The scene was uneasy - the opportunity for achieving Pie was much less at hand. Losing their rabbititidy ought to have bothered them, but only their personalities were out of whack. In the back of everyone's mind was the idea that they had come with a purpose, but most of them had something more or less incoherent to bother wwith - such as eating off the ground or bantering and rebutting eachother. Or in Haze's corner, propping the "new" KFC "tangy" popcorn chicken, as rehashed as that was. Ducky and Kovu were forced to throw the book at him about copyright infringement, so as not to be lawsuited up. It did ever hurt, and Haze's Colonel glasses were broken.
This was the problem, normally none of them had much conflict between eachother, especially after taking out the sponge thing together. Now their was a huge conflict of interest.

Batty Buddy was frankly going plum nuts wanting to go for a run with them, but they all had something else on their minds. Derby wanted to eat plum nuts, if that was a food at all. He was hoping to avoid Grape-Nuts at least. DDay wanted to sit down a be a bum or maybe pick up a woman, but the chances of that were slim. Unknown and Kovu also wanted to take a seat and argue eachother to death. Rocky had attempted a takeover of Ducky's desk to perform a puppet show and failed, whereas in good news, Firesword and Speedy ad opted to perform a show together, but knew no one would watch. Baeauman wanted to mix himself a drink. Ducky was the only one with Pie on the mind, trying to keep "her eyes on the goal" as she repeated to herself. Haze began to regain conciousness and surveyed the terrain. What a mixture of garbage, especially in the Misc. corner, full of towering mounatins. Many of them had collapsed before their eyes due to the wind, they were made of compacted but maliciously inane junk. They built back up rapidly. Possum Forest looked pretty undesireable too, especially since Baeauman pointed out they might become opposums. Only the art place, and that other thing, "LOOK - - - Comedy cafe!" yelled Haze.

This would suit their needs completely, and possibly serve pie or know of a pie distributor, pointed out Ducky. Perfect luck it was, they assumed, and Batty Buddy took off down the trail. Firesword mounted Derby and with spindly sword in hand, followed Batty. Unfortunately for time's sake the rest of them walked with low or mid intensity. Within the hour they had almost all collected, and finally Ducky, who had rolled the desk the whole way, came into view. Most of them had gone inside, Baeauman already having become incoherently drunk (For those who wonder what scientists do for fun) and Dday was having a wild nap in one of the booths. The establishment rang similar to the War Tavern but somehow it was more accomidating and the "decor" was nicer. The comedy stage was containing Speedy and Firesword as they had gotten into a real argument after Speedy had been poked. A bad day for Shakespearean dialogue. As Derby sat outside tied to the post, Rocky sat comfortably after changing out of his sweater. He looked around most pleasingly, and saw a huge man sitting along the wall. He wore a glaringly red shirt with white lettering tht read "I like pie". He tapped Ducky's shoulder and pointed. "It's a wonderful day in his neighborhood, he has one to himself!" Ducky had to slap him, and then slap herself. It was "I like pie"! He was once the board's newest member, she recalled. He must know how to fix their dilemma.
On his plate sat crumbs, which if Baeauman had looked, would have been determined Pie. Ducky slowly moved over to him to ask a nonoffending question. She had to start small. "Um, do you like pie?" she said, carefully. He sat up and looked over with a wonderful smile full of cherry and crumbs. "Yes, as a matter of fact!" he sad cheerily, or maybe cherrily. Ducky humored him, as was appriopriate in the comedy cafe.
A few minutes later: She still tried to think of a safe question. "Do you know, where, we could get some?" she queried in her best nongender/racial specific voice. He turned to her again happily. "Yes, menu," he pointed out. So the comedy cafe had pie, did they. But how much? She wanted to ask him, but was afraid of threatening his appetite. Instead she walked outside, patting Derby's nose, and then checking out back. It was a line of eighteen-wheelers, stretching to the horizon and lined up neatly. "Oh heavens!" she exclaimed. All of the trucks read PIE on them. She never thought they'd have this much. And then it clicked again - being a comedy cafe, they would need this food item for both their food selection and their routines.

The hard part, or the crust, as she hoped to explain it, would be to borrow these trucks. No doubt they had all of the shipments of pie imaginable. But would they give it up? And what about having less fur? Would everyone want to give up this trait? Time would tell. (Hopefully time stands for "unknown rabbit" or another writer)

Stuff is good