The Plotline Hotline had been investigating a small plot circumstance moments ago, but then it blinked out of existence.
"Um, let's get back to business," requested a suited employee to the other.
The tavern crew, pleasantly without worry of any more adversary, walked along with Kovu and Slayer who had agreed to help carry materials as well. Tyf was sick of carrying bags and boxes of boards so she bargained to be the cat carrier. The cats were really not helping, any more, but Tyf tried not to make this evident as she had an easier load to lift. "It's really wonderful, now that you're not trying to kill us anymore, Kovu," congratulated Baeauman. "Yes it's a dandy, i'd say," replied Kovu. Slayer picked up a slight problem in the works. "Hey what about the military leaders?" he asked with concern to Kovu. "Oh don't joke, you think they can function without us?" he joshed. They had a good hearty laugh, Slayer spilling a portion of his bent nails. An interesting concept indeed thought Slayer. Bent nails, how well are these going to fit the tavern together?
He considered asking Baeauman about this but worried about his morale. Speedy and Propulsion joint-carried the longest boards down the sidewalk. They took leave into the street freqently to bother the drivers. The traveling companions then passed a bar and felt nostalgic. Kovu hadn't been to the tavern for a while, but of course, neither had any of the others. Tyf forced herself to the counter first beaming until she began to talk to the bartender. Ducky planted herself on the stool next to her. Her materials took up an uncomfortable and inefficiently large amount of space next to her. The other customers were flexible and decided to seat themselves on top of the pile by borrowing some of her chairs.
"Might I ask what all this is?" The question reached Ducky's ear as soon as it waded its way through the mess of other speech. It was the bartender, looking tired but not angry. "This is our building material. The war tavern got destroyed, so we have to rebuild it. It isn't too far away, you must know what it is." described Ducky. The bartender was able to finish pouring a few glasses before the whole discussion reached his ears. He thought and looked ready to reply. "Yeah, it's a vacant space now. ." he began, he must know about it. "We were hoping for a rush of customers from there when it closed like that. I don't know where they all are." he said with opinion. "They're making it an industrial complex now, it's too much land to just let sit there."
This managed to reach each Tavern member rather quickly and they wore similar expressions. No! This would cause serious problems. Who knew how many people depended on the Tavern. The charred rabbit held his head at the thought of the legal proceedings that would follow. "No! No!" he strained.
Kovu looked genuinely evil. Speedy and Propulsion were forced to pace away from him as he eyed the bartender. He lifted his eViL pIkE from his side and pointed it at the bartender. He prepared to speak, but Slayer preempted him. "Hey, it isn't an eViL pIkE any more, is it?" he wondered. Kovu looked at him distracted from his coming speech. He wondered as well. "Um, did I say a thing about it being evil?" said Kovu. Slayer looked defensive and said "No, I was just wondering," "but really..isn't it like a nEuTrAl pIkE now?" he started again. Kovu considered this and made a decision, ready to finish the tangent. "Yes, but let's lose the capitalization on the word 'neutral', it just isn't flashy enough for that," Kovu concluded.
Back and ready to argue with the bartender, Kovu repositioned himself and looked angrier than before. The customers watched as well at the irregular others who had come in packed full of furniture and tools. "No more plot complexities! That was my job." growled Kovu. The bartender was offended but quiet at first. Silence remained over them. "What did you want me to not tell you?" he rebutted. "I didn't set it up!" he yelled. Kovu tossed his head in disgust. Something like this would just foul everything up. It had to be settled quickly for the good of the less fortunate, less aware crowd in their holes, and the other taverners who were having trouble keeping their expressions of disbelief steady. "Phone!" Kovu ordered. The bartender pointed at the wall phone. "Nope, I'm going to be pacing," declined Kovu. Baeauman gave him a cellular phone instead. He dialed the Plotline Hotline rapidly and waited for the reply. He dreaded a long computerized service. Kovu had only a short time to look impatient when he was answered by an employee. "May I be of service to you?" she questioned. Kovu began to speak, as was his custom, and was interjected. "Push 1 to speak with a living assistant. Push 2 for our best in computer assistance,"
"No, just pulling your leg!" she squealed. "Don't push me," groaned Kovu. "We have a plot crisis, our existance of plot is going to be built over by industry. This entire last sequence will be of no use to us! One of the best evil positions I've held to date. The other folks have done a lot of hard work too," said Kovu. Slayer looked at him as if he had wanted a better description. "You have to erase this mess for us otherwise the whole flow will be bent and misshapen," Kovu complained.
At the hotline building, the assistant woman took a moment to assess the job at hand and look at the specifics. She scanned the plot record and then came to a halt and made an immediate decision. "Your request will not be granted! Our records show that you have killed a number of one of our employees, in your past ecscapade." she said firmly. Kovu looked explosive and turned to the others to find words that he could yell at.
"What you killed some guy?" he griped in disbelief. "What are you doing murdering people? That sort of thing has quite a lot of consequences!" he yelled. The tavern members looked sheepish. Ducky was perked up by this. "Hey, and my Cherry Table!" she said in disgust. Her eyes burned with passion the color of the cherry table. In fact the last trip had been rather careless, but so useful, to avenge the loss of a much greater good, Mr. Continuity, and save a planet. That was Jazz-caliber stuff right there. Fortunately the employee was able to monitor this lengthy stop for thought .. but was impatient. "Hey Kovu, sir, if you can change this group's record, we'll be able to do your job. We're sorry you have to represent them, you seem to be angry, but it's policy" she explained. Kovu looked confused, "So you want us to illegally change the record?" he asked for clarification. "No, you'd have to bring Mr. Jim Drab back to life. Which is difficult, but I was just saying." she told him. Kovu had a case of shifty eyes.
A new plan had to be discussed. They had the mind-altered Taverners to regain, the Tavern property to keep to themselves, the Tavern to rebuild, and the rest of the supplies to buy. A death smeared their clean record and splinters of a lost Cherry Table cut Ducky inside. They just had to make a plan before the character limit. Slayer decided to do the honors, after listening to a summary of Kovu's phone call and the ideas of others. "Here we go, we go back to this Jimdrabian area and at least get the Cherry Table. We should try and find out exactly what happened to Jim Drab and see if we can, I guess, bring him back to life," he said succinctly. "This way our record will be okay and we won't have to go back to Jimdrabia later and get Ducky's table. When we get back it will be smooth sailing with the plotline hotline, they can fix everything, and we will have wasted no time!" he said, satisfied.

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