The Little Guy jumps down from his Eye-Level-For-The-Doc branch and scurries to the nearest path.
He looks left.
He looks right.
When he's absolutely certain that no one is around he returns to Dr Evil's side.
"Oompa," he squeaks conspiratorially. Then he begins to lead further into a very specific portion of the forest.
His footfalls are methodical. Rather than walking with his usual gait, he leaps from location to the next, showing Dr. Evil exactly where his steps should be to avoid any traps that may exist.
The heady scent of growing cannabis begins to permeate the air.
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He looks left.
He looks right.
When he's absolutely certain that no one is around he returns to Dr Evil's side.
"Oompa," he squeaks conspiratorially. Then he begins to lead further into a very specific portion of the forest.
His footfalls are methodical. Rather than walking with his usual gait, he leaps from location to the next, showing Dr. Evil exactly where his steps should be to avoid any traps that may exist.
The heady scent of growing cannabis begins to permeate the air.