Whoof! Went Spaz's lungs as he landed bottom-first on the cold stones of the dungeon. Turning around, he looked up at the long slide he had used to come down here. There was no way back up such a slippery thing - Jazz would obviously have to find another way to escape.
Spaz picked himself up and began to walk down a dark passageway with "Jail Cells" written above it in neon red letters. It was not a long passage, and he soon found himself facing a row of dark cells, subtly lighted by burning torches. The first cell was empty, as was the second, but in the third the red rabbit found Jazz, hanging by his arms from the wall. A key laid on the floor beneath him, tantalizingly just out of reach for the long rabbit feet of the captive. The sensible part of Spaz's brain wondered briefly where all the guards were, but dismissed that thought as inconsequential.
"Hey bro!" cried Spaz, walking forwards and picking up the key, "Eva sent me here to get you outta this dungeon!"
Jazz's drawn face changed to a smile as he recognized his brother. "Great! How do we get out?"
Spaz began unlocking the chains holding Jazz to the wall, thinking of the slippery slide he had come down. "I have no flippin' idea!" he responded, as the shackles let go and Jazz fell down to the floor. The green rabbit cursed and picked himself up, removing his backpack and rummaging through it.
"Aha!" cried Jazz, pulling forth a long, sleek blue blaster. "I knew they hadn't confiscated my weapon when I felt it pressing against my back!" This looked like excellent fun to Spaz, who plunged his hand into the backpack as well, but only produced a porta-fax, which he threw, disgusted, to the floor.
"No...!" shouted Jazz, diving for the falling machine, but he was too late, and it splintered on the stone floor of the dungeon. "...Spaz! That was my - our only means of communication!"
"Sorry," said Spaz, looking truly crestfallen. "I only was looking for a gun."
"This is the only one I have," said Jazz, hefting the blue blaster and replacing the backpack onto his shoulders. "Well, no use mourning over spilt carrot juice. If I understand right, we've got a world to save, and the first step is getting out of these dungeons!"

