They found much wood in the next several caves, though they found several bulborbs as well. Fortunately, they were of the dwarf variety and easily dealt with.
Once the wood was bundled, they stood around it and considered.
"I think we should build the bridge here, roll it up, put it on the shore, and then roll it to the island," Wulfmin said.
"How ridiculous!" Prophmin scowled. "We have blues. Let them build the bridge."
The blues, of course, protested this greatly, and Wulfmin agreed with them that it would go faster if they all built it together.
"We simply cannot," Prophmin continued. "There is not enough room to build a bridge."
Wulfmin shrugged. "Fine. Let's go further into the cave and find room."
Prophmin noticed the blues' angry glares, grumbled in agreement, and picked up the smallest twig possible.
As they continued, they noticed that a few of the bulborbs that they fought were white instead of red. While there didn't seem to be much of a difference, Prophmin insisted that the presense of the 'snow bulborbs' meant there would be six more weeks of winter, even though it was currently summer...
The light they had been following was getting stronger still. "You know," Wulfmin said. "I think it's a glow."
"Yeah, like fire."
"Nonsense. The great light was sent by the Olimar himself to guide us on your foolish quest. They Olimar has much more sophisticated ways of creating light other than fire."
The next cavern turned out to be the source of the light. Fire spouts covered the floor, spraying fitfully. Amid them were bomb rocks, which surprisingly hadn't gone off amidst the flames.
"Oh dear," Prophmin said. "There is no room here either. I guess that the blues will have to build it."
"There's room by the lake," Wulfmin scoffed. "That's what I tried to tell you." He narrowed his eyes through the fire and noticed something on the other side of the cavern. "Look there."
Prophmin looked. "The geyser! The Great Mamuta hath promised and he hath delivered!"
"Oh yeah, the geyser. I meant look there." He pointed at the bulbmin, who were taking turns jumping through a fire spout. "They're immune to fire."
"When we were at the lake, they were playing in the water."
"Do you mean to say that they have red and blue abilities?" Prophmin soured. "I do hope that they cannot use bomb rocks. Sacriledge!"
"It might be worth considering." Wulfmin looked over the fire field again. "How about the reds stay here and try to close these spouts and make a path to the geyser. You take the yellows and the blues and build the bridge."
"You're trying to get out of work!"
Wulfmin rolled his eyes. "Fine. Go to the geyser."
Prophmin considered this, glared, and picked up his twig. "You have won... today." He gathered his group and left, one of the bulbmin trailing after. The other watched Wulfmin as curiously as the other reds.
"Well, let's go," he said.
Working around the bomb rocks was not easy. Since red pikmin didn't usually handle them, they were in constant worry that they'd bump one into a fire spout or that their own body heat would make one go off.
They had, however, made some progress in sealing off the fire spouts when the bulbmin started yipping and ran to the entrance of the cavern. They glanced around, but there didn't seem to be anything around that would alarm it.
There was, however, a humming sound. Wulfmin winced and looked up. Near the cavern ceiling was a giant black snitchbug, absentmindedly flying about. "I... uh... I think we should all go into the next cave for a bit..." he whispered. The snitchbug turned and looked down at them. "Oh sh--"
Before he could finish, the snitchbug prepared itself to dive. A jet of fire shot out of its rear end, shocking the pikmin and sending them screaming out of the cavern. The snitchbug zoomed after them and caught two pikmin in its hands before they even realized it was above them. It flew high and hurled its captives at the ground, but those it hadn't caught raced underneath those it had and broke their falls.
The snitchbug didn't seem too happy with that and flew lower, spraying fire on the group. When that didn't seem to work, it flew high again and prepared for another dive. "When it comes down again," Wulfmin shouted, "Bring it down!"
The snitchbug dived at another pair of pikmin. The others ran after it, trying to jump on its back and failing due to its incredible speed. The snitchbug caught the pikmin and threw them into the ground before the rest could react. It swooped again and grabbed a bomb rock, dropped it next to the sprouts it had just made, and then shot a jet of fire at it. When the explosion cleared, the sprouts were gone.
"No!" Wulfmin shouted.
"It's coming again!" another cried.
"Bring it down!"
"It's too fast! If we could plug up its jet or..."
Wulfmin considered it, then turned to a bomb rock. "I've got an idea. Everyone grab a bomb rock and stand by a fire spout! When it flies over, throw the bomb rock in and run!"
"It's too fast! And we can't carry bomb rocks anyway!"
"If yellows can do it, so can we!" Wulfmin ran to a bomb rock and grabbed hold of it. He held it for a few seconds, willing himself to lift, then let go in shame. Whatever it was that let yellow pikmin use bomb rocks, he didn't have it. He narrowed his eyes at the rock and tried again.
The snitchbug had come down again and caught more pikmin, and conveniently grabbed the bomb rock that Wulfmin was trying to lift. Wulfmin jumped from the bomb rock to the snitchbug's thorax and began pounding it. The snitchbug tossed the rock down, then shook Wulfmin onto it and shot a burst of fire. Wulfmin jumped away, the snitchbug chasing.
Of course, the snitchbug had forgotten about the bomb rock and, more importantly, using its jet to get away from it. The explosion caught the snitchbug and set its arm on fire. It beat out the flames with its other arm and retreated to the ceiling to rethink its strategy.
After a bit, it decided to try spraying flames on the pikmin again, to see if it would work better a second time. Wulfmin thought frantically and looked over at another bomb rock. He closed his eyes and jumped on top of it, then whistled for the snitchbug's attention.
Wulfmin said nothing, but waited. The snitchbug turned and flew at him, spraying fire even before it reached him. Just as the bomb rock ignited, the bulbmin leapt forward and caught Wulfmin in its mouth, dashing them both away from the explosion.
The snitchbug, having been all ready to make another attack on Wulfmin, was caught by the explosion again. Its feeler-wings caught on fire and sent it crashing to the ground, where the remaining reds swarmed it.
The bulbmin coughed Wulfmin out a ways away and watched him expectantly. Wulfmin patted it between the eyestalks, which seemed to content it. He led it over to the snitchbug's body. "Dig in. You deserve it."
"Don't ever do that again!" someone shouted at Wulfmin. "You could have died!"
"What would we do without you?!"
Wulfmin shrugged. "I guess we don't have to worry anymore anyway." He nudged the snitchbug with his foot. "I've never seen this species before. I think we should name it before Prophmin comes back and claims that the Olimar sent him a message about what it should be called."
"Like blazing snitchbug?"
"That'll work." He looked around the room again. The battle had, sadly, done damage to the spouts that they had closed and opened them again. The others looked as well, and let out a unified groan.