Furious Squirrel rushed down a street and skidded around a corner, slid into a wall, bounced off, and continued running.
"Stop you!" He ran after a man who had stolen a woman's purse.
The man wasn't looking as he ran around another corner and bounced off a gate strung between two buildings.
Furious found him and blasted him with his ray gun. He had it set to stun and it produced a wider beam that neutralized the villain.
Panting from exhaustion, Furious leaned over the idiot and grabbed the purse. "That's what you get for messing with me. Sheesh, that was a lot of running." He scanned the man with his BADGE comm unit and sent off an arrest order for the local police.
"What the?" He noticed a shiny white egg on the ground near the man. Picking it up, he realized what this was. "Oh, no. Not again."
Flower petals rained down around him, and he had just begun to yell, "No!" When he was transported away.
"No!" He finished his yell when he found himself standing in a colorful wonderland of Easter decor. A white bunny rushed over to him and bounced around him in a continuous circle.
"Oh, hello Furious, been a while. This is so exciting. You found your fist egg. Great, awesomesauce, and all that."
Furious held out the egg, "Here. I have to get this..."
EB snatched the egg and said, "Good. We're gonna need loads of these. Hey, I didn't know you were into Chanel handbags. I mean, you don't strike me as the type. But, hey, each to his or her own."
"This bag is not mine!" Furious was furious.
"This belongs to a lady who needs it back pron-to. It has her meds in it."
"Oh, oopsie. So, here's a new basket, and you just keep finding eggs."
Furious was handed a frilly basket and be-fore he could protest, he was zapped back to Neo Utopia.
"EB!" He growled and then got his bearings and ran back to the woman on the park bench who needed her bag back.
Furious had the brilliant idea to find as many eggs as he could before the end of the season this time. Now that he was aware it was the Easter Town time of year, why not enjoy it. Besides, even though EB can be a bit of a spaz, he is nice and makes great chocolate.
Flying down on his steampunk jet pack, Furious landed right near a man holding up a woman at a gas station at midnight. He gave off a good blast from his stun gun and the man went down. He saved the woman, marked the man for police pick-up, and then searched for eggs. There were no eggs.
"Is this thing not working?" He shook the basket around that he was force to carry to make the eggs appear.
"Mr. Squirrel, is something wrong?" The po-lice, who had arrived while he was searching, asked.
"Oh, just trying to find eggs." Furious said and then walked away while the police and woman, and culprit, all wondered about his sanity.
"EB!" Furious called out.
Flower petals and boom, he was back at the Easter Town, which always seemed to be sun-ny. EB bounced around little cute animals who were gathering the found eggs and preparing tables. He zipped over to Furious and smiled.
"You called?"
Furious held up the basket. "This things bro-ken."
EB jumped up, grabbed the basket, and then looked it over almost like he were examining a car engine. "It looks fine. Whats the problem?" "I haven't found any eggs? Just that first one. I thought about bringing some eggs from the store. I got a costco account, I can get you loads of eggs at a great price."
"No no no no. These eggs aren't just eggs, they are magical, morphonical eggs of my own power. They are made by the happy dreams and sweet smiles of children throughout the year, going unseen until the basket is present and a hero does a good deed. You do any good deeds?"
Furious said, "I've stopped five muggers, a bank robber, and pulled a woman out of a burning car. Do those count?"
EB nodded, "Sure do. You look for the eggs afterward?"
"Every time. I look like an idiot scouring the ground for eggs while people are being processed by police or EMTs."
"Odd." EB rushed away and then came back with what looked like a kids computer tablet, it was egg shaped and colorful with a small screen on it. He flicked through menus with a furry paw. "Would you look at that. No eggs from New Utopia since that first one you brought. What is the deal with that?"
Furious Squirrel looked down at the digital map of the city, which showed one white dot in the alley area where he found that first one.
"Are they not there?"
EB said, "Oh, they are everywhere. They materialize when heroes use their morphons for good deeds..."
"Okay, that's the sugar coated version. Do they only show up where heroes work, or can other people see them?"
EB hopped around stroking his chin, "Well, they are concentration of morphonic particles at an epicenter of hyper morphon activity caused by stress to the sub-space morphon barrier in the epizones of the fourth dimension of theoretical space. I used my own morphonic abilities to cause them form the eggs so they can create fractures in the morphonic continuum while retaining an ovoid shape to contain the power without contaminating it with any errant nanoparticles."
Furious blinked a few times and then said, "Uh.... what?"
EB stopped and responded, "What I am say-ing is that they are there, and visible due to a process I created. But, if someone had morphonic abilities, they might be able to see them through other methods. Since these eggs are pure forms of morphons, they could be attrac-tive to bad guys. Egg shaped things are really cool, as you know, so people always want to find them."
"Could they use them for nefarious deeds?" Furious asked.
"I suppose. It'd be like a battery. It's like a battery, but in a raygun, it can be dangerous, in an electric toothbrush, it's oral hygiene."
"So, someone might have been collecting them and I need to find out if they are good or bad?"
"Sounds like a plan."
Furious asked, "Any idea where I should start?"
"Nope. Good luck." EB clapped his paws together and Furious zapped away.
