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Appeared Ultra Q 15th story," a cocoon of kanegon "

・Height: 2 meters

・Weight: 200 kg

・Hometown: Tokyo suburbs (Sakuragaoka Tama area), the boy's room of the house Kaneo


Staple food bills and coins. The amount needed per day 3,510 Yen (1966)

・You'd be very greedy for money, you'll turn into Me!!

Episode15 Kanegon's Cocoon

Supervisor: Harunosuke Nakagawa

Scenario: Masahiro Yamada

Monster: Coin monster-Kanegon

Guest: Fumio Watanabe, Masanari Nihei, Torahiko Hamada , and Akiko Nomura

Kanegon is a fictional kaiju from the tokusatsu TV series, Ultra Q created by Eiji Tsuburaya.

Kanegon appeared in Episode 15, written by Masahiro Yamada.

The story of Kanegon is very famous in Japan and can be linked to well-known western

transformation/metamorphosis stories such as Kafka's The Metamorphosis or the movie

The Fly.

Like many other kaiju, a large amount of merchandise,including toys, exists with the Kanegon

character likeness.

Ultra Q:

Kanegon appears in episode 15 of Ultra Q (1966), named Kanegon's Cocoon.

The story is one of a little boy, Kaneo, who treasures money above everything.

One morning, he wakes up transformed in a human-sized monster with a clam-shaped

'purse' head with zippered mouth and has to eat money to survive.

The Ultra Q Episode Kanegon's Cocoon originally aired on April 10, 1966.


A greedy boy named Kaneo Kaneda (in Japanese, kane means money) finds a small

cocoon-like object at the dump site where all the children enjoy scavenging for loot, much to

the chagrin of the site's workers.

Kaneo is delighted to hear the sound of coins rattling inside of the object.

When his parents warn him about the creature named

Kanegon, who eats money and is brought about by such greedy behavior, Kaneo takes little

heed to their story.

Instead, he is ecstatic to find that the little cocoon has grown enormous,as he envisions vast

riches inside.

Eager to obtain his new-found wealth, Kaneo reaches into the cocoon and is pulled inside.

The next morning, the young boy wakes up, "hatching" from the cocoon as the monster


After frightening his parents away, Kanegon seeks out his friends for help.

He must have money to eat or his body will lose energy and he could die..

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10/16/2018 21:28:37



It was one a.m. and Guy
Halverson sat in his dark living room. He hadn't
moved for over an hour. The accident earlier that evening kept playing
over and over in his mind. The light turned red, but he was in a hurry
and accelerated. An orange blur came from his right, and in a split
second there was a violent jolt, then the bicyclist rolled across his
hood and fell out of sight on the pavement. Horns blared angrily and he
panicked, stepping on the gas and screeching away from the chaos into
the darkness, shaken and keeping an eye on his rearview mirror until he
got home.Why did you run, you idiot? He'd never committed a crime before
this and punished himself by imagining years in jail, his career gone,
his family gone, his future gone.Why not just go to the police right
now? You can afford a lawyer.Then someone tapped on the front door and
his world suddenly crumbled away beneath him. They found me. There was
nothing he could do but answer it. Running would only make matters
worse. His body trembling, he got up, went to the door and opened it. A
police officer stood under the porch light."Mr. Halverson?" asked the
grim officer.He let out a defeated sigh. "Yes. Let me —"I am terribly
sorry, but I'm afraid I have some bad news. Your son's bike was struck
by a hit and run driver this evening. He died at the scene. I'm very
sorry for your loss.


bit of a twisted tale tonight...Be careful out there on your end


10/16/2018 15:54:06


10/15/2018 20:37:09








Good night & sweet dreams dear friend...

