There, i thought something had to come between their leaving and their returning to carrotus. Good thing I waited.

The plants and grass around Baeauman's feet were all chewed to the smallest bit and he felt unpleasant. "How can they have eaten what we step on every day?" he asked concerned. Few of them were actually concerned, especially those who hadn't been mentioned until the past excursion. "I'm still bored," moaned Tyf. "Maybe they all got bored," she questioned. However no one was sure if everyone was around. They only saw ducky and they were unsure otherwise about why things were lying about.
Course of reasoning took them to deciding to see what was in the hole.
"Yeah, this is a rabbit hole," stated Speedy. "Now who's the one stating the obvious," clamored Tyf from behind them. "Unacceptable, I mean a real rabbit hole," returned Speedy. "I would say we are not real rabbits," he ended.
It was a long passage tilting into the ground and badly made. On the way down it split several times into similar tunnels. Underneath the ground it was naturally quiet, however they had expected to hear at least Ducky. They fit into the tunnels relatively well but had to crouch and were getting dirt all over their heads. The simple rabbit was trying not to duck and its head was smeared completely brown by the dirt and seeds and plant matter all over. After a bit the reached the inhabitants, of course the tavern-goers, huddled around like the rabbits they were, some digging, others moving around, but most of them slacking like they always had.
"Eep. They're all here, I guess," exclaimed Speedy, looking around at the overgrown-looking rabbits sprawled about. "Hey what's the deal guys? You call this a new war tavern?"
Little visual response was made to him, and a lot of nose movement was going on. "Do you suppose Kovu did this?" announced Baeauman to the still civilized portion. "No, this is just dumb, Kovu is more towards evil," answered the dirtheaded fellow. Tyf was just not enjoying the situation and decided to enjoy some beer. As the faint smell moved around the large open area several of the former bar flies, who had been unable to travel further into the complex, perked up and shot themselves at tyf's beer can at a strong imapct, shattering it and spreading the beer over the immediate walls. Tyf was shellshocked for the moment.
They were on the dirt walls, back to normal however this was not the word choice that came to anyone's mind. Root beer apparently. Tyf planned on being furious but realized the plot had moved along again. A clear understanding may have arisen.
"Looks like it isn't Kovu," began Baeauman as the wall drinkers were heard talking and were sort of on two feet and more active. "They're just snapped into some weird state of mind," he concluded. The dirt headed fellow was slighted, a bit, because his opinion was earlier ignored, and tyf began to drift towards being bored again. "Will beer restore all of them??" she wondered in spoken word. The consensus was no, it was only these drunks who lived and breathed it. Ducky was looking blankly at them from the side of the room structure.
'Let's try to set her back on her feet," said Speedy. "She can tell us what happened." The irishman of sorts, walked over to her and cuffed her in the side of the head. A badly constructed idea as ducky turned around and kicked him with her two feet, sending him crashing into the side wall and as neccessary, some dirt fell down around him and he had the stars around his head. An embarrasing conclusion in all respects, but Tyf wasn't afraid to try something else. She pulled out one of her guns and shot one right at the usually nimble ducky who unluckily was left with smoke rising off her fur as she ran like a bullet down the back tunnels with everyone else. Tyf was not feeling comfortable, due to the large looming mass of anger she found behind her of a sudden. "Well let's go find them," she said without looking back to see their contorted faces of displeasure.
They hadn't passed much further into the burrow when a second room was found, with more of them. Immediately the rabbits got on their feet and bean to hurry for the exit holes again but Speedy moved quickly and held Ducky down, which was not particularly easy. The rest of the group moved in and helped, but htey were unsure what to do with her. The irish rabbit was jostled about in the mess and a relatively old sandwich found its way out of his pack. Ducky managed to get them all off and began to eat, and then became aware of her situation. Certainly confused she was to see no one but the group of them who had been out in space, last she checked, and for that matter in the cold underground hole with her eyes set on a dirty sandwich.
"Hey, are you guys back so soon?" she questioned. "Yeah, mhm, yes," rushed Baeauman. "What's going on?" he asked her in rapid succession. She collected herself for a moment and realized the problem. "We had no food and we're all procrastinating, but we were hungry out of our minds. Hunger is a powerful emotion, so we started to eat grass and it all went downhill and under the ground from there," was the explanation. It added up and seemed why slightly logical in the progression of things judging by other things these tavern folks had done lately. Throughout her converstaion ducky had managed to eat the sandwich discreetly.
'I suppose more real food might revert the rest of them, but there is an undocumented number of them!" said the irishman. "I'm all out of pocket sandwiches." "The only way to get enough real food back is to get the tavern back! And at that point just the sight of the tavern should remind them where they've spent most every waking moment." argued Baeauman.
"But they're all under the influence." worried Ducky.
"Hey, don't worry, you just come with us and we can do it ourselves!" quickly joined the nondescript dirt one. He was generally concerned that he would be ignored after the last trip.
'We can do it again, really," he prodded. No one discussed disagreeing. They had accomplished something rather out there already, rebuilding something would be easy. "No going to earth!" yelled Speedy. "There must be hardware stores here too, without the intergalactic journey." he reminded.
"So we're going to do it ourselves? Let's hope there's a book," said Ducky. 'Yeah, let's, and let's be off," suggested the irishman.

(Rocky)