"...I'm lost." said Speedy. He had been leading the others through the factory for quite some time now, having found a jet powered cart to afix the Cherry Table to.
"What? You said you knew this place like the back of your hand!" said one of rabbits within earshot.
"That would be because I have paws." muttered Speedy, looking for a map.
"Hey," said Tyf suddenly, "are you muttering, looking for a map?"
"Why, yes!" said Speedy, turning around. "Did you find one?"
"Yesh." said Tyf, pointing to a large map attached to the wall. It had a little "You are Here" text in one spot, which one of the rabbits noticed.
"We're there? I think we're here, really."
Speedy, curiously, leaned closer to the map, trying to see if they were indeed there.

Rocky choked for air. Had his last hour come, at the hands of this.. friend?
"Ducky?" he rasped, trying to gasp instead.
"Rocky!" she cried again, letting him go. "Where have you Been? I was so worried.. me leaving you alone in the car like that, Anything could have happened!" Bouncing happily, Ducky focused her attention on Batty. "Where's Slay?"
"He left a while back." said Batty Buddy, trying to fit his Hat Band back in the package where it belonged. "Rock thinks he was attacked psychically by a mad baby."
Rocky nodded wisely, still breathing in large quanities of air. Apparently, being almost choked had restored his sanity, so he could hold a normal conversaton at the best of times.
Ducky, not noticing, frolicked about. "He'll turn up! Come on, let's get home.. wait, it was destroyed! Do either of you have cab fare?"
Batty Buddy looked inquiringly at Rocky, who emptied his pockets. After concluding that a rolled up paper airplane and a "Plausibly Accurate Identification of Heavily Standard Vegetation and other Foligage (Taking into Account the Vast Quanities of Miniscule Varieties of Greengrowth) in the Scientifically Correct Southren Hemisphere of Carrotus Proper Prepared for the Overall Enjoyment and Utilization of Average Requirers of such Knowledge" book couldn't get them a cab ride, he turned to his backpack once more.

"One, two, three, sing!" cried Speedy.
"99 BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL, 99 BOTTLES OF BEER! TAKE ONE DOWN, PASS IT AROUND, 98 BOTTLES OF BEER!" they sang out. After determinging that the map had said they were there in a vastly figurative sense, they had been able to figure out that the nearest exit lead Due North, then Left. But they didn't quite know what direction was North, as none were eqipped with a compass, so they continued to walk around randomly.
"98 BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL, 98 BOTTLES OF BEER! TAKE ONE DOWN, PASS IT AROOUND, 97 BOTTLES OF BEER!"
"Hey, what's that?" asked Tyf, pointing towards a large Plasma Oriented Superstring Theory Normalizing Ordinarily Baffling Invariably Longitude/Lattitude Screen (Or P.O.S.T.N.O.B.I.L.L.S. for short) sitting in the corner.
"Don't touch ANYTHING," warned Speedy, withdrawing her eager paw. "just sing. 95 BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL-"
"It looks like a Plasma Oriented Superstring Theory Normalizing Ordinarily Baffling Invariably Longitude/Lattitude Screen!" said the rabbit with no nose, who knew about such things. "They tell you your exact location, along with how to get out of it!"
"Whoopie." said the irish rabbit.
Speedy quickly ran over to it, and pressed the button, still singing "93 BOTTLES OF BEER ON THE WALL, 93 BOTTLES OF BEER, TAKE ONE DOWN, PASS IT AROUND, 92 BOTTLES OF BEER!" loudly.
You are in Sector 4 of Squadrant 6 of the Alpha Quarter in Universe 3.2. To get out of your current location, take a few steps to the left. read the screen.
"Oh, Ha Ha. Very funny." said Speedy.
"Let's try it!" said the noseless one, so they all took a few steps to the left.
Then they were falling.

