With their ship (which used to be the squirrel’s ship) docked at the giant ship garage connected to the Spacebar, the gang made their way out, locked the door behind them, and found their way to the front door of the bar. Upon opening the door, they were met with the glorious sight of the most awesome restaurant in the universe (it wasn’t actually a bar, but, like, it was close enough. The name was cool enough that nobody really cared, and neither should you).

  The ceiling was, like, five floors high and made of glass, allowing you to look out and see stars and stuff. In fact, the walls were all made of glass too. Speaking of walls, the whole building was in the shape of a big ol’ circle, with the inside part of the circle being the kitchen where chefs cook, as chefs tend to do in a kitchen. So the dining area was more like a donut shape. All around the donut were tons of seats. There was also an upper deck area with even more seats that overhung the lower seating area. It was really freaking awesome. Hanging from the ceiling on very long chains were dim lights that really added to the awesome atmosphere.

  “This place is freaking awesome, yo,” said Bird, taking in the lovely sights and stuff.

  Seated in the seats of the Spacebar were tons of individuals of all sorts of races, so nobody was particularly weirded out when the crazy circus of animals that was the gang walked in. They had all seen far weirder things. In fact, at just that moment, a grape-looking thing with 2 legs, no arms, and extremely impressive eyebrows walked over to the gang.

  “How many seats shall we reserve for you, sir?” asked the grape-thing in the most grape-like voice you have ever heard. It was talking to Bird because he was at the Front of Everyone.

  “Uhh, seven, please,” said Bird.

  “Very well, sir,” said the grape thing. “Follow me.”

  They all followed the grape thing as it shuffled its feet at record speeds. Its legs were very short, you see, and in order to move at a normal speed, it had to move them like crazy.

  At last, they came upon a table with precisely seven seats. There was a lone goblin sitting there, but he was asked to leave the premises.

  After being seated, the grape thing told the gang that it would be with them shortly to take their order. It then shuffled off into the depths of the ‘staurant.

  “Well this certainly is a jolly place,” Plagiarize announced, opening his menu. “I wonder what sorts of food they have.”

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  “Oh my god!! They have Lemon Peasy!!” shouted Snorter triumphantly. “I haven’t had Lemon Peasy since we went to that planet with the christmas spiders!”

  “Good times,” said Mushpuff.

  “I didn’t like those trials, but at least they gave me a replacement arm,” said Plagiarize, showing off his arm which was still spidery and weird after all this time.

  “And then Spider Santa had the audacity to bomb us afterward!” reminisced Mushpuff, unaware that the bomb Spider Santa gave them was never intended to be a bomb in the first place but was instead rigged by the bears when the bears were still their enemies.

  “Y’all sound like you had a wild time before I showed up,” said Klumpkrump.

  “We totally did, yo,” said Bird. “Many near-death experiences happened.”

  “Like that time the bears attacked my city and we had to escape!” said Snorter.

  “Good times,” repeated Mushpuff.

  “...no, not really,” replied Snorter.

  Amidst the conversation, everyone was flipping through the 43-page menus provided to them. The Spacebar was a very high-class restaurant, you see. But it was at that moment that Bird remembered something.

  “Yo… I just remembered something, guys,” said Bird. “Aren’t we, like, completely broke?”

  “Mmm, we owe the bears a lot of moneys, yez?” said Qaeron.

  “What do you suggest we do about this, bro?” asked Hoofa, slightly annoyed by this inconvenience. “Because I’m starving.”

  Suddenly, an Unknown Person in a Hood Sitting Ominously in the Corner shouted something along the lines of “GUYS!” Many heads turned, as nobody in the immediate vicinity knew which “guys” the figure was referring to.

  “Uhhh… you guys!” said the figure, pointing to the gang. Everyone who wasn’t Mushpuff, Bird, Plagiarize, Snorter, Hoofa, Klumpkrump, or Qaeron turned away and went back to what they were doing, which in most cases just so happened to be eating food.

  “Yes?” said Bird.

  “What?” shouted the figure over the loud conversations and silverware noises. “I can’t hear you!”

  “Maybe you should come over here, yo!” Bird shouted back.

  “WHAT?” shouted the figure again. Bird made a “come over here” gesture with his flipper. The unknown figure made its way to their table, carrying a chair. He sat down and took off his hood, revealing himself as none other than YEARYO, BEAR PRESIDENT. He had much explaining to do.