The Key tumbled out.
Foreman Pig looked at the ancient, powerful relic capable of creating life and defying physics. Then he looked at the Minion Pig. bad piggies key
As the wagon bounced over a hill, the lock on the chest rattled. Clank. Clank. With a final, rusty snap, the lid flew open. The Key tumbled out
"Fine," Foreman Pig sighed. "But don't lose it. We have eggs to steal tomorrow." the lid flew open. "Fine
"You know," he said, wiping the dirt off the artifact, "I think we’ll lock this away for a while. It does too much of the thinking for us."
"Can I have it, sir?" asked a Minion Pig. "I need something to prop open the door to the mess hall."