So the few 'Taverners who had not resorted to the mindset of more earthian rabbits left the rabbit hole, all crawling except one, who got dirt on his head so he'd have something to distinguish him at last. Ducky had apparently forgotten that she had wanted to go to earth, and Derby was too busy content editing lettuce and other rabbit food to encourage the notion, so they set off along Carrotus in search of something like a hardware store.

The group was walking along, singing whatever came to mind, each drowning out all the others, until someone appeared before them.
"Bob!" cried Ducky, knowing about such things. And indeed, it was Bob, the big Mystical Voice, recently released from the mental hospital for corn juice fanatics.
"BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ!" cried Bob, angrily, drawing out a corn juice blaster that the mental hospital peeps had missed. "I have not forgotten the whacking you gave me when I was employed at FedEX! Now you die!"
But BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ wrestled the corn juice blaster from Bob's hand, so they fell to the ground, hitting eachother. "Go on!" cried BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, avoiding a blow. "I'll meet you at Bree or somewhere!"
Ducky bounced off, followed by the others, Speedy occasionally looking back to see if one or the other of the contestants had gotten the upper hand yet, or at least the corn juice blaster.

It was not until they had left that BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ realized he was acting in a manner quite contrary to usual, so he reached into his uber-backpack with a free paw, and wrestled loose a Mystical Voice Pulverizer (Or MVP for short) thingie, which he used to temporarily pulverize Bob for long enough so that he might get away. Having gotten slightly muddled during the fight, BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ walked off in the wrong direction, after confiscating the corn juice blaster for further inspection when he had the time.
Soon, he came upon a large Food Mart, which he thought might be able to give directions to a hardware store, so he entered through the automatic doors which failed to open when he went up to them, and had to be shoved open using great strength and whatnot.
The first sight inside the Food Mart to meet BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ's eye was a large display of Happy Puppy Pickle Co. Pickle Boxes, all with the added bonus of "an inflatable genuine limo' in specially marked boxes, see inside for details, no purchase necessary, do not open unless you've paid for it.
So BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, open to experimentation, bought ten of the boxes, which still was cheaper then buying a limo' normally. After opening the first nine and discarding the contents, BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ discovered the inflatable genuine limo' promised, inflated it, and drove off in search of a hardware store.

The rest of the party wasn't having too much luck. A large carrot had fallen across the main road, causing them to take a detour through a paticularly muddy spot, which did nothing to brighten their spirits, which weren't dampened anyway.
Ducky was conversing with the rest of them, having not been on the adventure to the unknown planet (which would later be known as Jimdrabia). "So you're saying you went to Earth, but you didn't pick up any materials for a new War Tavern?"
"Well, yes." said Propulsion, wishing he had a tie to finger. "But even if we had, it wouldn't have done any good, as our ship crashed. We barely got out as it is, not having time to lug anything with us, like Ducky's..... cherry.......... table............."
Propulsion cowered as Ducky glared at him. "You had my Cherry Table with you, and you didn't save it?!"
"Well, erm, yes... but you know, we weren't even anywhere near where it was stored when we had to go.."
"I must have that table back!" said Ducky, a fire in her eyes. "After this is over, we return to that planet!"
The rest did not share Ducky's enthusiasm at all, having really little or no interesting on going back there. Fortunately for them, however, further conversation was cut short as BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ drove up in his shiny new inflated limo', and they all got in and drove off into a conviniently placed sunset.

"You know..." said the irish rabbit, having just thought, "I just thought of something. How are we going to pay for the new War Tavern?"
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ turned from the inflated steering wheel, safe because they were on a straightaway. "Well, we have about 3,000. carrotian currency, that the Speedy Scrap Co. Otters paid us for the scrap of the previous War Tavern, including Ducky's...." BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ wisely stoppped talking, as Ducky was looking less then happy in the back seat.
"There's no way we're going to pay for the entire War Tavern with 3,000.00, though!" said the irish rabbit. "What are we doing out here then?"
"Simple." grinned BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, grinning. "We use this." And he pulled out a small die, half the sides blue, the other half red.
"A chance cube!" gasped Ducky, gasping. "You mean to say you're going to gamble 3,000 carrotian currency into the new War Tavern?"
"Well, uhhh, something like that, yeah."

"Kovu?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm really getting tired of this corridor."
"Such is life."
"Yeah, but still. If we went in the other direction, wouldn't the decor seem kind of different?"
"Possibly."
"Well, let's try that then."
So they turned around, and continued walking, only now the decor seemed kind of different.
"Kovu?"
"What's on your mind now?"
"What's that weird thing?"
"Where?"
Slayer pointed, and Kovu bounded over. "It's the secret door! Slayer, you are a timesaver!"
So Kovu opened it with the match, and they went through, and found the army still waiting to be reviewed.
"Hmmmm...." said Slayer, holding his chin. "Nice weapon placement and eyecandy, but the gameplay looks a little low. I'll give them a 8.0."
"No, you fool!" cried Kovu, thwapping him. "That's not what it means to review the army! We're supposed to look for soldiers out of line and whatnot."
So they did, and the review was moderately sucessful, so they went back (not through the circular hallway) to Kovu's main evil chamber, which had a nice screen thingy showing the progress and current whereabouts of BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, Ducky, Propulsion, Speedy, Tyf, the rabbit with dirt on his head, and the irish rabbit.
"They appear to be in an Inflated Limo'." said Slayer, intelligently.
"Yes...." said Kovu, musingly, and turned to the aptly named General Genuflecter. "General Genuflecter, I have determined a course of action."
The general looked up, surprised to see Kovu and Slayer returned after a day or two.
"Launch the Sharp Pin grenade!"