Speedy walked along merrily, not noticing his hair still burning like a match because the fire station employees had missed it with their hose stuff. It was his turn to walk ahead and warn of any possible traps set by Kovu and/or Slayer, while the rest lugged along the slightly sodden War Tavern building materials. The 'Tavern's former resting place was not too far off, now, assuming they hadn't been warped to some other part of Carrotus while they weren't paying any attention, and that was unlikely.
"Look!" cried Speedy, pointing ahead. "Tabletop Mesa, the friendly neighborhood redundant landmark!"
"So it is." said Ducky, looking up from the bag of nails and hammers and screwdrivers and stuff like that. "That must mean.. we're travelling in the right direction."
"Hmmm, yeah.." said Speedy, tilting his head on one side to look like he was thinking. "I mean, was there any doubt?"
"Hurry up, you're blocking the procession!" cried the muddy rabbit with charred hair, and Speedy began walking again, leaving the others room to walk.
"So, uh, how much further is it?" asked BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, who hadn't been on the Outing, and thus didn't have a good idea of how the land laid.
"It should be on the other side of the Mesa." said Propulsion, groaning under the weight of a dangerously stacked pile of boards. "We've rounded second and third, and home is just around the corner."
"The crowd is going wild." added Speedy, then broke into a stride. "Come on! Dark is approaching, and we want to arrive before nightfall."
This was true, so the ones who were ladened with burdens tried to increase their gait, with mixed sucess.
Soon, they had reached the foot of the Mesa. "Shall we go around, or climb it?" asked the irish rabbit, judging the distance with a yo-yo.
"Around." said Ducky, decidedly. "I'm not going up a Mesa side with a bag of metal objects."
There was general agreement, so they began to go around the mesa. They had not gotten very far, however, when a large rumbling sound was heard.
"What's that?" asked Tyf, in alarm.
"A large rumbling sound!" said BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ wisely, recieving a glare for his troubles.
Speedy pointed upward, in the general direction of the source of the rumbling sound. A landslide had started, and a figure was standing on top of the mesa looking evil, though they couldn't make out his/her/its features from down below.
"The landslide is coming right at us." said the irish rabbit, wisely. "Quick BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, your backpack!"
"The stupid thing is stuck." said BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, after fumbling for a moment. "Our best bet is to run away."
"I can't run with this stuff!" said Tyf, who was carrying all the beer taps, as well as two chairs, on her back.
"Carry what you can, leave the rest!" cried Speedy, grabbing a stack of boards from off of Propulsion, and running.
This was the general practice, and they managed to save about half of the materials before the rest were crushed by the landslide.
"Slow landslide." commented Propulsion, as the flame on Speedy's hair got down to his head, causing him to yelp.

From above, Slayer grinned in triumph. Once he had gotten over his inner struggle on which side to take, and purchased a large detonator from a convinience store, everything had been easy. Now those 'Taverners would have to find a hardware store again, and maybe this time they would find his booby trapped one..
Suddenly, Kovu's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Slayer! I have just recovered from the mace you whacked me with, and my view screens show me half the 'Tavern materials have been destroyed by a landslide!"
"Yes." said Slayer, after making sure it was just on the radio, and that Slayer had not appeared next to him. "I slowed them down quite handily."
"Well, if you still want to slow them down, why did you stop me from wrecking sithly harm upon them?"
"Kovu.." said Slayer, then sighed. "In your raging state, you could not have destroyed them so much as have been defeated, and probably tied up. What would be the point of that?"
"I find your lack of faith.... disturbing." said Kovu, and laughed "Mwahahahaha!". Slayer crumpled to the ground as the radio inside his ear that Kovu had installed in all his evil minions exploded.

"Well," sighed Ducky, "there's nothing to be done about it. We have to go buy half the materials needed for the War Tavern, for the low, low price of 0 Carrotian Currency."
"We could get jobs.." suggested Speedy, which was considered by the rest.
"First," said Ducky, "we should find the price for half the materials. That way, we know how much to work for, or whatever other method of getting more money we may think of."
"Right." said BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, then shouldered some building stuff. "I think that cheap hardware store was this way."
So they went this way, as opposed to that way, while grammatically correct, is not entirely accurate.
"There's the hardware store!" said BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, upon spotting the hardware store. This time, however, it was lighted up, and there was a large sign in the window reading "UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT".
"Well, as long as it's still a hardware store." said Ducky, and the others agreed, so they went inside, causing a little bell to ring.
"Can I help yuh-" the man behind the counter was beginning, when he noticed who they were. "YOU again! Well, you're not getting in this store! I've had enough wreckage and destruction of my work to last a lifetime!"
The 'Taverners recoiled from the wrath of Pop, who had apparently taken this store over, and exited quickly.
"Now what?" asked Tyf, after being yelled at to "And STAY out!".
"Look over there!" gasped Propulsion, and they looked over there. Towering over them and everything else for several miles was a gigantic hardware store, promising "The cheapest prices in the world, the friendliest workers, and gairunteed no booby traps OR spelling mistakes!"
"Let's try there." said BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, matter of factedly, so they entered.