[EDITING] 𝑻𝒐 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑩𝒂𝒄𝒌. - ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʜᴀʀʀɪɴɢᴛᴏɴ

Chapter 5

Chapter 5 (Tatum's POV)

"It's fascinating you can do with 20 bucks at the County Recorders Office."  I set down a blue layout of Star Court Mall.

"The complete blueprints."

"Not bad." Dustin says.

After I left with Robin we went around town and picked up a few things. Now we are back at Scoops to explain our plan to the boys.

"So this is us, Scoops, and this is where we wanna get." Robin says, pointing at places on the map.

"I don't see a way to get in." Steve points out.

"There's not. If you're talking exclusively about doors." I pull out another piece of paper. 

"Air ducts." Dustin says

"Exactly. Turns out this secret room needs air just like any old regular room. And these air ducts lead all the way... here." Robin draws a line with a marker from our white board, the line starts at the airduct in the back of Scoops and into the secret room with the suspicious boxes.

Steve open up the air duct with a screw driver and a ladder, Dustin hands him a flashlight and he shoots it into the vent, "Yeah I don't man, I don't know you can fit in here. It's like super tight.."

"I'll fit. Trust me. No ccollr bones, remember?" Dustin says. 

"Excuse me?" Robin says.

Steve jumps down from the ladder, and Dustin starts to climb up.

"Oh, he's he has some disease. Chry.. it's, uh, Chrydo, um.. something. Yeah, I don't know." Steve says.

"Cleidocranial dysplasia, Harrington." I say followed with a grin.

Robin nods, "Ok, so are u sure you can fit in there?" 

"I am postive." Dustin says.

"Whatever, he is missing bones and stuff, and he can bend like Gumbo." Steve says, still on the subject od Dustin and his missi g collar bones.

"You mean Gumby?" Robin asks

Steve puts his hands on his hips, "I'm pretty sure it's Gumbo.."

"Steve, just shut up and push me!" Dustin says, his voice was muffled. He had his head in the vent and about half of his torso in there too.

"Ok. I'll push ya." Steve murmurs.

Steve grabs Dustin's feet and tries to push him further into the vent. 

"Not my feet dumbass. Push my ass!"

"What?" 

"Touch my butt! I don't care!" Dustin yells. He was about halfway through the vent. "Come on! Push! Push harder!"