An Easter Egg for Duche55
Title: Easter Hide and Seek
Genre: Man from UNCLE - Gen
Word count 500
Rating: PG
Prompt: Edith Partridge has kidnapped Napoleon and has set up an egg hunt for Illya to follow to find him. She has left a written clue to the whereabouts of the first egg, which in turn has a written clue to the whereabouts of the next one, etc.
Thank you,
duche55 for a challenging prompt. It was Egg-ceptional. Also my thanks to my beta, Sparky955
Time was running out and he knew it. Illya checked his watch and pushed ahead. How Edith Partridge had gotten the drop on Napoleon was a mystery, but it didn’t matter.
The first egg had arrived just a few hours ago. It was addressed to Illya and when he cracked it open, as per the instructions, he found a note.
Have you heard any good yolks today? I have one. You have three hours to track down your hunny bunny or else!
The shell had a map to the next egg. He was just thankful that someone thought to take a photo of the shell before he’d cracked it.
That clue took him to – What is an Easter egg’s least favorite day – Fry-day. Can you find your partner before he fries? The clue was on the paper this time, much easier to track to the next and the next, while each joke grew worse and more foreboding. Jokes about eggs-terminators and egg beaters started to wear thin.
Illya crouched in the bushes outside the house and considered his options. He could wait for reinforcements or he could try to affect Illya’s rescue on his own. It was a tough call. The deadline was looming and he wasn’t even sure if this was the right place. If he’d guessed wrong, it was all over for Napoleon, and, in effect, himself.
He took out his communicator. “Open Channel L.”
“I’m here, Illya ,” April answered.
“Where’s here?”
“About 100 yards behind you. Mark is at the back of the house, searching the grounds in case there are any out buildings.”
“What if I’m wrong?”
“You aren’t, Illya. We’ll wait for your call. Channel L out.”
Illya looked down at the communicator and hoped her faith was well placed. It helped to know he wasn’t alone.
He glanced at his watch. He needed to move now and that was that. He squared his shoulders, took a deep breath and left the cover of his bushes.
“So, tell me, Napoleon dear, what did the Easter egg ask for at the hair salon?”
Napoleon just stared at her, not that he could answer if he was so inclined. The gag in his mouth was too tight for that.
“A new dye-job.” Edith Partridge giggled at the punchline. “Or in your case, just die. It looks like your beloved partner isn’t the brains we thought he was.” She stroked his cheek and smiled. Napoleon’s eyes widened suddenly at something behind her, she spun, but nothing was there. “Nice try.”
She reached for the chair, her eyes narrowing. "Let’s see how long you can tread chocolate.” She pushed and Napoleon twisted hard to the side and she flew over him, helped by Illya.
She landed in the chocolate vat and flailed her arms and legs. “Help me!”
“Knock, knock,” Illya said, as he pulled the gag out of Napoleon’s mouth.
“Who’s there?”
“Howard.”
“Howard who?”
“Howard you like a chocolate Easter bunny?”
“I’ll settle for a chocolate partridge.”
Genre: Man from UNCLE - Gen
Word count 500
Rating: PG
Prompt: Edith Partridge has kidnapped Napoleon and has set up an egg hunt for Illya to follow to find him. She has left a written clue to the whereabouts of the first egg, which in turn has a written clue to the whereabouts of the next one, etc.
Thank you,
duche55 for a challenging prompt. It was Egg-ceptional. Also my thanks to my beta, Sparky955Time was running out and he knew it. Illya checked his watch and pushed ahead. How Edith Partridge had gotten the drop on Napoleon was a mystery, but it didn’t matter.
The first egg had arrived just a few hours ago. It was addressed to Illya and when he cracked it open, as per the instructions, he found a note.
Have you heard any good yolks today? I have one. You have three hours to track down your hunny bunny or else!
The shell had a map to the next egg. He was just thankful that someone thought to take a photo of the shell before he’d cracked it.
That clue took him to – What is an Easter egg’s least favorite day – Fry-day. Can you find your partner before he fries? The clue was on the paper this time, much easier to track to the next and the next, while each joke grew worse and more foreboding. Jokes about eggs-terminators and egg beaters started to wear thin.
Illya crouched in the bushes outside the house and considered his options. He could wait for reinforcements or he could try to affect Illya’s rescue on his own. It was a tough call. The deadline was looming and he wasn’t even sure if this was the right place. If he’d guessed wrong, it was all over for Napoleon, and, in effect, himself.
He took out his communicator. “Open Channel L.”
“I’m here, Illya ,” April answered.
“Where’s here?”
“About 100 yards behind you. Mark is at the back of the house, searching the grounds in case there are any out buildings.”
“What if I’m wrong?”
“You aren’t, Illya. We’ll wait for your call. Channel L out.”
Illya looked down at the communicator and hoped her faith was well placed. It helped to know he wasn’t alone.
He glanced at his watch. He needed to move now and that was that. He squared his shoulders, took a deep breath and left the cover of his bushes.
“So, tell me, Napoleon dear, what did the Easter egg ask for at the hair salon?”
Napoleon just stared at her, not that he could answer if he was so inclined. The gag in his mouth was too tight for that.
“A new dye-job.” Edith Partridge giggled at the punchline. “Or in your case, just die. It looks like your beloved partner isn’t the brains we thought he was.” She stroked his cheek and smiled. Napoleon’s eyes widened suddenly at something behind her, she spun, but nothing was there. “Nice try.”
She reached for the chair, her eyes narrowing. "Let’s see how long you can tread chocolate.” She pushed and Napoleon twisted hard to the side and she flew over him, helped by Illya.
She landed in the chocolate vat and flailed her arms and legs. “Help me!”
“Knock, knock,” Illya said, as he pulled the gag out of Napoleon’s mouth.
“Who’s there?”
“Howard.”
“Howard who?”
“Howard you like a chocolate Easter bunny?”
“I’ll settle for a chocolate partridge.”