Speedy, having abandoned the drivers license (which Ducky pounced upon), wandered through corridors, confident that no realistic spaceship would have so many, and it was merely for the point of dragging out the search. Suddenly, a red glint caught his eye. The cherry table? Cautiously, Speedy advanced around the corner, in case the table had grown tired of being abandonded in this faction, come to life, and decided to conquer the world. If it had, Speedy didn't know about it, as the red glint was from merely from the lever that had been the beginning of the whole crash to Jimdrabnia. Careful not to pull it, in case the self destruct mechanism still worked, Speedy edged past, only to discover a humongous mass of rubble. A hand poked out of it, connected to an arm, which Speedy recognized as that of Han Soda. But he was obviously dead, having been there for so long.
Turning aside, Speedy tramped back through the ship, until he found Ducky and BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, who had met, and were assisting eachother in removing some debris from a likely passage.
"Hey guys," said Speedy, cordially, "I found the body of Han. Want to dig him out and give him a proper burial? Not that he's not already buried, but some of him is sticking out, which isn't good for afterlifish morale, I should think."
BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ grunted and turned his head from the task at hand. "Your morals are commendable, Speedy, but your realism is low. Considering the front of the ship was what took the full brunt of the crash, from what you tell me, I should say he's too buried to recover. We could get some more rubble, and bury the bit sticking out, though, if you like."
Ducky brightened. "Yes! That's it." she said, and bounced off with an armload of junk. "Which way, Speedy?"
Speedy pointed, picking up various refuse himself, while BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ grumbled something and returned to moving away the blockage on his own. After a while, he remembered his backpack, but the hall was clear enough by then it wasn't necessary.

Propulsion had come across a nigh-useless sign. It was a complete map of the ship, which seemed to be arranged in a grid like thing. The only other guide was a green spot entitled "You are not here", which was little use.
Wait. Maybe if he reached one of the corners of the grid, he could locate a storage chamber from there, by memorizing the directions to go. Assuming something did't block his path. Propulsion, thinking, found the quickest path from each corner, memorized the directions, and set off in search of a corner. The whole process had taken only ten minutes, a stunning figure which he was not paticularly proud of.
Deciding that the best way to find a corner was to set off in one certain direction and not waver, Propulsion turned himself 360 Degrees Counter-Clockwise, and set off, humming some tune or another.
It was not long before he reached an edge of the grid. There had been some obstructions, but Propulsion had been able to find alternate routes. Now, all he had to do was preform a right angle turn, set off, and he'd be at a corner.
He did this, and reached a corner of the grid. It was only then he had little idea which corner he was in. The paths to the storage chamber required going in different directions from each corner, so unless he could figure out a little more about his bearings, he was only a little better off then beforehand. Propulsion looked around for a sign of some landmark.

"I like torture." said some random lunatic who wasn't at all relevant to the story.

"Hmmmm." said Kovu, in accordance with his character. This was obviously no walk in a hedge maze. You couldn't take out your carefully concealed garden shears and cut a path to an adjoining passage, or climb up onto the wall and take a lookout. This was blind mazing.
Being totally lost, it was no surprise to Kovu, when he, after minutes of painful searching, came across the Cherry Table. It was completely intact, except for a small dent, and stood on top a pedestal so any attempt to view it gave it a very bold appearance. There was dramatic lighting, too.
Smiling in happiness at being the first to find it, Kovu began speaking into the radio. Then he realized that he had detonated Slayer's recieving one while feeling evil. However, though the truth, this was not too bad, as Fquist soon arrived, having also been formerly evil.
"Hi Quist." said Kovu, also in accordance with his character. "You want to help me lug this thing out of here?"
Fquist looked shocked at the thought of such menial labor. So, after some thought, he summoned The Moving Bot!, outdated but still functioning, who moved the Cherry Table, Kovu and Fquist out to Clockwork's still working spaceship, where they planned to bring it in the first place.
After some time, the other 'Taverners gave up (including Propulsion, after finally reaching the storage chamber and finding nothing there), came outside, and glared at Kovu for not telling them he had already found it.