Nothing eventful happened for several minutes, until the two rabbits came across a disturbing scene of carnage. The prison guards were strewn across the floor, some with their backs against the wall, but all decidedly dead. The one nearest Spaz was an orange rabbit with his head bashed in, a small standard issue blaster hanging uselessly from his lifeless paw. With no concept of respect for the dead, Spaz took the small weapon, which was still fully charged.
The source of the massacre was soon obvious, as a bloodstained turtle ambled into view, making stupid turtle noises. Unlike the guards, Jazz was quick and deadly, and in an instant little remained of the turtle but its shell, bouncing into a wall from the force of the bullet's explosion.
"What just happened?" asked Spaz, confused.
"Turtles," responded Jazz, staring sadly at the dead rabbits surrounding them. "Somehow they've invaded the dungeons... maybe they're freeing the prisoners."
"Nobody else was in the cells!" announced Spaz.
"That would be it, then. Well, this may turn out to have a silver lining after all. If the turtles got in, then we can get out. Just... follow the trail of turtles, I guess."
"Okie!" cried the red rabbit, brandishing the green blaster wildly. Pressing his powerful rabbit feet against the ground, Spaz leaped forwards into a pit which, for some unknown reason, had an arrow sign pointing into it. Jazz sighed and, for lack of anything else to do, followed his brother's fall. As he landed, Jazz shifted into a fighting crouch, looking around. Two passages lead off in opposite directions. A turtle was coming towards him from one of the passages, but a quick shot put an end to that. "That's the path we follow," said Jazz, walking confidently ahead, closely followed by Spaz.
The dungeon area of the castle was immense, and obviously designed by someone with far too much time on his paws. More than that, it was simply impractical. There was simply no point to having huge spacious caverns underneath the ground, filled with pits of spikes and fragile pillars, if the actual jail cell area occupied only a small part of it. Fruits, pots, suits of armor and other odd materials suggested that perhaps the dungeons had been converted into an enormous storage space, at least until Devan's turtle army had invaded.
It was a funny feeling, walking around underneath the castle, but the solid walls and countless pillars seemed able to support the weight. Spaz showed no signs of being claustrophobic, much to Jazz's relief, as no good could come from his panicking, especially considering how narrow some of the ledges they had to cross were. Several times, the brothers barely missed falling off of the narrow drawbridges, onto the spikes below, only to be saved by grasping onto either a chain or the other rabbit.
Obviously the dank and colorless dungeons did afford some support for habitation, however, as many purple bat creatures expressed their resentment at being disturbed by the two rabbits and had to be disposed of. There were also a number of small dragon-like creatures, which could breathe flame but little else. Jazz showed Spaz how to use the Blue Bouncer Bullets which could be found stored in various parts of the dungeons to dispose of the tiny green annoyances, and they proceeded more or less without incident, following a combination of Jazz's intuition and a series of arrow signs affixed to the wall.
One of the biggest shocks they received was when, in an attempt to reach a Powerup kit for the bouncer bullets, Jazz found a fully occupied birdcage. The inhabitant of the cage, a half-golden Hip-Hop bird, had a small blue gun upon its beak, and looked strangely familiar.
"...Chuck?" asked Jazz, confused.
"Oh," replied the bird, "it's that rabbit guy. Jowels, right?"
"Jazz, actually."
"Yeah, whatever. Look, just get me outta this cage, willya? A turtle dumped me in here a few hours ago and I haven't eaten since. Can you spare the red guy? He looks a little thin, but edible..."
"Absolutely not!" said Jazz, destroying the bird cage with one carefully calculated shot which did no damage to the bird. "What are you doing here, though? I thought you lived on Diamondus."
"Lived is the right word," snapped Chuck, ruffling his wing feathers and doing a few experimental hops. "When your four eyed scientist pals sent Diamondus off to another flyging DIMENSION, we barely managed to get off the planet in time, and only a few survived the journey. I had to hitch a ride with some bigshot Professor Dimbulbia, and even that only because his assistant liked the noises I made. Some guy called Lupin.. Lypin... Lapin, I think it was."
"Uh... right. But what are you doing in the dungeons of Carrotus Castle?"
"What are you?" countered Chuck, unhelpfully. "Never mind, you can tell me about that later. Well, I WAS living the easy life here on this Carrotus planet when a bunch of turtles and lizards come along and start capturing everyone I know. As if I didn't get enough of that last time around! Weren't you supposed to have gotten rid of Devan or whoever it was?"
"Touchy subject."
"Yeah, sure. Anyways, I try to escape by flying into a hole in the ground. Turns out, the hole leads to the dungeons, and I've got half a dozen stupid yellow lizards following me. Eventually I get hungry, land to find food, and a turtle cages me. Then you come along!"
"Who are you?" asked Spaz, who had managed to climb up onto the ledge Jazz and Chuck were standing on. He looked at Chuck somewhat hungrily, but the Hip-Hop leaped backwards into the air, circling above.
"Whoa, don't even think about it, rabbit kid! I'm a lot tougher than you can handle."
"This is Chuck," supplied Jazz, helpfully. "He helped me a little back on Diamondus after I first heard of Devan... oh. Devan, right. We don't really have any time to talk right now, Chuck, the world's in danger again."
"Danger? That's great and all, but hey, I've got a family to look after these days. I do know the way out of this dungeon dilemma you've found yourselves in, however, so if you want to get out, just follow my lead."
The two rabbits looked at each other and shrugged. As the Hip-Hop took off, Jazz grabbed the Powerup kit, and followed. Spaz stood confused for a moment before leaping down off the ledge in pursuit.

"Ok, the exit should be right through the hole in this pillar," said Chuck, a few hours later.
"Why... why and how would a sign have 'Cheese is green on Tuesday' written on it?" asked Spaz, looking mistrustfully up into the air. "It reeks of dark, evil magic!"
"Forget about the sign, Spaz," advised Jazz, looking into the opening. "Come on, we're almost out of here."
"But..."
"Come on!" Jazz grabbed his brother and shoved the red rabbit through the hole before climbing in himself. Chuck flapped steadily after them.






Lapin is from JJA, though I have no idea what he looks like or what he does. All the places mentioned do exist, so anyone familiar with Knight Cap should know where they're going to land.