Lapinette caught up with the Wabbit and Wabsworth after she'd finished blasting the green things. "Where's that tape, Commander?" said Wabsworth. He liked everything tied up with a pink ribbon. "It's already copied down to digital," said the Wabbit, "We have no need for it no more!" Wabsworth agreed. "It served its purpose and allowed us to intervene. But where are the fail-deadly coordinates?" "Moved and double deeply coded," grinned the Wabbit. Lapinette held up both paws. "I renovated the tank! Watch" The tank recoiled and shot an enormous blast from the cannon. "That'll wake em up!" giggled Lapinette, "Reveillez-vous!" Wabsworth and the Wabbit looked at each other, "Zut alors?" shrugged the Wabbit. Wabsworth shrugged too, just like his Commander. "Shall we have a picnic lunch?" asked the Wabbit. "Where's the food?" enquired Lapinette. The Wabbit plunged a paw into his fur and produced sandwiches, a cake, a picnic basket and the - with the other paw - a jeroboam of chilled champagne. He laid everything on the grass. "Voila!" Lapinette drew an edged weapon from her frock and with a single swipe, cut the cake. "C'est magnifique, mon commandant!" Wabsworth, being an android, could translate into all the known languages in the Universe. But he switched on his food algorithm and uttered a single phrase. "Let's get stuck in!"
