Chapter 5: The Great Cheese Heist

As I stepped into the dimly lit chamber, I couldn't help but notice the peculiar smell of aged gouda and despair. It's not every day you stumble into a fortress built atop a thousand tons of moldy cheese.

Professor Wiz, our resident expert on all things gouda, was frantically pacing back and forth, muttering something about 'the Wheezle Effect' and 'the impending doom of the cheddar apocalypse.' I raised an eyebrow, wondering if he'd finally cracked under the pressure of being cooped up in this dairy-fortress for so long.

Read on to find out about the Wheezle Effect and the great escape from the cheddar labyrinth
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