With the aid of complicated equipment, Lapinette and the Wabbit transferred to the submarine. But to their surprise, there was no bar to be seen, "Maybe Jenny thought we meant a Bar Class submarine," Lapinette shook her head. "It's too modern, and I'm not certain, but it could be Soviet." A voice rang out over the tannoy. "The bar will shortly be open for the same of hard, very hard and extremely hard drinks." The Wabbit looked puzzled. "There's not much room on a submarine for a bar." The voice replied. "We have ways of getting you there." Lapinette didn't fancy crawling into the torpedo housing and said so. "We wouldn't dream of that," said the voice. "Merely sit on the torpedo you see in front of you. We'll bring you whatever you desire." The Wabbit shrugged and lay astride the torpedo. Lapinette tucked in behind. "Two Proseccos," she cried. "Vodka only!" shouted the voice. The torpedo began to move. It slid into the housing and through a door. "Fire," shouted the voice. Everything turned into blur and the Wabbits found themselves in the deepest blue sea they had ever seen. They were spinning, but levelled out. They could see something amazing. A torpedo house at sea. "There's definitely a bar there," grunted the Wabbit. "Looks like a Vodka Bar!" said Lapinette. "Man is not a camel," toasted the Wabbit, "He must drink."
