Still dizzy from clocks that melted, fish with legs, and staircases that led nowhere, the eggs now tiptoed through velvet darkness and echoing crypts. Bats flapped like applause overhead, a pipe organ played itself, and nobody offered garlic at dinner. Can these angry eggs hold their yolk in a land of shadows... or be scrambled by the "vampires"?
Still dizzy from clocks that melted, fish with legs, and staircases that led nowhere, the eggs now tiptoed through velvet darkness and echoing crypts. Bats flapped like applause overhead, a pipe organ played itself, and nobody offered garlic at dinner. Can these angry eggs hold their yolk in a land of shadows... or be scrambled by the "vampires"?