-Hunting The Alien-
Quartermaster just finished sharpening his hook for the night, when something in the universe he resided in felt wrong.
He exited his cabin in the dead of night, the air was cold and the moon was the fullest he'd ever seen.
A perfect night for something bad to happen.
He cast his gaze across the camp, seeing that everyone else was asleep, and the Platypus was gnawing on something that looked like a human femur.
"Come with me."
Quartermaster grunted at the mascot, which scampered over to him, finding a perch on his shoulder.
"Mauck!"
It emoted.
Q.M nodded to the creature, striding off into the spooky forest with every intention of fixing whatever was going wrong tonight.
It didn't take long to discover the source of his discomfort, a shipping container that had been cut open. He stuck his head inside to confirm what he already knew.
"Egg's gone"
There were a few clues as to whom could have taken the dangerous cargo, mainly "Woodscouts Rule" written in green paint on the containers side. He set the platypus down on the ground so it could track the kids.
The creature led him to the docks where most of the boats were, he found something rather startling. It was that fat disgusting kid they'd traded to the woodscouts, laying facedown.
This would not have been startling, had he not seen the other 3 scouts passed out in their boat. His good hand reached down and plucked something from the fat kids neck, a tranquilizer dart.
"Egg's been stolen, again."