In the distance, Toxic could see the windows of the Tavern glowing in the twilight. Despite the ensuing darkness, he was making good time. He was just noting that his feet were getting tired, when pedalling became far easier. He stopped and looked down. Drat. His chain had broken. Well, it wasn't too far, he could always walk. He chained his bicycle to the railings outside a nearby hardware store, and set off.
As he neared the tavern, he could hear shouting and the sounds of breaking glass, furniture, and watermelons. He reached into his backpack and took out a shiny new video camera. Well, it was shiny, at least. He hadn't been able to afford a new one as nobody ever watched his channel.
Eventually he arrived at the tavern, just in time to see Acid flying through the window. Toxic started picking bits of glass out of his fur.
"S'rry" mumbled Acid, and hastily clambered back inside. Preferring to enter by the main entrance, Toxic decided to head for the front of the Tavern. He hit the "Record" button on his camera, and set off with it raised to his eye. As he rounded the corner, an horrific sight filled the viewfinder.