"Only if you insist, chief. If it ain't magic, I'd be more afeared ta eat somethin' an' misplace it forever. What if this key here doesn't come back?" He plucked one of the computer keys out of its socket on the panel. He was sure it tasted as good as it smelled, which was wonderful to a chipmunk no doubt.

"Can I try that chocolate?" He did give in anyhow; if Clark was offering then it must be okay to eat the candy-fied fortress in theory, but not without returning the computer key back to its previous fixture.