Later, after flying the spaceship over to what was left of the Fuzzy Bunny Slipper factory, and determining that the "Hurl" tube had, indeed pointed to Tubelectric, the spaceship landed on Tubelectric. (The before mentioned stuff, FYI, was paticularly boring, and thus not included)

"Tubelectic!" said BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, looking out at all the abandonded machinery just waiting to be put to use.
"Tubelectric!" said Slayer, instantly searching the ground for his warp shield.
"Tubelectric!" said Ducky, putting her hand above her eyes to filter out the sunlight, and looking for Jim Drab's body.
"It's just another planet.." said Propulsion, moodily, and was responded to with "Shhhh!".
So they set off, in search of Slayer's Warpshield, Jim Drab's body, or a good place to eat.
"So, do we have any plans for bringing him back to life?" asked Tyf, musingly.
"No. I was hoping to ad-lib." said BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, after nobody else said anything. "You know, 'hum-a-few-bars-and-I'll-fake-it kind of thing."
"Great." said the irish rabbit. "It occurs to me now we should have thought of this beforehand. It seems like even after this, we'll have to go on yet another search."
"Well, in the end, we're getting the War Tavern back." said Ducky. "We have the funds, we have the materials, and we have the Cherry Table."
"Yes.." said Slayer, and suddenly tripped, sprawling on the ground. Grumbling, he got up, but the muddy rabbit examined the ground where he had tripped.
"Hey Slay, is this your warp shield?" he asked, holding a small object up.
"Yes!" cried Slayer, grabbing it. "What an incredible stroke of luck!" Then, speaking to the warp shield, he continued before anyone could stop him, "Take us to the body of Jim Drab, wheresoever he might be."
There was a "Spluoinge" noise, and they found themselves in a large blue bubble, travelling at immense speeds in one set direction. They had become intangible, noted BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, after the bubble shot through a wall.
"Where are all the buildings?" asked Speedy, curiously. "Where's the places where Jazz went through and all that?"
"I think they're on the other side of Tubelectric," said BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, consulting a book. "Here it is. Tubelectric is composed of two main sides. The abandonded factory, and the barren land of the Ostrich peeps."
Just as the book went back into the backpack, there was a "Pop", and they fell onto a smooth rock. Next to them lay the still form of Jim Drab, looking really most sincerely dead, right up to the hole through his stomach.
"That's him." said Propulsion, wisely, and they all examined him for any obvious ways of reincarnation until it was decided pointless.
"Let us hold a seance." suggested Ducky. There were no better ideas, so they all sat down in a circle around the dead guy, and dimmed the lights, and recited the magic charm of "Iwudlektubyapitsa" (Pronounced I would like to buy a pizza") three times backwards in another language. After some more holy procedures, some spooky music played, and a spirit from the spirit world appeared above them.
"Well? What is it? You're interrupting my nap." said the spirit, grumpily.
"..sorry." said Tyf, considerately, but most of the rest kept on with the requests and stuff.
"Sir spirit," said Ducky, "we have summoned your aid, so that you might tell us how to bring back to life our friend here. The dead guy with the hole through his stomach."
"I'm glad you told me that, for I would never have guessed otherwise." said the spirit, and burst into raucous laughter that shook a cow in the process of being milked on another planet. "Anyway. Yes, this is possible."
"Oh, good!" said Fquist, speaking because it was sometimes fun to do so. "How?"
"Preform the ritual of Munkisi Munkidu over a fire of only one log, and the person in question shall return to life, though you might want to fix that hole in his chest first."
The 'Taverners, eagerly, began getting up, but the spirit raised a spiritly hand. "Wait! One thing more. The spirit world has a rule - a life for a life. Whosoever should preform the ritual of Munkisi Munkido shall Perish, once it is completed."
As the spirit faded away, Speedy and Propulsion quickly jumped to their feet, and glared at eachother.