Jazz looked around in wonder. Grass, plants, the sky... he had not seen the sky since 4 PM, and though almost completely dark, it was a welcome sight. The few bushes and shrubs that grew next to the castle sparkled with dewdrops, reflecting the light coming from the moon that floated, peacefully, above the topmost spire of the castle.
Spaz pulled himself out of the hole, wincing in pain each time Chuck impatiently snapped at his backside. Soon, both the red rabbit and the Hip-Hop were outside as well, looking around, letting the cool breeze brush lightly across their faces.
Chuck spoke first. "It's been great seein' ya again and all, but I gotta get going now. You'll be all right with the red guy?"
"Yes, thank you," said Jazz, smiling as Spaz looked around uncertainly for a red guy. The Hip-Hop took off, wings spread outwards in graceful flight, heading off around the castle to the right. Jazz absently watched the colorful bird before it disappeared around a corner of the building, and then turned his attention to the matter at hand. "Ok... first things first - where are we?"
"Ooh, a guessing game!" exclaimed Spaz, jumping up and down with glee. "Can I play? Oh, I know! We're in the jail-house now!"
"No."
"Never-never land?"
"No."
"The War Tavern?"
"No! We're on Carrotus somewhere, ("I knew that," said Spaz) but what I meant is, where are we relative to the castle?"

Eventually, despite the constant "aid" from Spaz, Jazz managed to plot out their location and destination. Chuck's hole had taken them up to the west side of the castle, just below the royal gardens. As Hopteego Village, according to the Queen, was filled with guards (Spaz had no objection to this, but Jazz was firm on avoiding the loss of lagomorphic life), Jazz decided that their best bet was to climb up the wall of the Grand Ravine and take the straight line route to the Carrotus Spaceport - through the royal gardens of Carrotus.
The spaceport, explained Jazz, was their most likely destination, as Devan had probably just rebuilt the Turtle Gunner Destroyers or something on that order. A spacecraft was thus essential to foiling the turtle's plans, and since moving into Carrotus Castle, Jazz had finally been able to pay to dock the Jazz-01 at said spaceport. The Jazz-01 was a purely single seat craft, but if Jazz removed the pile of rocks from the back of the ship, there would be plenty of room for Spaz and several others like him, and the ship would go a lot faster as well.
Plans having been made only left the journey undone, and it had been a very long day for both of them. Spaz stumbled upon a good spot behind some bushes, where they would not be seen during the night by either turtles or rabbits, whichever should pass by. It was an uneasy feeling to be hunted by every species on the planet, but the two brothers eventually got to sleep, each dreaming their own private dreams in preparation for the journey ahead.
Eva, too, had tossed and turned herself to sleep, anxious for the fate of her planet and species but unable to get anything done by fretting. Already several brave R.A.B.T. Soldiers had died for this cause, and nobody even knew what Devan's plan was, or what they were fighting. All Eva knew was that somehow it involved the gem Jazz had set in place atop her wedding ring. Jazz and Spaz could be anywhere... as could her mother, who had not been heard from since she went out to investigate a few lizards prowling around the castle.
Only Devan Shell was still awake, working long and hard into the night, trying to get his time machine done before any more unwanted interruptions came along. Devan, that is, and Corporal Lori, who ran tiredly across Carrotus, looking for the mysterious Ex-R.A.B.T. known only as Acid.

