Ummm..... Kovu was in some far away place, being a villain......
Unknown, Beauman and Tanpopo, in a rotating ball of flying stuff like you see in all those cartoons, rolled around the 'Tavern, upsetting various things. "GIVE ME BACK MY DRINK!" shouted Beauman, to no one in paticular. Meanwhile, Ducky and Co. conversed commonly about the boston tea party. Things were getting boring, as Kovu hadn't seemed to be doing anything about his to-do list.
Suddenly, the door burst open. A forlorn figure walked in, searching the floor for...... something. "My eyes hurt!" he shouted, shouting. "A customer! ¥æ¥!" exclaimed Bluez, bounding to the |)r (™). "Oh, it's only you, DDay. Can I get you a drink, or do you care to explain why your eyes hurt?"
"A drink would be fine, Bluez." said DDay, "borrowing" Xavier's cloak. "Glad to see you're still the bartender around here."
"Actually, I'm sitting in for Beauman, who was sitting in for Night Fire, who does Ducky's old job. Will a Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster do?"
"No, not really. Have a milk?"
"MILK?!?!?!?!?" Enraged at the simplicity of DDay's current drinking preference, Bluez quit, not hearing DDay's comment of "Yes, Milk." Perhaps it was because DDay was at that moment swept into the rolling ball of flying fists and fleeing fur, which only served to dullen Ducky's fascinating essay on her Cherry Table, which she was sitting on.
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