"Well, according to my calculations: our chocolate ship crashed around ten minutes ago, and I don't exactly know where we are." Amy uttered, unsure of what was going on.
"So basically, we're in real trouble right?" Asked Isabel, more interested in her nails than anything.
The chocolate ship, once a home to the three young builders, was now cracked and leaking yolk.
"What are we going to do?" Theo asked.
"We'll have to set up our cones first. Then... I'm not sure." Amy said.
"THAT DOESN'T HELP" Theo yelled, visibly petrified.
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