Slayer examined the Chance Cube now resting in the paw of Kovu with curiosity. "So now that we've got it, what does it do?"
Kovu looked baffled for a moment. While they had been scheming to aquire it, what a prize it had seemed. But now, it was just another die with three red sides and three blue ones. It was less useful then a penny, really, because with pennies not only can you get a random outcome out of two possible ones, it can also be used to buy things.
".....roll it?" he asked, and dropped it on the floor, whereon it preceded to roll.

The muddy rabbit covered his face in his paws, careful not to brush off any of the mud on accident. He had always hated both heights and merry-go-rounds, and now he was in a flying car going around in circles. "Stop the car, I want to get off!" he quivered, but there was nothing they could do to stop it. Until the air wore out, the car would continue to shoot around the sky madly.
"See, now, if we had an inflatable radio, we could listen to music to calm our nerves!" complained Speedy, as the inflatable limo' was no longer something to be condescending to.
"So true.." said Ducky mournfully, and began humming "My Life" to sooth everyone, with mixed results.
"You would think either the limo' would have run out of air, or we'd have hit something, by now." said Propulsion, as the air ran out, causing them to hit something.
"Yes, you would." said Speedy, intelligently. "Say, what is this we've crashed into?"
"Well..." said Tyf, examining it, "it looks like an enormous needle, stuck into the sky."
"Gee," said the muddy rabbit, sarcastically, "I didn't know it was sick." But the reason for the needle began clear as it started going downwards, though not tilting to the side and falling over or anything.
"ULTRA NURSE(tm and patent pending)!" cried the irish rabbit, a regular suscriber to her comic. "You and your spiffy extend-o-needle have saved us from running out of air and falling to the ground in a sickening splat!"
"Yes, tis I." said ULTRA NURSE, shrinking the needle enough that it jumped back into her weird outfit. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I left Cutey Pie battling ULTRA-PATIENT all alone, and it could be dangerous."
And with a flurry of bandages, she was gone, leaving the travellers to climb out of the wrecked Limo'.
"Well.. now what do we do?" asked Ducky, avoiding a small patch of mud. "Do we get another one, or continue the search for the hardware store on foot?"
"Let's continue on foot, but get another one if the oppurtunity presents itself." said BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, quite fairly. So they continued on foot, planning to get another inflatable limo' if the oppurtunity would kindly present itself.

"Your Kovuness!" cried Major Annoyance, from a readout reading what he was about to say, "Reliable sources show that there is a hardware store very close to the travellers you seek to divert!"
Kovu turned to the Major Annoyance, enraged. "Well, what are you waiting for? We must distract them, and what is better suited to that job then the Pickle Barrage(tm and patent depending)!?"
"Yes sir." said Annoyance, and pressed a button on a nearby thingy, which activated the before spoken of distracter.
Kovu and Slayer went over to a large wide screen color TV showing the hardware store seekers, so that they might see the effects.
Soon, a large bomber plane flew overhead, blocking out the sun, and opened the cargo hatch. Hundreds of Pickles, Thousands of Pickles, Millions and Billions and Trillions of Pickles fell down from the plane upon the startled group, who promptly began slipping and sliding all over the place, until they all slid right into the open door of "Mom and Pop's Hardware Store", which was oddly free of pickles on the inside.
"Curses!" intoned Kovu, then glared at Slayer for not following suit. "Again my plans to hinder them fail!"
"Maybe it's an omen." said Slayer, brightly, following Kovu pacing around the room. "It means that you are forever destined to be defeated by them."
"What? Never!" cried Kovu, whirling around. "Enough of these minor weapons! I want my entire eViL aRmY(tm and whatnot) down there and destroying that hardware store negative three hours from now!"
"Gee...." said Slayer, mulling this over in his head, and landing on the last bit. "You sure ask a lot from your soldiers."

BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ looked around him, dazed. They had been walking along, and everything had gone dark, and now they were inside.. a hardware store! Deciding the end justified the means, BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ sprang to his feet, and began looking for bargains.
Ducky painfully got to her feet. She had slid into a hard buzz saw, and her head hurt. Say, where were they, that there were buzz saws to slide into, anyway? Hmmm... boards, drills, nails, more boards.. it certainly looked like a hardware store. BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ was rooting around in a box of nails, probably to find bent ones (which usually went cheaper), but the rest were still getting their bearings.
Extricating herself from a corner, Ducky began exploring the store.
It had all the appearance of an ordinary hardware store, and if you've never been to one, I'm not about to start describing it. Indeed, there was even someone behind the counter, polishing a thumbtack with horse liniment.
"Excuse me.." said Ducky to the someone, who turned his head from the thumbtack to her, "what place is this?"
"This is Mom and Pop's hardware store." said the someone, reasonably jovially. "And I'm Pop. But all my friends call me.." he paused, as if searching his memory. "..Horace van Deloris van Carthorris van Strwawtz, van Pygmy van Ziggy van Chickadee van Grouch."
"Can I just call you Pop?" asked Ducky, after thinking for a moment.
"Sure." laughed Pop, still jovial. "I'd much appreciate it if you do, as I get annoyed every time they call me that other name."
"Oh...." said Ducky, kind of confused. "Anyway, we came here with a reason. How much would it cost to buy enough materials to reconstruct a Tavern of War?"
"Hmmmm.... not a common request.. gimme a moment to make an estimate." So Ducky stood there, waiting, and BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ scavenged around, and the rest of the group kind of stood there, talking, and doing their best not to trip on anything.
"Ah, ok." said Pop, returning from behind the counter, as he had left it without mention. "It should take about 3,000 Carrrotian Currency."
"Really?" said Ducky, bouncing a bit. "That's just what we have!"
"Wait.." said Pop, furrowing his brow. "That's not right. I left out a digit. It should take about 30,000 Carrotian Currency."
Ducky's face fell, but then a rain of phaser bullets flew through the door, and that conversation was forgotten.

Bleh.. sudden mental block.