Now, where the Beaver Cleaver should we start diggin' from? Ruby puzzles. Straight down's a fool's errand, roof'll cave for excitement of havin' company after so many centuries. Best take it at a diagonal...
Ruby paces around the girth of the hill.
It'd be bees knees if they could bump onto an outlyin' tunnel, but could it have killed these dummies to have put a door into their cave?
She sighs, hoping that the Captain might have some suggestions.