"Hey..... wait a minute." said Jim Drab, looking at Speedy, after making sure Patrian Patrach was busying himself with some damage costs. "What do you mean Blagagnga is Mr. Continuity? He's the murderer, not the embodiment!"
Speedy looked flustered. "Well, it just popped into my head, and sounded right, so I said it."
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ sighed. "Continuity is dead...", which got a general agreement, followed by "That's not what I meant.".
So they continued, however slowly, onward, in the fashion of a group of people slowly continuing onward through the big building of the big bad guy, where all the soliders and stuff know they're there and everything.
The group rounded a corner, and a barrage of gunfire conviniently missed them. Jim hastily withdrew behind the wall, and readied his Plotline Hotline "Never-Miss" slingshot. He loosed one of the red hot stones, which missed, because he hadn't been aiming at anything in paticular. Beside him, BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ's Creatively Handled Immensely Cool Kill-Enabled Nova Blaster (or CHICKEN Blaster for short) launched a volley of Nova-Powered chickens. I.E., they exploded.
Tyf and Gurgi fired their assorted assortment of sorted automatic weaponry in the general direction the gunfire had come from. Gurgi manned his while shrieking and bouncing and that sort of thing, while Tyf tried to pose for a movie poster.
Speedy launched several magnetic pulses in a row before letting the most likely impossibly built weapon recharge, all the while avoiding Propulsion, who was dancing around looking for a weapon.
'Ares' and 'Dagda' scanned the direction they had come from, in case of that annoying "trapped on all sides" bit movie goers know so well.
The King, who wasn't there in the first place, sat in his throne and lost at chess.
And Patrian Patrach jumped up and down, trying to get all the other people to notice that they were firing at nothing other then a row of champagne bottles, which had shot corks at the party.

Frang Frajine walked by the brick wall with various ads stuck onto it reading things such as "Play the new Infiltrate the Fuzzy Bunny Slipper Factory console game!" and "Gods of Wisdom and Stupidity ACTION FIGURES!" and "Tired of ordinary hovercraft? Then dazzle your friends by riding through the streets in the spacecraft of Ares' Divine Army!". Ever since Patrian Patrach had paid his visit to the Council for determining how to get the public to pay more then previously, ads such as this had sprung up all over Aranselum, no longer quite the paradise it had once been.
Sighing, Frang stuck his hand under the DNA checker of the door, walked through, and entered his room. There was really nothing like hacking a few computers to raise one's spirits.

BoX exited from the J2S Archives, which he had been maliciously sucking into his void, and got back into his postal van before anyone noticed that he had been maliciously sucking J2S Archives into his void. The next mail delivery was to Blagagnga, current residence Unknown Planet. Fortunately, the evils of BoX were evil enough to discern the exact longitude, lattitude and current mood of the reciepent, so the postal van warped into ultradrive and sped through the cosmos.
A few minutes later, BoX landed the van behind the wreckage of what had probably been seven or so starships, and proceeded towards the large building. Using his Evil Evils, BoX located the best path to Blagagnga, which BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ's group had overlooked totally, and took it, arriving there three minutes later.
Blagagnga, not noticing the mail carrier was a BoX because he was an idiot, took the mail and opened it. BoX went and sat in a large despression in the floor, even though BoXs can't sit, having fufilled the last delivery for the day. Maybe he could find some nice things to suck into his void here.

The group that you keep hearing about proceeded along a narrow corridor, one at a time. All were very nervous, especially Gurgi, as single file proceedings were very susceptible to attack. As it was, however, no gates fell seperating the travellers, or anything like that.
Soon, they came to a chamber of some sort, with two exits, both with convinient signs above them. One read "Really Secret Path to Inner Chamber, where Blagagnga is most often to be found without any guards whatsoever" in a small font. The other directed travellers with "Planet Destroying Bomb and Shoot/Maim/Hurl combination machine right this way".
"Wow, what a decision..." muttered Jim, looking back and forth.
"I suggest we split up." said BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, wisely.
"Fine." said Jim, readying his slingshot. "I'm going to seek out Blagagnga."
But before any more decision could be reached, Patrian's sharp ears caught the sound of footsteps. "Not more soldiers!" said Tyf, grumpily. "Where does he get them all?"
"I'm not sure." said Speedy, thinking. "I doubt they're the 'Drabians' to the east, and he was the sole survivor of his crash. I think all these soldiers are more continuity errors."
"Which proves we're getting close." said 'Dagda', not knowing if it was true, but saying it because it sounded believable.
"Nostrils!" shouted Gurgi, suddenly, and they all turned around. Instead of the soldiers expected, seven black robed figures were proceeding up the hallway, silent except for their footsteps, and the rustling of their robes.
There was general pandemonium. At first everyone except Gurgi held their calm, but one of the Nostrils lifted a hand and a wall evaporated, so everyone started running around and screaming. As it was, Jim Drab and BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ ran up the path to Blagagnga, Speedy and Propulsion took the corridor leading to the machinery, and the rest (after crashing into a lot of things) were left to hold the Nostrils off until the escaped four had completed their missions.

