“I’m in.” Emily whispered into her walky-talky. She had managed to crawl through the air conditioning ducts of Wonka’s Chocolate Factory.
“Head north to the inventing room.” Rebecca replied. She was stationed outside the factory, keeping guard.
“Did I really have to wear latex? I’m burning up in this suit.”
“It makes it easier to slip through tight places. With my fatass I’d be stuck in there.”
After a few turns, Emily came to the conclusion that she was lost.
“I have no idea where I am.”
“Look through one of the vents.”