Quantum and Skratch dropped the rest of the team off. "This seems familiar!" Lapinette was puzzled. "Didn't we drop the pterodactyls off here." "Yep," said the Wabbit. "Same spot and they're still here." Lapinette wasn't happy. "There's that ghastly frog." Wabsworth giggled. "Mirrup!" The frog sounded happy enough. "OK," said the Wabbit and he clapped his paws. "What's your assessment of the planet?" Lapinette scowled. "Unpleasant. Don't like it. Too hot, too red, too green. To cloudy. Too froggy." The Wabbit smiled and turned to Wabsworth. "Your view?" Wabsworth was poking around. "What flew by?" The Wabbit hadn't seen anything. He shrugged, but he always listened to Wabsworth because he knew stuff. "Something transparent?" Wabsworth screwed up his nose. "Nearly. And also smelly." The Wabbit couldn't smell a thing. His nose twitched. Yes. There was the aroma of baked beans. "Beans?" he asked. "Breakfast," nodded Wabsworth. "The Full Scottish." The Wabbit sniffed again, and now he detected black pudding. "A transparent thing that smells like breakfast?" Lapinette snorted in horror. She hated that sort of thing and added it to the list of things she disliked about the planet. The Wabbit felt a prick and slapped his paw. "Should have brought mosquito repellent." Lapinette added mosquitos to her list. "Let's look around team," instructed the Wabbit, "We might find a bar."
