn’t he have a brother . . . .what was his name?  Louie something . . .

Hey bro, it’s us!!  There’s a cute Toad on the screen!  We’re famous bro!!

Look at me bro!  I’m driving.   Hee, hee . . . this is a lot of fun 🙂

I'm driving!

Heeeeeeeyyyy little mushroom dudes, can I play too?

Can I play too?

What?!  Eggy?!!  No way!

You’re one evil cephalopod!   You’re too dastardly to play our ol’ video game . . .

Waaaah,   you’re both so mean to me  . . . waaaaah . . .  You’ll be sorry . . . . **sob, sob**

Waaaah . . . .!

Come on bro let’s keep playing . . .

Hey! What happened to the game?  Where did all the pictures go?

This device will self-destruct . . .

Uh-oh!  That doesn’t look good . . . !!  Why does this keep happening to us . . . ?!!

Hold me bro, I’m scared!

Oh no! This isn't good!

KABOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMM!

Kaboom!

Ack!  My head . . . Bro, why is your arm on my head?!  Bro, where are you?!  Bro!!! Ahhhhhhh!!

Ahhhhh!

Mwahahahahaha! I win! I win!

I win!

Little do those spore heads know that I am handy with a screw driver . . . I knew they wouldn’t let me play.  Luckily I prepared for such a response.

Tampering with the console

Hee, hee . . . . aren’t I a scamp?