You chuckle to yourself knowingly as you walk over to the BOX belonging to the late BABY-RUTH.
JILL: Well, the obvious solution to the puzzle by process of elimination is that Baby-Ruth has the access code in his box. So it looks like we're getting out of here, Mars Imp Guy, unless, of course, there's some kind of Curse of the Bambino thing going on. Which I highly doubt.
ELLIOT: Is that a baseball reference or something?
JILL: Yeah. About the Red Sox. And Babe Ruth.
ELLIOT: Well, hey, isn't that nice. Thanks. Thanks for that. That really brightened my day, Miss Ponytail. Now, if you're done with the allusions and asides then open the $&%@# box, would ya?
As you open the BOX, an alarm sounds and the BOMB above the door changes to show a SIXTY SECOND COUNTDOWN.
ELLIOT: What the &%#!
MARS: Hahaha! You solved the puzzle correctly, lady, but what you didn't count on was the fact that we were all lying! That puzzle crap was just a ruse us Candimps figured out so that we could take you down with us! We're freaking evil!
ELLIOT: Son of a $*@!
The DOOMSDAY clock ticks down as you flip open MARS' BOX and the BADGER takes his revenge, silencing the MANIACALLY CACKLING CANDIMP.
You find the ACCESS CODE inside and shout it over to ELLIOT, who punches it into the CONSOLE.
The DOOR opens.
JILL: Oh, thank goodness!
ELLIOT: This whole place is gonna blow!
JILL: Twenty seconds left! Get to the chopper! ---bathysphere! Get to the bathysphere!
>On your MARK, get set...