"Le' go do some crumb climbing!" Lenny rooted.

"I'm a little scared," Molly mumbled.

"Oh, don't worry!" reassured Carson, patting her back. "It'll be fun!" 

"I hope your right..."

Lenny looked down at his map.

"Okay, so the closest crumb climbing mountain is that way," he declared, pointing into the distance.

"Nope. I know a place that nobody knows about..." snickered Carson. "Follow me."

Carson started to stroll forward, Lenny and Molly following behind. They passed several trees and bushes, and they looked so similar that Lenny was worried that they wouldn't be able to find their way back. They continued to follow the route Carson remembered until Carson stopped at a dense bush. He began to sweep its branches to the side carefully, trying not to prick himself. He made his way through the thick shrub, brushing his legs against the leaves. When not hearing the others follow, he turned his head and motioned for them to come to the place he was standing. After making worried glances at one another, Lenny and Molly repeated Carson's action. They resumed their journey, and soon Carson paused at a cliff.

"W-why did y-you stop here?" stuttered Molly, even more anxious because of the lack of light the sky now contained.

"To crumb climb!" exclaimed Carson. "Why else?"

Molly was so scared that she had completely forgotten where they were going, or why.

The three friends placed their helmets on their heads and fastened the strings at the bottom. Carson helped the others tie their rope around themselves, and to attach the grapple to the cliff. They all got ready to jump.

"Okay, guys. Jump on 3," directed Carson. "1... 2... 3..."

They all dove off the crumb-covered ledge. They all began to swing and climb down the cliff.

After they crumb-climbed for a while, Molly finally admitted, "This is actually... really fun!"

"Told ya!" Carson said.

They continued climbing until sunset.

"Okay guys, let's go back now," said Carson, as he began to rise to the top of the cliff.

"Okay, let's go" Lenny agreed, following Carson up the mountain. 

The two of them reached the top.

"C'mon Molly, we are going home now, get up here!" They looked down.

"Guys! Help! I can't get up there!" Molly hollered, only managing to stay on the cliff by gripping a small branch sticking out of the cliff. "My rope tore, help!"

"Stupid bad-quality supplies," Carson muttered.

Neither Carson nor Lenny knew what to do, but they had to think fast.

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