"Well," Ben said, eying the thirty foot Easter egg, "this is certainly turning into one-of-those-days."
Coco sighed, "I suppose we're going to have to handle this..."
Ben kicked a tiny doll on the ground, it was plush and dressed in a green schoolgirl uniform, "and things we're going so normally, too."
The egg monster roared, sporadic groups of people running and screaming, trying to get away or hide. Ben walked over to a glass display case and kicked the glass out of it. He broke off the top metal bar that held the glass in place. He bent the metal bar in half, turned it over, bent it again, turned and bent it again, causing it to break in to two pieces of metal about 3 feet long each. He grabbed a t-shirt from a nearby rack, tore pieces of it off and wrapped them around the bottom five inches or so of the metal bars. He swung around the impromptu weapons, eskrima-style sticks, getting used to the feel and weight of the things.
The egg monster was turning, beginning to move down the aisle in which it formed. Ben moved behind it, getting a view of the monster's behind, seeing it's large floppy feet shuffling it around. Coco was approaching stealthily, moving through the wrecked and empty booths.
Ben charged the monster, quickly moving up behind it, it's oval body arching over him. He launched a few strikes, wriling the bars as smoothly, quickly, and hard as he could. The shell cracked, ruptured, fell off. The monster roared and a bright, glowing, green ooze poured out. Ben hopped up to a table, not wanting it on him, and moved off.
The monster turned and spotted him, growled, he crouched on the table, "Coco! I could use some help here!"
She appeared near him, throwing a curtain open. She moved her hands and fingers in a swift motion, a blue arcane glow emanating from them, an after image of the glow forming a symbol in the air. The two metal pseudo-eskrima sticks began to glow. The straight, blue beams stretched, lengthening to two forty-foot sticks. There was no additional weight, so Ben swung them around easily, clipping off the tops of the nearby booth set ups and creating large rents in the ceiling. Coco lept back, blue sparks coming off of her heels and she skidding out of the range of Ben's weapons, not wanting to get knicked by one of them accidentally.
Ben thrust the two poles forward, poking at the egg monster's eyes, connecting with one of them. The yellow orb exploded, shooting yokey material out in a small fountain. Ben swung the blue sticks, cracking the face and head of the monster, more green ooze splattering out of the cracks and holes. The monster wobbled, tried to roar again but couldn't, Ben whacked the mouth, moving the enchanted sticks around, creating damage all over the giant round shape. It leaned sideways and fell onto its side, smashing into the ground, it's shell crumbling from the impact, sending a torrent of its green innards across the center's floor.
Ben surveyed the place, it's stands and displays were in shambles, glowing green. Coco was crouching on a table near the entrance, but not paying attention to what was behind her. A second growing egg monster was behind her, it wrapped a black hand around her, pinning her arms at her sides, preventing her from using them. As it came to full height, she was squeezed in it's hand, her candy cane legs kicking. Ben moved from table-to-table, the spell on his improvised weapons fading.
The egg monster pulled her top off and chuckled pervishly. Coco recoiled in disgust as the egg monster groped her. It showed it's black tongue and slathered her breasts. Ben growled and threw one of his eskrima display case supports at the egg monster. The weapon so fast it turned into a glowing disc, arcing up and under Coco. The sawing attack hit the monster's hands, crushing the weak material they were made of and releasing the topless, slimy Coco Dynamo. She fell, but moved her hands in thrusting motions around her controlling her fall with arcane energy. She landed on her heels, easily balancing. Ben was beside her, his metal bar weaponry now returned to normal.
"Are you okay, Coco?!" Ben exclaimed, standing beside her.
"I'm fine," she pulled a nearby t-shirt off its rack and wiped herself off then pulled the latex top back together over her breasts, "that was way to creepy."
She was pissed, eying the egg monster with a gaze so intense Ben could swear lasers would shoot out any time. But, she lacked that ability, so she raised her hands and swung them in fast arcs, forming a complex arcane circle in front of her. Circles-within-circles of energy, pointed shapes and runic symbols filling the bordering shapes. She drew back her right hand and thrust it forward, palm open, passing it through the ornate energy circle. A shockwave crushed the egg monster's face, concaving it, decimating the shell's structure in the area. A green, glowing geyser gushed out, the monster fell back and exploded under its own weight, much like the first.
An inch high sea of the stuff was ebbing and sloshing around the floor, congealing quickly, whatever it was. Ben moved across the table tops and display cases, Coco leaping behind him. She was a gazelle, with black plastic hooves and gracefully bound through the wrecked landscape of bent lightsabers, splattered plastic-encased comicbooks, and green stained Pokemons.
They came to the booth that had the nurse selling the cartoony egg toys. It was now devoid of latex clad, blonde attendants, and three eggs were sitting on the ruined tables and cases. One was the size of a person, rocking back-and-forth, growing by inches even as they laid their eyes on it. Ben smashed it with his remaining weapon, bending the material as he did so. Coco picked the other two up, smashing them on the ground below the table on which they stood.
Ben was panting, he looked around and made sure there were no more hidden about them, he turned to Coco and said, "okay, I guess we should mosey."
Coco nodded, "might be kinda hard to explain...well...any of this."
They moved towards the exit, saw some authorities moving in. Coco layered on the panic, "omigod, omigod, egg things, slime! Waahhhgg!"
They were escorted out, moved away from the convention center's entrance, and before they were could be questioned, they disappeared.
In the hotel room, they were leafing through the books they brought with them. Journals and manuals, analyzing the villains they knew existed, especially the ones they encountered and defeated recently, who were still at large.
"The nurse knew who I was and the egg monsters starting attacking after that," Coco said, thinking aloud, "maybe it's someone we ticked off before. I can't really recall a toy-themed baddie we defeated recently."
"Could be," said Ben absentmindedly, only half-hearing her. He had gotten a far off stare in his eyes, looking out the window at something, "or we could be missing a stupefyingly obvious answer," he pointed.
