"It seems to me," said Tyf, who had been getting very little attention lately, "that if we carry all this stuff around it's only going to get destroyed. Should we not put it somewhere for safe keeping, then go and find the remaining materials?"
"A good point." condescended BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, stopping to look around. "Not only does this stuff get heavy in time, but you're right about it not being safe. However, where are you going to find a safe place to leave them here, in the grasslands of Carrotus?"
"Disregarding the fact that all of Carrotus is grasslands," said Speedy, "I would say right there." He pointed up at the second towering structure that day, a huge metal building named "Fort Knix".
"Wow." said Propulsion, in appreciation. "That does look fairly safe."
"By all means, then, let us try it." said Ducky, so they advanced, as quickly as possible under three quarters of the materials needed to construct a Tavern of War.
"Halt! Who goes there?" cried a man with a big sombrero, and a curly mustache, guarding the door.
"The sanity group of 'Taverners." said the irish rabbit, importantly, failing to gain awe from the guard. "We come to make a deposit."
"You look leek theeves to me." said the other end of the conversation, peering. "How do I know you won't jeest come een and crack thee safes?"
There was a quick conversation among the 'Taverners, the subject of which being checking if any of them had any certificate of non thievery or something like that. At last, BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ stepped foward, holding out a badge importantly.
"Here is my Badge of Honor, given to me by the Powers that Don't Be, Didn't Be, and Never Will Be, for extreme honor in the face of nothing in paticular."
"Badges? I don't want your steenking badges!" cried the irate guard, mustache hurridly jiggling about. "I want your steenking deposeet!"
"If we give you our deposit, will you lock it up safely until we come and collect it?" asked the burnt and muddy rabbit, so that the entire group got a chance to talk this phraragraph.
"Not so fast." said the mexican, by the looks. "No Cash, no Credeet, no Deposeet!"
The group looked blankly at eachother, until the muddy and burnt rabbit decided he understood.
"You won't make the "deposeet" until we give you the cover charge?"
There was an affirmative comment from the guard. The 'Taverners sighed, and began to walk away, but were quickly halted when the honorable Mr. ANTE-TUBBES ran from the building, a nametag reading "Hello, my name is Your Mangager, now bow down and pay tribute" on his shirt. "Wait! Don't go! We need your money!" cried he, grabbing Propulsion's collar. "Did I mention our special offer? Make a deposit of over one hundred pounds and get a 8,000 Carrotian Credits gift certificate at the hardware store of your choice!"
The 'Taverners looked at eachother again.

"Let's start planning." said Kovu, looking at General Genuflector and Major Annoyance with his red eyes. "We need some trap or attack device that will render all the efforts of the 'Taverners from Alpha to Zeta useless and generally uneffectual. Any ideas?"
"We could attack them with your evil army again." said Annoyance, trying to monitor half the viewscreens in the room at once. "Around half of them survived the hardware store explosion, including the commanding officer from a couple posts back."
"No," said Kovu, musingly, "I think we should save the evil army. If all else fails, they can destroy the War Tavern once it is rebuilt, effectively squashing their hopes and dreams."
"Let us try my newly invented trap, Mr. Bunny's PIT O DEATH!" cried General Genuflector, calling up a blueprint. "When the party walks onto this perfectly innocent patch of termite infested wood with "Please stand here and wait" written on it in blood, the wood all comes out from under them and they fall into the spikes below!"
"Too obvious." said Kovu, annoyed. "You two don't help much." he added, going over to the phone, and dialing 555-3V1L.
"Who's he gonna call?" asked General Genuflector, in a whispered conversation with the Major.
"The Dial-a-evil-genius-psychic-hotline" whispered Annoyance in response. "Now shhh."
Kovu stood there as the call was completed as dialed.
"Hello, this is Devan Shell, your evil genius for today. Your problem is that you wish to stop a party of good doers. Solution: Kidnap the female, all the time creating two mega battleships to destroy their planet."
"No thanks." said Kovu. "Got any more?"
"Sure! Create a time machine, using a treasured item of one of the travellers as your power source, and rewrite history so that they were never born."
"Too unoriginal." said Kovu, getting tired of this guy. "This is your last chance."
"Uhhhh.. kidnap their kids, and -"
"They don't have any kids." Kovu hung up, and dialed again.
"Hello, this is Oberon, your moderately evil genius for today. Your problem is that you wish to stop a party of good doers. Solution: Find a wood sprite to make them love eachother, though no two should each love the other one. There will be too many tears and heartfelt confessions for them to continue their progress."
Kovu sighed, and hung up. "Forget that plan. There is only one thing to do now."