(To be continued...)
Continue the Story
"Stop you!" He ran after a man who had stolen a woman's purse.
The man wasn't looking as he ran around another corner and bounced off a gate strung between two buildings.
Furious found him and blasted him with his ray gun. He had it set to stun and it produced a wider beam that neutralized the villain.
Panting from exhaustion, Furious leaned over the idiot and grabbed the purse. "That's what you get for messing with me. Sheesh, that was a lot of running." He scanned the man with his BADGE comm unit and sent off an arrest order for the local police.
"What the?" He noticed a shiny white egg on the ground near the man. Picking it up, he realized what this was. "Oh, no. Not again."
Flower petals rained down around him, and he had just begun to yell, "No!" When he was transported away.
"No!" He finished his yell when he found himself standing in a colorful wonderland of Easter decor. A white bunny rushed over to him and bounced around him in a continuous circle.
"Oh, hello Furious, been a while. This is so exciting. You found your fist egg. Great, awesomesauce, and all that."
Furious held out the egg, "Here. I have to get this..."
EB snatched the egg and said, "Good. We're gonna need loads of these. Hey, I didn't know you were into Chanel handbags. I mean, you don't strike me as the type. But, hey, each to his or her own."
"This bag is not mine!" Furious was furious.
"This belongs to a lady who needs it back pron-to. It has her meds in it."
"Oh, oopsie. So, here's a new basket, and you just keep finding eggs."
Furious was handed a frilly basket and be-fore he could protest, he was zapped back to Neo Utopia.
"EB!" He growled and then got his bearings and ran back to the woman on the park bench who needed her bag back.
Furious had the brilliant idea to find as many eggs as he could before the end of the season this time. Now that he was aware it was the Easter Town time of year, why not enjoy it. Besides, even though EB can be a bit of a spaz, he is nice and makes great chocolate.
Flying down on his steampunk jet pack, Furious landed right near a man holding up a woman at a gas station at midnight. He gave off a good blast from his stun gun and the man went down. He saved the woman, marked the man for police pick-up, and then searched for eggs. There were no eggs.
"Is this thing not working?" He shook the basket around that he was force to carry to make the eggs appear.
"Mr. Squirrel, is something wrong?" The po-lice, who had arrived while he was searching, asked.
"Oh, just trying to find eggs." Furious said and then walked away while the police and woman, and culprit, all wondered about his sanity.
"EB!" Furious called out.
Flower petals and boom, he was back at the Easter Town, which always seemed to be sun-ny. EB bounced around little cute animals who were gathering the found eggs and preparing tables. He zipped over to Furious and smiled.
"You called?"
Furious held up the basket. "This things bro-ken."
EB jumped up, grabbed the basket, and then looked it over almost like he were examining a car engine. "It looks fine. Whats the problem?" "I haven't found any eggs? Just that first one. I thought about bringing some eggs from the store. I got a costco account, I can get you loads of eggs at a great price."
"No no no no. These eggs aren't just eggs, they are magical, morphonical eggs of my own power. They are made by the happy dreams and sweet smiles of children throughout the year, going unseen until the basket is present and a hero does a good deed. You do any good deeds?"
Furious said, "I've stopped five muggers, a bank robber, and pulled a woman out of a burning car. Do those count?"
EB nodded, "Sure do. You look for the eggs afterward?"
"Every time. I look like an idiot scouring the ground for eggs while people are being processed by police or EMTs."
"Odd." EB rushed away and then came back with what looked like a kids computer tablet, it was egg shaped and colorful with a small screen on it. He flicked through menus with a furry paw. "Would you look at that. No eggs from New Utopia since that first one you brought. What is the deal with that?"
Furious Squirrel looked down at the digital map of the city, which showed one white dot in the alley area where he found that first one.
"Are they not there?"
EB said, "Oh, they are everywhere. They materialize when heroes use their morphons for good deeds..."
"Okay, that's the sugar coated version. Do they only show up where heroes work, or can other people see them?"
EB hopped around stroking his chin, "Well, they are concentration of morphonic particles at an epicenter of hyper morphon activity caused by stress to the sub-space morphon barrier in the epizones of the fourth dimension of theoretical space. I used my own morphonic abilities to cause them form the eggs so they can create fractures in the morphonic continuum while retaining an ovoid shape to contain the power without contaminating it with any errant nanoparticles."
Furious blinked a few times and then said, "Uh.... what?"
EB stopped and responded, "What I am say-ing is that they are there, and visible due to a process I created. But, if someone had morphonic abilities, they might be able to see them through other methods. Since these eggs are pure forms of morphons, they could be attrac-tive to bad guys. Egg shaped things are really cool, as you know, so people always want to find them."
"Could they use them for nefarious deeds?" Furious asked.
"I suppose. It'd be like a battery. It's like a battery, but in a raygun, it can be dangerous, in an electric toothbrush, it's oral hygiene."
"So, someone might have been collecting them and I need to find out if they are good or bad?"
"Sounds like a plan."
Furious asked, "Any idea where I should start?"
"Nope. Good luck." EB clapped his paws together and Furious zapped away.
(To be continued...)
