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After a few tries, the sponge was waterlogged. Happily, the 'Taverners rushed over to it, where it lay feebly, and were about to go at it with small knives, before BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ pushed them back. "Beware," he said, "this thing may still have malicious powers."
This was true, so they bewared, as BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ fumbled with his backpack to get it open.
"Oh, let me." said Batty, opening his, and pulled out.. a combination Shrinkray-Plothole machine. Shrugging, he aimed it at the sponge, which shrunk to the size of a normal sponge before vanishing.

A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, Darth Vader's eyebrows once more went up as a convinient sponge arrived to help him with the vast army of lemon pies that had struck him.

"So, can we depart from Lori Central, now that the menace of the Giant Sponge-Like Thing is over?" asked Ducky, as Batty returned the helpful ray to his backpack.
"I see no reason why not." said Unknown, climbing down from the water tower. "Once out of here, we cross over to the Non Jazz-Related Forums, then into Misc, where we shall find the PIE!"
Several hats were thrown up into the air, ownership questionable, then the group set off following an arrow on a sign that read "This way out of Lori Central."

"There!" said DDay, pointing. "The next step of our quest!"
They stepped across the border of Lori Central/Non Jazz-Related Forums. but no sooner had they done this, when they all had a very funny feeling.
"I'm melting, I'm melting!" cried Firesword, fearfully, but nothing so commonplace was happening. They were changing in a most unusual way..
"What the..?" asked BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, mostly echoed by the rest.
Batty Buddy had a hiking costume on, complete with backpack, Firesword had turned into a french musketeer, DDay had become a middleaged bachelor stereotype, Haze looked like Colonel Sanders, Kovu appeared as a lawyer, Unknown the lawyer for the other side, BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ a stereotypical lab type person, Rocky looked and acted like Mr. Rogers, Speedy was dressed up as Hamlet, Ducky had changed into a Public Relations person, complete with desk, and Derby was a quite striking brown horse. But the strangest part, was that they all, with the exception of Derby, were human.
"Evidently," said BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, pulling a sheet of paper out from a pocket, "the transition from Jazz-Related to Non Jazz-Related has affected us, as well, altering our physical components to a definitely modified exterior, accompanying brain waves to accomondate our recently aquired appearances."
"Isn't that great, kids?!" asked Rocky to no one in paticular.
"I don't care, unless it gets me money." drawled DDay, languidly. Firesword glared at him and drew his sword. "Lazy miscreant! Come, draw thy sword so that I might partake of thy blood for this affrontation of our colleauge!"
"To be, or not to be Human, that is the question.." muttered Speedy.
"Human, of course." said Batty. "Much better for jogging!"
"My client, BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, is in the right of this matter." said Kovu, "but that has nothing to do with the case and shall be ignored. Your honor, I shall now prove that BæÅüMÃ(-)Ñ, on today the this month of this year, articulated a correct statement of our current physical status."
"Rubbish!" cried Unknown, stomping the ground. "You forget to take into account the vast evidence contrary to your proposition. To demonstrate, I call my first witness. Witness?"
"Neeeeigh!" cried Derby, and inspected the ground for food.
"Oh, please, don't quarrel so." said Ducky, wringing her hands. "Let's try to figure out a way out of this situation, so that we can get the PIE!"
"I do Pie RIGHT!" cried Haze.