Haha, sorry about the double post. I said Saturday, so Saturday it is!

Benedict sighed wearily and glanced at Autumn, who was dropping off to sleep again. The russet rabbit was slumped against the wall, but Benedict knew they couldn't afford delays. Their disappearance had to have been noticed by now.
He reached over and shook Autumn awake. "Come on, Gale, we gotta keep going." Autumn mumbled an ineffective protest, but didn't resist when Benedict hauled him to his feel. Benedict didn't blame his friend; earlier, Autumn had managed to twist his ankle rather severely. He had been forced to rely on Benedict for support, something that had tired them both out rather quickly.
"How far does this tunnel go, anyway?" Autumn asked sleepily, showing a flash of his usual good humor. "Did the diggers plan to walk us to death, or did they just get lost?"
"I think they got lost," Benedict said sagely, half-carrying his partner in crime. "Kinda like us, huh?"
"We wouldn't be lost if we'd followed my advice and taken the front door," Autumn complained.
"No, we'd be having a nice long snooze, six feet under," Benedict retorted. "Shut up and keep walking."
"Hopping."
"Yeah, whatever. Who knows, you might actually get the hang of it."
".. I feel like a frog."
"Yeah, and you'd look like one too, 'cept you're not green. Concentrate on your hopping skills, will you?"
Autumn complied. After about five minutes, Benedict blinked.
"Hey, Autumn, I think I see a light."
"Whatever you do, don't follow it," Autumn instructed. "Stay with me, Fleetfoot."
"Naw, I mean there's a light at the end of the tunnel!"
"No kidding?" Autumn peered down the corridor. "Hey, I see it too. Are you sure it's not a train?"
"Pretty sure," Benedict said dryly. "Given a choice, though, I'd take the train over the lizards."
"... oh, good point."
"I thought so."
The light was neither a train nor lizards. It was a lamp, probably owned by the bright green-furred rabbit, who was totally immersed in studying the glyphs on the wall. He was muttering excitedly to himself, scribbling furiously on a pad of paper. He glanced up as the duo approached.
"Have you read this? This'll knock 'em dead at Carrot Corp! Of course, this isn't my usual field, but all the same!"
"What does it say?" Autumn asked. The rabbit peered at the pad he was brandishing.
"Either it's the meaning of life, or the writer's favorite cigarette brand. But over here, they have the answer to 'which came first: the chicken or the egg?" - And over here, soemthing I can't quite translate, but I suspect it'll revolutionize archaeology."
"So which did come first?" Benedict asked. The rabbit blinked at him.
"What? Oh, right. It depends on what you believe. If you're an evolutionist, the egg, obviously. If you're a creationist, the chicken."
"SImply groundbreaking," Benedict said dryly, with a grin. The rabbit nodded solemnly.
"Absolutely. Mind, I'm not an archaeologist, but I imagine it'll be the find of the century. Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I'm Acid." He stuck out a dusty hand, still gripping the paper pad, then thought twice and shoved the paper in his pocket, beaming.
"Benedict Fleetfoot. THis is Autumn Gale. I don't suppose there're directions out of here inscribed on any walls, are there?"
"Oh, most likely," Acid assured him. 'I mean, they wrote everything else down, from shopping lists to love letters."
"On the walls?"
"Come to think of it, that is odd, isn't it?"
"Just a little!"
Autumn managed to fit a word in edgewise. "How'd you get in here?"
"I stumbled upon it quite by chance," Acid reassured them. "I fell through the roof there." He pointed at a gaping hole, and the pile of debris on the floor.
"Uh ..."
Acid took Autumn's momentary speechlessness for amazement, and grinned. "I wasn't really in any danger. I landed on top, there, not underneath. Can't say as much for the poor guy it all landed on, but .." he shrugged.
"It LANDED on someone?"
"Hm, yes, bit of bad luck, that. I'm not a xenologist (sp?), but from the bits I could see of him, he was one of those scaly, reptilian types."
"Benedict?"
"Yeah."
"I think we should be going now, don't you?"
"Why?"
"Those guys always travel in pairs."
"We can take care of 'em."
Acid caught sight of Benedict's katana. "Warriors, eh? You wouldn't have anything to do with that rebellion?"
"Not really," Autumn said. "Victims of circumstance is all."
Acid nodded wisely and opened his mouth, but Benedict cut him off.
"D'you have a weapon?"
"Come to think of it, yeah! It's around here somewhere ..." Acid launched himself at the rubble and started pawing energetically through it. After a moment he came up with a dusty red rocket launcher clenched in his fists. Polishing it lovingly, he grinned at them. Benedict sighed resignedly.
"Figures."

The rest on Monday.