“Come on, Maxzyne! Quick! In that door,” Elise hisses, pointing. “Over there—past the lollipops!”
Finally jolted into action, Maxzyne slips and slides past the soda fountain, scrambling after Peppin and Elise. They crawl toward the lollipop stand, half slithering on their knees through the slush on the messy floor. Peppin sometimes pauses for a quick lick at a sticky tidbit. Pushing the lollipop display aside, Elise scrambles toward a small, cleverly hidden wood door, wrenching it open.
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