After barely escaping bug bites, angry parrots, and one very suspicious snake in their "jungle adventure" the Angry Eggs found themselves reclining in strangely comfy chairs under blinding fluorescent lights. A masked figure loomed with a drill, mumbling about cavities, and the smell of mint filled the air like a trap. Will they survive the poking, scraping, and floss lectures… or crack under pressure at the "dentist"?