Jim ran up the corridor, all trace of joviality gone. This was the enemy of his life, the murder of Mr. Continuity, the current bad villain guy.
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ followed, also resolutish. Although Blagagnga's defeat was not so important to him, he did want to get off of this planet in Jim Drab's spaceship, and that would really require them getting out of this alive.
Soon, they reached the Inner Chamber, where Blagagnga was sitting around lazily, reading mail, unprotected. A void occupied a small part of the floor, and the pair carefully sidestepped around it.
"Blagagnga." said Jim Drab, dramaticly.
Blagagnga flipped over to the other side of the paper.
"I have come." said Jim, glaring at Blagagnga for being so calm about the whole thing.
Blagagnga combed his hair.
"My name is Jim Drab, head of Plotline Hotline. You killed Mr. Continuity. I have come to kill you."
Blagagnga yawned, and scratched an itch.
"He's an idiot." reminded BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ.
Jim, tired of the pleasentries, aimed his slingshot and fired. A red hot stone sped from the rubber band, and sped straight at Blagagnga. But somehow, inexplicably, no defense mechanisms activated, and the stone simply hit Blagagnga in the face. Poor Blaggy fell over onto the floor.

Speedy and Propulsion reached the end of the ridiculously short corridor. Spotting a guard, Speedy used the magnetic pulse gun to pin him to the wall. While Propulsion disposed of the weapon, Speedy walked over to where the captive was captive. "Now, suppose you tell us how to deactivate the Planet Destroying Bomb, or would you prefer hanging there for another few hours?"
"No!" cried the guard, struggling to get free. "The planet will blow up in a few hours! I don't want to spend the last moments of my life stuck to a wall!"
Propulsion rolled his eyes. "Well, then, tell us how to deactivate it."
The guard twisted. "I can't! If I say it, my life will end instantly! It's an old villain mastermind cliche'!"
The two rabbits looked at eachother. The poor guy was probably right.
"Well, then, can you show us how, without saying it?" asked Speedy, conjolingly.
The guard wordlessly pointed at a paper attached to the wall with detailed instructions on how to shut down Planet Destroying Bombs for fun and profit in one easy step.
"The Planet Destroying Bomb is powered by the Shoot/Maim/Hurl machine." read the paper, upon inspection. "To shut it down, a living person must enter the Hurl input tube, of their own free will, never to return alive."
Speedy gulped.
Propulsion followed suit.
The guard tried to get free from the wall.

Jim Drab looked at BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, perplexed. "That was easy."
"Too easy." responded BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, turning on some spooky music in his headphones. "Look out for traps."
Slowly, a wall opened, and a very small hovercraft flew out, Blagagnga seated in it. "I just killed you!" cried Jim, staring from Blagagnga in the hovercraft to Blagagnga on the ground. The former smiled, and pressed a button on the control panel for the hovercraft. The Blagagna laying dead on the floor split in half, revealing intricate gears and whatnot within.
"Classic evil villain cliche'." said BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, sighing. "The heroes just defeat a robot."
"You're supposed to be an idiot!" cried Jim, still distraught over having only disabled a robot.
The hovercraft produced some neon green letters, reading "I got better."
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ sighed again, as the hovercraft opened fire, shooting what looked more like easter eggs then anything else at our earstwhile heroes.
Jim Drab quickly refitted his slingshot, dodging easter eggs, and fired. Sadly, the stone was intercepted by an easter egg.
"BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ! Use your chicken blaster!" said Jim, dodging a pastel assortment of farm products. BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ got out said item, but an egg splattered it, effectively wrecking the mechanism. And then there was dead silence, as the easter eggs stopped flying. Also because the Quickie Death (tm) lasers being fired instead didn't make noise.