Somehow, they were back in the 'Tavern. Probably to spare them some trouble or another that they might have faced if they weren't back in the 'Tavern. GenEX managed to fix all the tables with some magic glue, to show once more how amazingly perfect he was, but then Gizmo whacked him over the head for impersonation. Dethman sort of got kicked out rather rudely by Slayer for causing a lot of trouble, while Admael used her apparent manufacturing powers to repair the wall, which now had Carrotus in Early Spring on the other side, just like it should.
"So, when do we go on the outing?" asked Speedy. A few creatures wondered where he had come from, but when there isn't any really serious plot around, characters kind of appear and disappear, so that didn't matter.
"I say we go right now." said Ducky stoutly, having donned a nice pith hat. "Do not put off for tomorrow what you can do today."
"I was going to suggest putting it off until the day after tomorrow, though." said Batty Buddy. The 'Taverners had somehow sobered, as GenEX wasn't posting this continuation, to prevent me from having to add all those slurs and stuff.
Ducky shot BB a quick glare, then turned back to the rest of the crowd. "Outing. Now. Who's with me?"

Anyway, after some argument (where Carrotus once more stuck its oar in) they went out on an outing. Some rabbits hadn't chosen to come, and others had showed up from nowhere and wanted to accompany the rest. So it's as yet unknown who went along, other then Ducky.

"Look, a flower!" cried BBoy, having found something he thought was a flower.
"Are you sure?" asked Batty Buddy, getting a "Identification of Various Countryside Plants" book. It was kind of useless, as it only mentioned Types of Types of plants, not really important stuff like if a plant was a flower or a tree, but BB kept looking through it anyway.
"I don't really think that's a flower." said Rocky Racoon. He was a trained Enviromentalist, and thus knew the difference between a flower and a tree, unlike the book. After all, the book had never had any formal training.
"I say it's a flower." grumbled BBoy, and attempted to pick it, to prove his point.
The Lion who's tail had been pulled erupted from the undergrowth (which RR had sucessfuly identified as overgrowth) and started chasing the outingers. But a few of GenEX's kittens had evidently been sitting around Ducky too much, as they managed to get the Lion to play a game of four way Chess with them. Everyone else kind of tip toed away, with GenEX shedding tears which Rocky thought were Daffodils because they couldn't possibly be Redwoods.

Kovu got a little lost. He had been walking along with the rest of the group, and he had bent down to smell what might have been a rose except for the fact it had polkadotts, and when he got up the rest had vanished. Actually, it was more likely they had walked off, not noticing him, but it looked as if they had vanished.
"Well, uh, that's too bad and all, but say..... without Ducky and Rocky watching over me, I can go back to the 'Tavern!"
So saying, Kovu began to walk in the direction he thought the 'Tavern lay. He soon tripped over a tree root, and complained that tree roots ought to have "caution" signs around them, but trudged on anyway. Soon he met another traveller.
"Hey, another traveller! Who are you?"
"I'm a Tour Guide. But I can't stop to talk, I'm on the job."
"Really? Well, you don't look like it, because you're not guiding any tour. Are they lost?"
"No," replied the Tour Guide mournfully, trying to forge through some brambles, "they reached their destination long ago. I'm the one who's lost. And while being lost with other people is bad enough, being lost and Alone is worse."
"Well, don't worry. I'm lost and alone too! We can be alone together!"
And so they forged through several square yards of thorns, neither noticing the clear, unsharp path right next to the thorns leading to the same destination.

Slayer was getting tired. He was a good walker, but one by one, many of the other rabbits had given him their packs to carry. This slowed him down.
"Hey, Ducky, where are we, anyway? This doesn't even Look like Carrotus!"
"Hmmm, good question." said Ducky, looking around quizzicly. "Hold this, I'll get our bearings." Ducky took off her pack, and put it on Slayer's back, at which point he sort of collapsed from the weight.
Several minutes later, Ducky bounced over to his buried form. "Slay! Guess what? We're not on Carrotus, just like you said!"
Slayer groaned from underneath the mound of backpacks. He tried to say something, but a nametag got in his mouth. It tasted vaugely like chicken, thought Slayer, taking a tentative bite.
Around him, other rabbits were overhearing, and running up to Ducky, saying things like "What do you mean, we're not on Carrotus?" and "Where are we, then?" and "When do we eat?".
"Why are you all asking Me?" asked Ducky, looking rather overwhelmed. And then, pointing to Rocky, "HE'S the outing leader!"
"Me? I thought you were!"
The talk continued over Slayer's head. He managed to utter a few pleas of help, but he wasn't really heard.

"And now," cried Beauman, back at the 'Tavern, "Survivor LXXVI! In which we bet who of the Outingers will be the last to return, and who will return next! Kovu has made an attempt to return, but got lost, so we may or may not be seeing him soon. PLACE YOUR BETS!"
Some of non energetic rabbits who hadn't gone along sleepily bet money on various outingers in one or both of the two categories, while a large TV screen showed various viewpoints of the main travel group in slow sucession.