10/15/2018 11:07:43


no Reason to be Afraid

When my sister
Betsy and I were kids, our family lived for awhile in a
charming old farmhouse. We loved exploring its dusty corners and
climbing the apple tree in the backyard. But our favorite thing was the
ghost.We called her Mother, because she seemed so kind and nurturing.
Some mornings Betsy and I would wake up, and on each of our nightstands,
we'd find a cup that hadn't been there the night before. Mother had
left them there, worried that we'd get thirsty during the night. She
just wanted to take care of us.Among the house's original furnishings
was an antique wooden chair, which we kept against the back wall of the
living room. Whenever we were preoccupied, watching TV or playing a
game, Mother would inch that chair forward, across the room, toward us.
Sometimes she'd manage to move it all the way to the center of the room.
We always felt sad putting it back against the wall. Mother just wanted
to be near us.Years later, long after we'd moved out, I found an old
newspaper article about the farmhouse's original occupant, a widow.
She'd murdered her two children by giving them each a cup of poisoned
milk before bed. Then she'd hanged herself.The article included a photo
of the farmhouse's living room, with a woman's body hanging from a beam.
Beneath her, knocked over, was that old wooden chair, placed exactly in
the center of the room.


morning friend...Stoppin' by with a tale to start off your


10/14/2018 21:55:58


My daughter woke me around 11:50 last night. My husband and I had picked
her up from her friend Sally's birthday party, brought her home, and put
her to bed. My husband went into the bedroom to read while I fell asleep
watching the Lions game."Mommy," she whispered, tugging my shirt
sleeve. "Guess how old I'm going to be next month.""I don't know,
beauty," I said as I slipped on my glasses. "How old?"She smiled and
held up four fingers.It is 7:30 now. My husband and I have been up with her
for almost 8 hours. She still refuses to tell us where she got them.


by with yet another tale...Enjoy & have a great night out there on
your end dear friend...


10/14/2018 09:18:43



awoke to the huge, insect like creatures looming over his bed and
screamed his lungs out. They hastily left the room and he stayed up all
night, shaking and wondering if it had been a dream.The next morning,
there was a tap on the door. Gathering his courage, he opened it to see
one of them gently place a plate filled with fried breakfast on the
floor, then retreat to a safe distance. Bewildered, he accepted the
gift. The creatures chittered excitedly.This happened every day for
weeks. At first he was worried they were fattening him up, but after a
particularly greasy breakfast left him clutching his chest from
heartburn, they were replaced with fresh fruit. As well as cooking, they
poured hot steamy baths for him and even tucked him in when he went to
bed. It was bizarre.One night, he awoke to gunshots and screaming. He
raced downstairs to find a decapitated burglar being devoured by the
insects. He was sickened, but disposed of the remains as best he could.
He knew they had just been protecting him.One morning the creatures
wouldn't let him leave his room. He lay down, confused but trusting as
they ushered him back into bed. Whatever their motives, they weren't
going to hurt him.Hours later a burning pain spread throughout his body.
It felt like his stomach was filled with razor wire. The insects
chittered as he spasmed and moaned. It was only when he felt a terrible
squirming feeling beneath his skin that he realised the insects hadn't
been protecting him. They had been protecting their




by with tale to help get you into the spirit of Halloween dear
friend...Enjoy & have a great day out there on your


10/13/2018 12:11:15






by to say hello friend & wishing you a great day out there on your


10/12/2018 16:12:20


has to go away

I hate it when my
brother Charlie has to go away. My parents constantly
try to explain to me how sick he is. That I am lucky for having a brain
where all the chemicals flow properly to their destinations like
undammed rivers. When I complain about how bored I am without a little
brother to play with, they try to make me feel bad by pointing out that
his boredom likely far surpasses mine, considering his confine to a dark
room in an institution. I always beg for them to give him one last
chance. Of course, they did at first. Charlie has been back home several
times, each shorter in duration than the last. Every time without fail,
it all starts again. The neighbourhood cats with gouged out eyes
showing up in his toy chest, my dad's razors found dropped on the baby
slide in the park across the street, mom's vitamins replaced by bits of
dishwasher tablets. My parents are hesitant now, using "last chances"
sparingly. They say his disorder makes him charming, makes it easy for
him to fake normalcy, and to trick the doctors who care for him into
thinking he is ready for rehabilitation. That I will just have to put up
with my boredom if it means staying safe from him. I hate it when
Charlie has to go away. It makes me have to pretend to be good until he
is back.








you enjoy the tale & are having a great day dear


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