What do you think? I think you're an idiot. (Dustin Henderson x Reader)

12: I'm pretty sure its gumbo. TOUCH MY BUTT, I DONT CARE!

Y/n's pov

"It is fascinating what twenty bucks will get you at the County Recorder's Office." Robin reported, unrolling what looked to be familiar blueprints on the break room table. "Starcourt Mall. The complete blueprints."

"Not bad." Dustin nodded with a smile.

"So this is us. Scoops." She pointed to a room on one side of the layout. "And this is where we wanna get." She said, gesturing across the layout.

"Yeah, I don't really see a way in." Steve mumbled from where he sat at the table.

"There's not. If-" she ripped away a page of the blueprint, revealing another one with the same foundation under it, only with much more complicated pipelines, vents and air ducts.
"-you're talking exclusively about doors."

A lightbulb went off in my head and I looked to Dustin, who was already looking at me.

Complicated pipelines, vents and air ducts.

"Air ducts!" We said in unison.

"Exactly." She smiled, getting up and walking to her whiteboard to retrieve a red marker. "Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room and these air ducts lead all the way.." she circled the secret room in question and drew a straight line to Scoops Ahoy. "Here."

We all took our eyes off the blueprint and followed Robin's gaze to the air duct near the ceiling in the corner of the break room.

Oh, man.

Normal summer, my ass.

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A screwdriver had been much harder to find than we anticipated, whereas a ladder was easy.

Soon enough, Steve had finally managed to climb the ladder and pry the vent open.

He stood on the very top notch of the ladder, peering in with the screwdriver secured in his teeth.

"Flath'ligh?" Steve asked, finally removing the screw driver from his mouth that had been preventing him from speaking properly.

He switched it with the small flashlight that Dustin handed him.

"Thank you." Steve said.

He turned on the torchlight with a small click, as the blinding white light bounced down the narrow air ventilation system.

"Yeah, I don't know man, I don't know if you can fit in here, it's like... super tight." Steve said.

"I'll fit." Dustin assured with a small smirk. "Trust me. No collarbones, remember?"

"Uh, excuse me?" Robin asked.

Steve jumped down from the ladder, turning to Robin as Dustin began his climb.

Dustin nodded at Robin, as if not having collarbones was the most casual thing in the world.

"Oh, he's uh, he's got some disease." Steve said before I could begin to explain. "Chry, uh... It's chrydo... um... something, yeah I don't know."

Robin looked at Steve like he was an idiot, which he was.

"Cleidocranial Dysplatia." I corrected Steve, looking over to watch Dustin try to wriggle into the air duct.

"Yeah, right. That." Steve nodded as though he already knew what it was. "He's missing bones and stuff."

I rolled my eyes at Steve's poor attempt to explain it, while Robin still looked confused.

"It's a genetic mutation, not a disease." I explained to Robin when she looked at me expectantly. "It affects the growth of his bones which in turn, means that he doesn't have some of them yet and as for his collarbones, they may be absent his whole life. It's a really rare disorder that is apparent at birth. The birth prevalence is approximately one in one million." I said.

"Ah." Robin said with a nod.

"Yeah, that's basically what I said." Steve said, placing his hands on his hips. "He can bend like gumbo."

"You mean, Gumby." Robin and I corrected.

"I'm pretty sure it's gumbo." Steve said.

"Just shut up and push me!" Came Dustin's muffled voice from the vent.

By now, he had crammed himself half way in the vent, his legs sticking out of the wall and resting on the ladder.

"Okay." Steve huffed, motioning to Dustin and turning away from Robin.

We both watched with bemused expressions as Steve grabbed a less than sturdy hold of Dustin's feet and started pushing.

"Not my feet, dumbass, push my ass!" Dustin yelled.

"Uh, what?" Steve asked, and I had to bite down on my tongue to refrain from laughing.

"TOUCH MY BUTT, I DON'T CARE!" Dustin screamed impatiently from inside the metal walls.

"I volunteer!" I shouted, quickly clasping my hands over my mouth.

Steve gave me an 'are you serious right now?' Look and I could hear Dustin giggle inside the vent.

Steve hesitantly began pushing against Dustin's rear end and Dustin's muffled anger and frustration grew louder.

I was still trying not to laugh, but let me tell you, it was a struggle.

"I'm pushing!" Steve said.

"PUSH HARDER!" Dustin screeched, attempting to shove himself farther into the metal vent.

"You're playing with my legs!" Dustin complained.

"I'm not playing, I have terrible footing!" Steve argued.

"Come on!" Dustin shouted.

Steve finally got to the top of the ladder, Dustin's legs bunched together over his shoulder and locked under his arm as the pair continued to shout over one another.

"I'm gonna just shove you, ready?" Steve asked.

"Just shove me?" Dustin asked unsurely.

"One, two..." Steve counted.

"Shit!" Dustin said to the fact that shoving had not worked.

"That work?" Steve asked.

"One more time." Dustin said.

Robin rolled her eyes and turned away from the struggling duo, as did I.

Out of the back window, I spotted Erica Sinclair, ringing the bell and calling out.

"Ahoy, sailors! Ahoy! All hands on deck! Ahoy!" She repeated for the millionth time, giving exaggerated salutes here and there.

Robin turned to me and we locked eyes, having the same idea.

With a nod, Robin walked back out of the back room and to the little girl.

I turned back to the idiot and his child to see him still trying to get Dustin into the vent.

"I think we've already established that he's not going to fit." I said, leaning on the counter.

"Just wait!" Steve said.

"If he can barely fit now, how's he going to fit the rest of the way?" I asked. "What are you going to do, Steve, shove him the whole way?"

"Yeah, you're probably right." Steve said, hopping down from the ladder and putting his hands on his hips.

"Well, don't just leave him up there!" I said to Steve, gesturing to Dustin's dangling legs.

"Oh-right!" He said, springing back into action and climbing up the ladder once more.

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