The Ducks Community is a special one. Year after year, it seems like they produce another world-class omelette or large carat flawless egg...none of that impacted egg nonsense here; we're talking cream of the crop, ahem albumen of the egg secretion. But whereas the Ducks are, in general, something rather special, no family in the Community is held in as high regard at the the Quackague Family. Ducks come from far and wide to get woken up from the pure cantorous voice of Papa Quackague (he can out-cockadoodledoo any top rooster), and Lady Quackague (nicknamed DJ Jazzy Q; history unclear) is the top mahjong player that's ever laid out the tiles; she can match pictures like nobody's business and is known to always have a joker tile when all hope is gone (note to reader...I don't know the slightest thing about mahjong, so if this praise is far-fetched, please imagine a better version. Obviously the rest of the content is very believable). Their son Duckeo, well, he's just the mack ducky. Duckeo is respected by all. He tips the scales at a whopping 18.3 pounds of solid duck insides. No one messes with Duckeo, a superb Quackido champion who makes joker mahjong tiles in his spare time.
The Ducks are held in the highest regard by all. All, that is, except The Frogs. The Frogs loath the Ducks. As the Frogs tell it, one day, several quadrillion years ago, some duck told some frog to get lost, or perhaps something else, and it was on. On like King Kong and Donkey Kong, all wrapped into one. The pure unadulterated hatred is unimaginable by anyone outside of Duck or Frog Community. So, of course, it wasn't supposed to happen like this...
Story Continued at GC6Z50P. Make sure to get the West coordinate from this cache before you try that one though.