Slayer peeked out from underneath the back pack intheback stack. Batty Buddy was driving the car now, and both Ducky and the awful music were gone. Rocky was singing "Sequoia, Sequoia, give me your answer do" off key in the back seat next to him. And the car, strangely enough, seemed to have grown wings and was flying at various altitudes in search of a place to have a picnic.

"Hey," said stripe, taking a break from mourning the site the War Tavern had been at, "what happened to Speedy and those other rabbits who were under the 'Tavern when it landed?"
"Well, considering they were under the 'Tavern when it landed, I presume they got crushed." said Beauman wisely, trying to figure out the most they could get for the 3,000 Cr. He had figured out they might be able to get almost half of the necessary floorboards, but that was about it.
"Or maybe the stupid otters took them away, thinking they were scrap." grumbled Ducky, still furious over the loss of the professionally made and finished Cherry Table of Duckyness.
"Or maybe Divine Intervention was involved!" cried Bart, who was working frantically to create an automatic zipper.

"Hey... where are you going?" said the tremulous Tour Guide tremulously, as Kovu ran off in charge of a pike and an army. Apparently, the Cats had all ran away to Admael, who had made them NiCe CaTs, instead of eViL, but their spell was still on Kovu.
"I just, Mwahahaha, told you, I'm, Mwahahaha, going to take, Mwahahaha, over the world! MWAHAHAHA!" cried Kovu. His army passed the message on to the Tour Guide, who looked mournful that he would have to be alone alone once more. But maybe he could find an outlet mall.

"Hey.. where are we? Are we dead? I don't feel dead.. my nose itches!" said Speedy.
"Lucky you." grumbled another rabbit, who didn't have a nose.
"I think," said Tyf, who had been one of the rabbits to dive for cover in the crater, "that we're in a pile of the remains of the War Tavern, which exploded from going through the atmosphere at a high velocity, and then Beauman sold all of it, including the Cherry Table, to some Speedy Scrap Otters for 3,000 Cr."
"How do you know all that?" asked a fourth rabbit, the one with an irish accent.
"No idea."
They all laid around in the pile of scrap for a while, until Speedy stuck his head out and noticed the pile was on a conveyor belt, and heading towards a cremater.
"Hey, rabbits, it might be a good idea, to like, you know, get out right now? You know?"
So they got out, Tyf kindly retrieving the Cherry Table with her, just before what was left of the War Tavern burned up in a glorious fireworks display.