"Yeah, that would make it more difficult to get to anywhere in particular." For a moment the Once-ler fell silent. A greenhouse; a building with the sole purpose of growing plant-life. He hadn't seen green, healthy plants of any sort for too long. The only thing that could grow in the wastelands that had once been the Truffula Valley was grickle grass, and even that barely held on to life.

He'd like to see the greenhouse, the man decided. But it could wait; tucking the metal pipe under his arm, the Once-ler rubbed his hands together. There was another door opposite the one they had come through. He pointed at it with the end of the pipe.

"Let's see what's behind door number two."

[to here]