"Ok," said BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, pointing. "There's the place I told you about."
"The place where they pay you completely unexplained large amounts of money for taste testing new flavors of pastry?" asked Propulsion, licking his lips. They had had a lot of hardship on this quest, but it seemed to have a tasty ending.
"That's the one!" cried BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, so they advanced, and had a good time eating tasty pastry, and a few days later came out with all the money and more they needed to deposit the three quarters of materials they already had, in order to get the gift certificate for the remaining quarter.
"It should be clear sailing from now on!" said Ducky, happily, as the sky darkened.
"Look up there!" gasped Tyf, and they looked. A space pod was descending. Soon, it had landed, and six figures climbed out.
"Kovu!" cried the irish rabbit, in fear.
"Mwahahahaha.. yes, and these are my assistants, Major Annoyance, General Genuflector, the commanding officer from a few posts back, DPCIFQMF and Vampyra Smurferama! You thought the story writers had forgotten about those two, didn't you?"
"Well...... to be perfectly honest, yes." said the irish rabbit, randomly elected spokesman. "But where's your evil army?"
"Err.. we ran into a lot of trouble, and turbulence on the way here." said Kovu, blushing. "The long and short of it is, we lost them all. But we shall not lose you."
And then the costume workers came on, and with a flurry of stuff, they were all wearing white suits with black face masks, and holding long rapiers.
"Have at thee, now!" cried BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, and the fight began, with parrying and blocking and dodging and all that stuff.
However, in the days it took them to get there, Kovu and his associates had had plenty of time to train with the weapons, while the 'Taverners had spent the last few days eating baked goods, so it was not too long before Kovu's side had unanimously won.
"And now you die!" cried Kovu, but then a voice cried "Hold it right there!" from the left, and everyone turned.
There stood Slayer, with a large suitcase with lots of holes poked in it. "Kovu, your reign of terror has ended. I have come to undo you."
"Slayer, no!" cried Kovu, deciding Slayer must have some powerful weapon in the suitcase. "What has brought about this change of heart in you?"
"Well, after you destroyed my inner radio, I laid on the ground for some time, until some members of the Brotherhood of Evil came upon me, and welcomed me to their club. I had fun in their club, as the only rule was to never open the blue door. But after some time, I got curious, and opened the blue door. There I was tapes of what happened when members of the brotherhood got caught.. I saw extreme tortures, agony, copyright infringement.. it was scary. I vowed to relinquish my evil ways, and after that, the Brotherhood of Evil got rid of me as soon as possible. I went back to where the War Tavern had once been, and do you know what I found there?"
"Nuh... no." said Kovu, drawing back.
"GenEX's formerly evil kittens, now become Good Cats by the powers of Admael. And they are here to undo the hypnotization they put upon you back when this all began.."
With a meow and a snap, the suitcase sprang open, and the GoOd CaTs sprang forth, and fixed their eyes upon Kovu, who was dehypnotized, and back to being a nice guy who rarely said anything but "Hmmmm.".
"Now, as for the rest of you...." began Slayer, looking at the remaining five. Annoyance, Genuflector, and the commanding officer fled to the space pod, and before anyone could stop them, flew off into the sunset.
"For monsters such as the one of Frankenquist, I believe the best solution is a hair of the dog. So, Vampyra, if you would kindly bite the neck of DPCIFQMF there.."
"Why? What's in it for me?" asked the vampire smurf, angrily.
"If you do, I have a nice job lined up for you. And I can tell you, you will not be ignored. No, you will be the center of attention, in fact."
Grumbling, Vampyra bit the neck of DPCIFQMF, who reverted back to Fquist, with all his Admin powers still intact.
"So where's my job?" asked Vampyra Smurferama, glaring at Slayer.

Soon, on Earth, 4045, TDJPSO v2 recieved a large package in the mail, with several interstellar stamps on it. Their were several air holes in the box, and the note read "To who it may concern. Enclosed is the star for your new movie, should you choose to make it, which reader polls show should be a big sucess."
Puzzled, TDJPSO v2 opened the parcel, to reveal a short blue figure, with fangs.

And after everyone had congratulated Slayer on his wisdom, they went to Fort Knix, and made the deposit, and then set off in search of one final hardware store to make good their 8,000 Carrotian Credits gift certificate.