"Hey, it's Kovu," exclaimed the irish rabbit rather worried. 'In the flesh' in fact," he growled at them moving forwards. They were quite surprised to see such desperation instead of his launching a further unusual attack scheme. And Slayer too. "Why the star wars thing? It won't do that much good." wondered Baeauman.
"Maybe unknown rabbit saw star wars recently," rationalized Ducky. "Who's unknown rabbit?" said Baeauman back. 'What, you expect me to know?" she replied, feeling overestimated.
Speedy made the move and fired a wide beam at Kovu but as necessary Kovu blocked it. Kovu swung at Speedy nearly hitting but only making the clever noise. They moved back past a few of the others fighting all the way drawing up dust and smoke around them. At this moment of course Kovu realized he was about surrounded and so did Slayer.
Slayer jumped right into the group ready to attack Kovu and locked Kovu around the neck. Slayer's copy of "What to do in a crisis" lay far back on the ground but a good job was still being done. "Not a good idea! Come back up with me and we'll scheme, not get killed. Not today!" recited Slayer. Kovu was dragged back towards reentry by Slayer but firmly resisted. "NO! Release me. I am not yours to control. Let me destroy them, they wouldn't soon lay a hand on myself and the power of my eViL pIkE!" yelled Kovu. Slayer maced him and Kovu was left being dragged through the dirt and rubbing his eyes.
"What a relief!" exclaimed Baeauman. "Yeah really, to have the mr. big villian just attack like that is not comfortable!" said relieved Tyf. They began to put away their weapons. Slayer threw Kovu back to where he belonged. However the "What to do in a crisis" had been picked up and was under the gaze of Slayer's fleeting and dashing, quite anxious eyes. Kovu couldn't finish the few taverners even in such a rage. A rotten move. He could do it, however. His adversaries had recieved what he and Kovu were preventing them from aquiring, in fact without a limousine and without being thwarted by even the eViL aRmY. Goodness sakes. He had to attack, but was now the time? And what if Kovu jumped back down. .
Meanwhile, being quick, or at least not slow, the tavern group had begun to haul away their supplies in the direction of home. Slayer's eyes turned to this and were unhappy eyes. The smiling irish eyes of the irish rabbit were looking at the supplies satisfiedly knowing that it wasn't too hard of a journey to get tavern supplies even with Kovu on thier backs. Soon after Slayer's eyes, as he walked casually down the street under the street lights met the words 'Doubles as incindiery explosive' on the book binding. How he was ever so unsure but what a wonderful finding. The book would likely burn, he thought, but if the tavern supplies burnt too, where was the crisis? Averted. And his other hardware store was still in existance. It was worth it, and he could buy a new one, or even steal Kovu's hardback one. They had gotten ahead of his again as he thought, so he picked up the pace until he was a good throw away from them. He pitched the book into the middle of the walking group.
"It's slayer's book," stated Propulsion. Badly timed. "Say what?" asked Speedy. "Woah you're still here," he smiled. A few of them looked at the book for a few seconds as Propulsion explained he had been chewing a large piece of gum with padding, to diminish chewing sound. The time spent idling was too much and the book blew up all over them. The dirt headed rabbit now had charred hair all over his head and Speedy had the classic one strand of hair burning like a match. Slayer was ecstatic. And the supplies were burning all over, bent nails and all.
Then slayer broke down however trying to keep his distress secret, the group had parked their feet in front of the fire station. Had he been crying his tears would have put out the fire. A small slip from the book floated to his bent knees about a subscription to their magazine, crisis management monthy. He brushed it away. Lights went on in the fire house and the hose was draped out the window, in fact hooked up to the sink. In a few minutes the supplies and burning fur was put out and a little smoke hung in the air. "Thanks so much!" yelled Ducky to the fire staffers upstairs. Baeauman looked twitchy. "Hey, did they call this Convenient Fire House??" he laughed and winked successively. They turned the hose back on him for a moment as if to say no. The irish bunny took a look at Slayer and enjoyed a moment of fun.
Slayer in his manic fit of distress had picked the magazine slip back up and saw one of the covers. "Yes, I am out of tricks, and probably won't be reaccepted by my coworker in evil!" he said to the slip. "Put a mine between third and home" was the tactic to be described. Slayer couldn't read the magazine naturally but knew he had to regroup, himself, and attack them some time later before they got to the tavern site.

(Rocky)