“Did I do something wrong?” Tommy pondered. He looked over at the other colored boxes. “Maybe it wasn’t the right one—?”

“Wait, curly!” Larry stopped him from doing anything else. “You might make it worse. You don’t even know what these things do and also mean...”

“Wait, what did you say?”

“I’m saying you should let the mature adult handle this situation.” He added while pointing at Amy.

Amy’s eyes widened with a grin. “Wow, for once I agree with you.”

“No, I mean, did you call me ‘Curly’?” Tommy inquired.

“Uh... yes?” Larry replied in confusion. “That’s what you’re concerned about?”

“Nobody calls me that and—”

“No one, but Maggie, is that right?” Amy muttered.

“How did you know she’s called me that before? And what does she have—?”

“Let’s see what’s up here...”

“Don’t ignore me!”

Amy ignored him and walked over to check on the appearance of an inscription between the podiums. After taking a quick read of the words, she nodded her head as if understanding the source material.

“Ah, now I know what's going on,” She said, reading them at a brisk pace. “Can you read this?”

Larry leaned over to attempt to read the inscriptions, but couldn’t make out what it said. All it looked to be from his sight were a bunch of colored scribbles. That was when Larry realized it might be the clue.

Amy explained to them both that it was a cryptic message written in what looked to be crayons. The trick being the words translated to what they needed to do.

“So, are you saying that Tommy had the right idea?” Larry quipped.

“That is correct.”

“Really?” Tommy questioned. He didn’t believe it either, he technically guessed. It couldn’t have been that easy, right?

“As I was saying.” Amy continued. “These rectangles are all out of order, and we need to switch them back to their respective stacks.” She turned to the others with her hands on her hips. “I’ll go read the sign while you both do all the dirty work.”

“What, why?” Larry objected.

“Maybe you should let the mature adult handle this?” Tommy mentioned with a smug grin.

“But — oh forget it, there’s no point in arguing with you people...” Larry sighed with a facepalm as he walked off toward the podiums.

Amy read the sign carefully. According to her, red should go before the green, yellow before blue but also after green. As Larry and Tommy tried to figure out the puzzle and sorted them out in the specific order, the two realized something; the letters mixed sound familiar.

“Oh, I get it, RGYB!” Tommy and Larry both exclaimed.

“Wait, you know that in order also?” Larry asked.

“Yeah, I’m certain I learned that in art class,” Tommy replied while scratching the back of his head.

“Is that so? I learned it from—"

“Hey, guys?” Amy spoke up. “We got to get a move on!”

“Sorry about that.” Tommy and Larry apologized.

After placing the containers inside each of the podiums, the three backed away and waited for the results. The rumbling continued, the podium and written passage sank into the snow while the mountain in front of their view separated itself as some icy escalators had risen and spread out.

“Whoa, that’s so cool!” Tommy said in awe. He then realized what he had just said and groaned. “I can’t believe— did I just—?”

“I hate you,” Amy muttered as she walked toward the escalator.

“Hey, thanks for saying that for me,” Larry whispered in Tommy’s ear. “Too bad she hates you now, you have my condolences.” The man bowed as he left toward the escalator.

Tommy gave him the ‘I don’t want your pity’ look and went to follow suit.

“Come on, let’s head to this gem!” Amy proclaimed as she raised her fist in the air, already getting the mood out of her system.