Are You Trying to Boil Me in Here?

From the steamy chaos of bath time, the Angry Eggs found themselves fresh and clean adrift at sea. They scowled at crashing waves, glared at gulls circling overhead, and nearly cracked when a salty spray splashed across their shells. As the winds howled and the waters churned, the Angry Eggs prepared to face the high seas with all the fury of a storm... or sink into egg-streme mayhem!

Wicked good!