Kristy: Fish? Oink, this isn't the time to thinks about lunch!

Oink: I think it's the fish restaurant we met Finn at. It's this way.

Kristy: Though I don't suppose it matters, we'll never find the right door in this enormous cube.

Chili: No, Miss Shipp. I smell it too.

The door to the hanger is near the restaurant, isn't it, so...

Kristy: Oh, yes, that's right.

Come on, Oink! Which way?

Oink: This way, er, no, that's more a shellfish smell...

Ah, over here...