Jazz yawned and stretched, lazily basking in the hot sun of the Carrotus morning. Next to him, Spaz was sleeping soundly, curled up into a ball with one thumb inside his mouth, and a green blaster cuddled next to him like a teddy bear. Blinking, Jazz looked around, to discover they were behind a bush. Why were they behind a bush?
Oh, yeah... the memories of the previous day came flooding back, and Jazz groaned. Spaz, wedding, lizard, Devan, Queen, dungeons, Chuck, spaceport, Devan...
"Time to go, Spaz!" said Jazz, shakily climbing to his feet and picking up his backpack. "Up for some rock climbing?"
"I can rock..." muttered Spaz, sleepily, unmoving save for his mouth. "My guitar climbed up to the dungeons last month." Sighing, Jazz kicked the spherical red form, causing Spaz to quickly unbend himself, yelping. The red rabbit leaped to his feet and began looking around wildly for several seconds before noticing his brother standing next to him. A few minutes later, Spaz was awake enough for all intents and purposes, and so the two rabbits set off southwestwards towards the cliff face of the Grand Ravine. Spaz expressed confusion, which was rewarded with yet another explanation of why they were going overland towards the spaceport. Swinging himself up onto a boulder, Jazz began to climb.
So began Jazz and Spaz's epic and largely unsung journey through the royal gardens of Carrotus Castle. Along the way they faced many perils, such as the blundering and unintelligent lizards, the peaceful and harmless Moth Moths, and the gigantic and heavily armored turtles. These turtles were much tougher than the small ones that the rabbits had encountered while in the dungeons - most likely, these were the ones that could not fit into the hole. Why they had chosen to invade the royal gardens was unclear, but the turtles and lizards did seem to enjoy destroying the various flora and fauna which made up the scenery.
Unlike the more civilized sections of Carrotus, such as Hopteego Village itself, the royal gardens were remarkable unspoiled by the ever ongoing march of technology. In contrast to the flat, even terrain which spread itself across much of the planet, hills and small cliffs were everywhere, making progress across even such a short distance a slow journey. The native plants of Carrotus were allowed to grow freely - the two rabbits spent many possibly precious seconds threading their way around enormous carrots, across radishes more than double their own size, and climbing along vines to avoid falling into the thorny bushes below.
Not all the scenery of the royal gardens consisted of enormous varieties of common garden vegetables. Countless foreign tasting fruits grew from various vines or trees, all of which were sampled at least once, and most of which were rejected by at least Jazz. Despite having lived in a hole in the ground for the most part of his life, Jazz was still used to processed city food, which he would order one day and take out of his mailbox the morning after. The organic, untreated specimens growing from the hanging tendrils of greenery were not to his taste, even if you didn't take into account that it was probably illegal to pick them. In contrast, Spaz dug into each new specimen with renewed relish, as if it was the first decent meal he had eaten in days.
The only time this really caused any major side effect was about halfway through the day, when Spaz wolfed down a peculiarly bright red fruit to "give him strength" after disposing of a lizard. He began to shake uncontrollably, and within a few seconds was vibrating madly at about seventy frames per second.
"Spaz!" cried Jazz in alarm, "Talk to me!"
"Ok!" vibrated Spaz, beginning to run madly around in circles. "I'm talking to you now, right?"
"Yeah... listen, can you control yourself?"
"Never have!" replied the excited red rabbit, coming to a vibrating halt in front of a lizard when had walked up to investigate. "Hey, watch this!" Spaz extended his wildly vibrating paw and touched the lizard, which exploded into a shower of atomically separated particles.
Jazz gulped, a mixture of fear and amazement playing across his face. Before the older rabbit could say anything, however, Spaz's vibrating came to a halt, and he slumped exhausted to the ground.

When Spaz came to, it was to the sensation of being dumped unceremoniously onto the ground. Blinking, Spaz observed Jazz groan, stretch, and walk tiredly over to a cliff edge, where he apparently began sunning himself. The logical portion of Spaz's brain almost decided that Jazz must have carried Spaz there, as the location was entirely different from the last place he remembered. Spaz's most recent memory was of receiving his first lollipop at age seven... either that or vibrating insanely from a sugar high and blowing up a lizard... the first seemed more likely.
Still experimenting with opening his eyes in different patterns, Spaz noticed Jazz stiffen as his ears perked up. Soundlessly, Jazz leaped from the cliff edge he reclined upon, disappearing from Spaz's line of vision.
Curiosity perked, the red rabbit got up from the ground and ran over to the ledge his brother had recently disappeared from. On the way, he tripped and fell across a rope which was lying un-knotted in his path. Shrugging, Spaz jumped up once more, and again took off for the ledge, dragging the rope with him. A moment later, Spaz dropped to his knees and peered over the edge. There was Jazz, running at top speed, smoldering remains of two turtles behind him. Ahead, however...