Chapter 1
They were coming. The terror from across the sea. Like a sudden chill in the air, they sailed closer. The terror known as the Bucks! Their vile leader, the stoat Magnamad, had chosen this name wisely. A descendent of the stoat warlord, Badrang the Tyrant, he laughed aloud at the thought of revenge, passed down from Badrang to himself. The decks of his armada were flooded with his crimson robed hordes. He grinned wickedly at the sight of his well-trained army, ready to destroy the descendants of his ancestor's foe. As he strode out onto the main deck, all present stood to attention. "Magnamad!" he screeched. "Flames and fire!" answered his minions. Magnamad had chosen his name wisely. Magna was mad.
Chapter 2
"Come back here with that pie, you scallywag!" Dumble, the chief of the Redwall dibbuns, had just succeeded in purloining a bilberry pie with meadowcream, fresh from the ovens. He streaked across the Abbey grounds, getting ever closer to the Dibbun hideout, Friar Spackle on his tail. He was almost scot-free when whoops! Dumble tripped and the pie, it flew into a nearby otter's paws. "Skip!" Dumble squeaked. "Whyjoo trip me?"
"Sorry, mate," the strong otter replied. "I'm not letting my teatime snack be munched up by a little ruffian like you!" However, Skipper didn't notice the fishing hook above him. "Huh?" The pie flew up and was grabbed by heavy digging claws. "Oi gots ee poi, Dumbly zurr!" Dumble's partner in crime, the molemaid Furrtil cried. "Ya, cummon yoo likkle maggot!" Arven, his squirrel captain yelled triumphantly. "No fanks, Arven," Dumble replied. "I gorra sword lesson wiv Skip!" The happy period was so wonderful that the peaceful Abbeydwellers had no idea what was only two days away. The time of the Bucks was here!