"Not a bad idea, I guess" Ducky said, "But what kind of contest?" "I don't know." BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ replied, "But whoever wins will be the new bartender! I'll go get some paper and we'll write down the objective and rules for." BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ ran to get some paper, tripped over BBoy and fell on his face. "Watch out for that flat spot." Batty said. "That was no flat spot, my foot hit something! Did you trip me BBoy?" *no response* BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ felt around at his feet, "Aha!" He made the motion like he was lifting something up. "Is it him?" Kovu asked. "I guess so. He must've fainted. Oh well." BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ set BBoy on a table and got a pencil and paper. "Okay, now what's the objective for the contest?" "Well," Ducky said, "I think we should..."

I'm too lazy to think of a contest for them. (But I will if nobody else does)