[verse]
Hello Mister Egg, or are you a Mrs?
I guess that we won't know until you're hatched.
Goodness me, you've got some awfully lengthy legs, haven't you?
Preparing for a race, or just a stroll?

[pre-chorus]
Why are you where you are, though, Mister Egg. (or Mrs)
You seem to be quite deep within a maze. (why oh why)
Are you ok in there, or are you maybe stuck inside the labyrinth,
And why have all the birdies gone away?

[chorus]
Are you a bird? Or maybe are you a lizard?
Or a crocodile, which would happily eat a buzzard?
Maybe you're a giant Eagle, looking bald, but rather proud.
Or maybe you might be a chameleon if that might be allowed.

[verse]
Hello Mister Egg, or are you a Mrs?
I suppose we will just have to wait and see.
Goodness me, you've got some awfully lengthy legs, haven't you
They seem to be for walking, gingerly.

[bridge]
La, La, La, La. Egg, egg, egg, egg
Stuck in a maze with your legs, looking taller than all of the eggs in the nest.
La, La, La, La. Egg, egg, egg, egg
Walking around and inspecting your home, it's no wonder you're needing a rest.

[break]

[chorus]
Are you a bird? Or maybe are you a lizard?
Or a crocodile, which would happily eat a buzzard?
Maybe you're a giant Eagle, looking bald, but rather proud.
Or maybe you might be a chameleon if that might be allowed.

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Saturday Morning

Int. Dave's Games and ScrunchCakes - Saturday Morning

[Dave is frantically stacking boxes, a sheen of sweat on his forehead. Greenie enters, sipping coffee.]

Green: You look like you’ll explode. What happened? Did the arcade machines start demanding residual profits again?
Dave: [Wipes brow with a flour-covered hand] Worse. The Matrix-Mint ScrunchCakes are flying off the shelves! Apparently, they're all the rage with the teenagers.
Green: Matrix-Mint? Seriously? You named a ScrunchCake after a film franchise?
Dave: Don't look at me, it wasn't my doing. I had nothing to do with this. I was too busy yesterday.

[Brian bursts in, looking flustered.]

Brian: Dave, the butcher says he can get no more than 120 Lamb and Mint sausages, and even then it won't be until about 2pm.
Green: Why so many?
Dave: [Beaming] I told you, Greenie, it's the Matrix-Mints. See? Vision! Pure, unadulterated vision! I knew this would be a hit.
Green: [Dryly] You literally just said you had nothing to do with it.
Brian: I just put these things together. They're all Dave's wonderful concoctions.
Green: Are they still bright green?
Brian: Kids love the vibrancy.
Dave: OK, get another few batches of the Cream ScrunchCakes done until we get more of the Lamb and Mint.
Brian: Will do, Davey!

[Brian disappears back into the Kitchen]

Green: [air quotes] "Davey"?
[Dave shrugs]

Girl: Mr. Dave! Can I have a Matrix-Mint ScrunchCake, please? My friend said they’re the best in town!
Dave: [Grinning] Absolutely! One Matrix-Mint, coming right up! The future is delicious!

[Dave grabs one of the last few Matrix-Mint ScrunchCakes from the fridge display]

Green: You know, for a guy who used to write code, you’re awfully good at selling cakes.
Dave: [Winks] It's all about marketing, Greenie! And a little bit of chaos.

[Suddenly, the till starts beeping erratically.]

Dave: Update time. Grab the notepad and a calculator. Let's do this!!!

[End Credits Roll]