The Wabbit and Lovely Lapinette arrived in Rome well ahead
of the rest and immediately found themselves in the thick of the action. "There
he is!" yelled Lapinette. "Look out!" shouted the Wabbit as a missile whistled
past their heads. "Hey you!" called the Wabbit as another rock came crashing his
way. "Do knock it off!" "I know that guy," said
Lapinette. "Personally?" asked the Wabbit, dodging again. "I know of him, he’s a philosopher." "Philosophers don’t throw rocks," shouted the Wabbit, "they sit and think." "His name's Cicero!" shouted Lapinette. "Kicker-oh is right!" raged the Wabbit
looking round for a loose cobble. "He’s a menace." "Where’s my stone?" shouted Cicero. "Give me back my stone!" The Wabbit threw
a small cobble and the man disappeared round a corner. Lapinette scowled and kicked the Wabbit
in the shins. "Now we have to chase him." "He won’t get far," said the Wabbit, reaching in his fur for his walkie talkie. "All personnel, man
in white possibly Cicero, heading your way." The radio crackled. "Watch out for big rocks," shouted
the Wabbit, The radio crackled again. "No not socks!" he yelled, thumping the
radio with his paw. Lapinette nudged the Wabbit. "Cicero says it’s better to receive
than inflict an injury." The Wabbit’ eyes
went wide then met in the middle. "And the philosopher's stone turns lead into
gold," she added. "That’ll come in handy," said the Wabbit.