"Yay! Go cleaner bot! You rock!" cheered Fiddlesticks. He danced a little jig, without a care in the world. The splashing of the water off his feet coupled with the feeling of wetness sobered his mood very quickly.
The small runnel of water now took up the entire floor of the tunnel. The water was still a couple of centimeters deep though. They still had time.
In those dark tunnels, sonar mapping was a godsend. Without it, Fiddlesticks and the bot would have both been hopelessly lost. No doubt he found it puzzling that a cleaner bot would have sonar mapping installed. But during their ordeal, Fiddlesticks was just thankful that it did. Questions were for times when drowning wasn't a real threat. Even Fiddlesticks knew that. A practical mindset to be sure.
A familiar buzzing was heard from the pipes in the walls and in the ceiling. Pieces of the captains body came flying out. To almost anyone else, that would be both a disgusting and disturbing prospect. When it came to the crew of the Quest for Flavour though, it certainly was not. Their captain was a sentient swarm of bees after all. Much to the relief of the hapless duo, some of the captain bees came to save the day. Much to the disappointment of Fiddlesticks in particular, there were not enough. Only six bees!?
"Hey bees! I'm so glad you're all here! Could you guys help us find a way out!? Things are going to get a lot more wet around here!" asked Fiddlesticks. Words couldn't describe how glad he was that they were there.
"Hey cleaner bot. Do you think we have enough bees to divide them up into three scouting parties?" Fiddlesticks asked the ladybug cleaner bot.
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