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Easter bunnyland 🐰 🥚 🐇 🌼

Happy Easter! Here, have a Frank.

I will be hiding him in my next few posts this week, let me know in the comments if you find him!

Happy trans day to my fellow trans people!

Oh yeah, I guess it's Easter too. 🤷

Egg hunt: can you find the hidden frank?

Flower Bunny is coming! Get the eggs!

Hickory and Flower Bunny are fights over a Eggs!

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Winner, Flower Bunny! Eggs are not easily obtained...

Hickory, but today is the day of egg hunt, not egg fight day.

That’s all folks. Thank you!　

Easter Time with The Chestertons

"Something smells absolutely rank, Jet. Is the plumbing screwed up?"

Jet eyed Faye suspiciously. "Did you screw the plumbing up somehow, Faye?"

"Me?! I'm the one telling you about the problem!"

"Haven't you ever heard of the saying 'he who smelt it dealt it' Faye?" Spike teased as he came into the room, shirtless, puffing on a cigarette with more gusto than usual.

"I didn't do anything!" Faye protested crankily. "It might not even be the plumbing - it smells like something DIED. There's rats on board, right? Maybe we trapped one somehow."

Basking in the cloud of nicotine and tobacco, Spike's eyes got wide. "Wait - when's the last time anyone saw Ed or Ein?"

Faye's face, already pale, drained of color. "Oh no - you don't think..."

Rolling his eyes, Jet got to his feet from the chair he'd been in while stitching up one of Spike's shirts. Somehow the other man was always getting his clothing torn or worse. Throwing the repaired article at his half dressed partner, Jet shook his head at Spike and Faye.

"Ed was just in here, asking if I had any more candy baskets stashed away." He assured his comrades. "And I made her promise not to share any of the chocolate with Ein so I'm positive we're not smelling dead dog either."

Faye snatched Spike's cigarette from his mouth before plopping down on the couch and crossing her legs. Inhaling and exhaling several times, she sighed in relief as the smoke filled her nose.

"Geez, Faye, at least smoke properly! You're just wasting it to cover that smell aren't you?" Spike whined as he climbed onto the couch on his knees to try wrangling his stolen smoke from his shipmate.

"Lay off, lunkhead!" Faye squawked, gritting her teeth to hold the filter of the cigarette firmly in place as she batted back at Spike's attempts to retrieve his property. "Light another! I can smell that nastiness still!"

Yawning hugely, with chocolate smeared on her face and stained on her fingers, Ed wandered into the room from the laundry area of the ship.

"What ruckus! Such haze! What's got the Bebop in such a crotchety daze?"

Using the foot of the leg she'd had crossed on top to now keep Spike at bay by pressing it firmly against Spike's still shirtless chest - as he had pointedly ignored his fixed garment when Jet had tossed it at him, resulting in the fabric drifting to the floor - Faye sucked too hard on the cigarette and started coughing while trying to speak.

"Can't *hack* *hack* you *wheeze* smell the *cough cough* problem?!"

Ed closed her eyes and took a big whiff of the air, turning side to side. A blush formed on her face as she opened her eyes back up. The others, recognizing a sign of guilt when it was on display, all paused in their feuding - or in Jet's case his attempt at ignoring the childishness of his partners - to stare at Ed accusingly.

"Ed? Do you know anything about the smell?" Jet asked in a voice that made it clear he knew she held the answer and had better be truthful.

"Weeeell... Ed had done some research about Easter after Jet-person gave out candy baskets..." The hacker admitted, twisting back and forth in place as she spoke. "None of it makes sense, especially not the zombie god parts... But aside from the candy, Ed really liked the idea of an egg hunt! So... Ed used the eggs from Papa and made them pretty like in the pictures and then hid them for Bebop to find!" She finished with a cheer, grinning hugely.

"Ed... We saw your dad well before Easter. It's been at least two weeks since we were on Earth!" Spike exclaimed.

The young girl shrugged carelessly. "Easter was over by the time Ed got the idea. The eggs are in hiding for next year's hunt!"

"Oh hell no," Faye said flatly. "We are not letting those eggs decompose."

Spike gave up on getting his cigarette back from her - it was nearly to the filter anyway - and sat heavily next to her instead. Pulling a crumpled up package of cigarettes from his pants pocket he wordlessly offered one to her and flicked one over to Jet as well before lighting a new one for himself.

"Decomposition has definitely set in. That smell implies a level of goop I ain't trying to take care of." He grumbled.

Jet let his head drop to his chest and took a deep breath, immediately regretting what he'd done when he gagged from the odor in the air, then hastily sparked up before lifting his face to give his attention back to Ed.

"Okay kid, here's the deal." He spoke around the cigarette. "You shouldn't be in this noxious cloud and we can't have those eggs stinking up the ship. That means you've got a very important mission that requires the utmost haste."

Snapping to attention, Ed gazed at him with wide eyes. "Ooh la la, a job for Edward!"

"Utmost haste means get started already!" Jet yelled as gently as he could manage.

Cackling madly, Ed dashed towards the kitchen, returning empty handed an instant later. "What's the prize for winning the egg hunt? Ed will find the most!"

"The prize?! You'll be lucky if you get any candy between now and next year!" Jet bellowed. "And you have to find ALL the eggs, Ed! Not most! All of them!"

Ed looked briefly thoughtful. "That's not much of a prize," She mused. "Maybe Ed will remember all the hiding spots better if the prize gets improved!" Nodding to emphasize her point, she whirled around to head back into the kitchen to start her recovery mission.

Eyebrow twitching, Jet turned his glare on the pair on the couch who were hardly visible through the smoke cloud. "You hear that? It's thanks to you bozos that she's learning to haggle and barter, you know!"

Spike merely closed his eyes and leaned his head back on the back of the couch, cigarette dangling precariously from his lips.

Faye had a healthy glare of her own to send right back at Jet. "Well we weren't the ones who gave her a basket of chocolate and filled her head with goofy ideas about archaic nonsensical holidays!"

Jet's glare faltered at Faye's logic but he didn't want to give into her. They stayed in a stare down for several long moments, neither noticing the approach of Ein as the data dog came into the living room. The corgi looked around curiously at the three adults before deciding to get their attention by passing gas loudly and, before that new scent could reach their noses, horking up a portion of painted eggshell, bile, and discolored egg bits right onto Spike's discarded shirt.

"Argh!!" The cry came up from all three adults at once as a mad scramble ensued to flee the living room.

"Ed!!! Throw out that shirt too!" Jet shouted over his shoulder as he pushed and shoved at Spike and Faye in an attempt to escape out the round doorway which wasn't designed for three adults to fit through at once. Fortunately the urgency propelling them along proved enough to get them all away to safety and fresh air.

Ed abandoned her search to make her way back to the living room from the kitchen, wrinkling her nose as she caught a whiff of Ein's mess. He was snuffling at the shirt as if thinking of trying to consume the debris again.

"Ein, no!" Ed shrieked. She was immune to a lot of disgusting things but some stuff crossed even a line for her. Huffing in momentary irritation, she hurried out into the living room to gather up the offending shirt. Staring down at Ein she flashed him a smile. "Well, even if you found one of the eggs, Ed is still gonna find the most and win!"

Ein looked at her and then casually puked some more.

Exasperated, Ed stared at the new mess. "Eiiiiiiin!" She cried. "How many of Ed's super secret hiding spots did you fiiiiind?!"