"Any further progress report on those rabbits?" asked ANTE-TUBBES.
"Yes, sir. They came across the P.O.S.T.N.O.B.I.L.L.S., and activated it. It told them to take a few steps to the left, so they did. They are currently on Earth, having fallen a considerable distance."
"Well, at least they won't trouble us further.." grumbled ANTE-TUBBES, shifting through a stack of papers. "Where's the sales chart?"

"Would you be willing to take us to wherever on this world our friends are for a brick with gold paint on it?" asked Ducky of the cab driver.
"Ducky!" cried Batty Buddy, angry, "I told you to tell him it was a Gold Brick!"
"But it's not!" she shot back. But the cab had driven away, the driver disgusted.
"Well, great, now how are we going to join them? asked Rocky, looking around for a means of transportation.
"If you sit on a weed long enough, would it grow over there, do you think?" asked BB perplexidely, examining one.
"Not unless it's a beanstalk." sighed Ducky.
"Hey, there! Want a lift?" cried a voice. The three of them looked up into the friendly face of..

"Can't we stop and take a break yet?" complained Slayer. They had been walking for this hall for hours, and still hadn't reached any destination. Worse yet, he kept seeing the same things on the walls over and over, in the same order.
"No need, we're (Mwahahaha) almost there!" cried Kovu.
"You said that an hour ago."
"Did, Mwahahaha, I?"
"Yes, you did."
"Oh."
They continued walking along the hallway, the same bizarre wall motifs greeting them in the same order several times.
"Where are we going, anyway?"
"To, Mwahaha, review the Army!"
"And you're sure this is the right way?"
"Mwahaha.. no."
"Oh."
They walked on some more. There wasn't any new decor.
"Kovu?"
"Yes?"
"I think we're going in a circle."
"What? But that can't, Mwahaha, be right!"
"But it is."
"You think so?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
They kept walking.
"Can we take a rest yet?"
"We're almost there!"
"You said that an hour ago."
"Oh."
"And the hour before."
They walked more.
"Do you know where we are?"
"I've got a map of this hallway.."
"Where?"
"Here." said Kovu, handing Slayer the map. It was a white paper with a badly drawn black circle on it.
"Kovu?"
"Yes?"
"Where did we come in?"
"I'm not sure.."
"Oh."
"Yeah."

"Clockwork!" cried Ducky happily.
"Who?" asked Rocky, who hadn't met the fox before.
"He was one of four gun toting foxes who shot the place up then went off on a quest! Except he was nice, and made pleasant conversation, and wasn't a health hazard." said Ducky, with hand motions to illustrate her words.
"Yes.. I'm sorry about the actions of my friends." said Clockwork, getting out of the Limo he had driven up in.
"What are you doing here?" said Batty, cautiously.
"Well, you see, after we went on that quest, I got kind of lost. After a while, I found myself in a town, where I got a job as an Accountant."
Rocky looked at the fox with an interested air, trying to picture him as an accountant.
"For quite a while, it was a fine job, but then the company was closed down. So I drifted around a bit, until I saw a picture in the paper of a fox who looked just like me, and was a millionare. After some odd stuff I won't mention for no reason, the real millionare decided to stay at home, and I would masquerade as him. But then he got sick and died. So I took the money that was now mine, and decided to have a life of helping others with it. And then I heard you needed to get somewhere."

"But if there's nothing but this big circle, how do you expect to get to the army?" asked Slayer, looking carefully on the map for any trace of a door or something.
"Well, there's a secret door somewhere on the righthand wall."
"Well, we've passed it countless times, why didn't you open it?"
"I forgot where it was."
"Oh."
They walked along the hallway for some more time, Slayer looking for what might be a doorknob, and Kovu acting really placid.
"So is it possible to find it again?"
"Yes. For just such occasions, I drew an outline around it."
"Doesn't that defeat the purpose?"
"I drew it in invisible ink."
"Do you have any matches with you?"
"Yes, for just this problem."
"Well, why don't you use them to locate the outline?"
"There's only one left, so I only want to use it at the right spot, to prevent mistakes."
"And you only know if you're at the right spot by seeing the outline, which requires a match."
"Yep."
"Oh."
They walked on.