“After some days on march the Bravery tribe found on his way a little village.

An excessively building stand in his centre...

The Barry's Tavern!!!!

music and singing coming from her...

A party!!!
hey-ho!!...let's go....hey-ho!!!...let's go...

the tavern were soo big that also the tribe could enters and took part of the party!!!

here the Bravery tribe pent the night eating, drinking and had fun with Others guests...

Unfortunately.... the tribe was poor and they'd couldn't pay the bill....
damn!!!
what's a bad!!!

His Majesty, Our Father NUFFLE Himself, Allfather of the Pitch...
come to us!!!
the owner, Barry, was also the owner of the local team...
for refund him of ours greedy, forced us to playing a match with his team... without reciving any part of the income of the event.

in a couple of days the Pitch were setted on order and 3 days later a great crowd come to see the match.

The Barry's Bastards Blodgedodgers, as home's team, were supported bye everyones...
out of ours tribe mates!!!!
Soo strongly that's seems we're home's team.a great and spectacular won came to us and pubblic supported us at th end...also buying lots of ours gadgets
great!!!!
have a party!!!
yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!!

Hey-ho!...let's go!

...Nor a laundry coin remains.....”