3rd person POV
It started as a normal night in the museum, well as normal as you can get when there's stuffed animals, stone statues, iron figures and wax manikins running about every night, Larry, having checked on all the exhibits and released Ahkmunra from his sarcophagus, was entertaining himself by playing a game of fetch with Rexxie. But all wasn't well in the museum, the exhibits had prospered under Larry's guidance but some things cannot be completely forgotten, like decades worth of miniature rivalry. Things had started completely innocently with Jedediah setting of on a little expedition to find more building material. He had set up a timber mill of sorts, were he and his men removed long slivers of wood from a splintering part of the central benches. It had been very successful until Octavius realised the potential in this little industry, and decided he simply must copy Jedediah streak of genius but there was only one splintering plant and instead of talking it over, or sharing the resource there rivalry hit up, and the two of them were having a good old fashion yell out.
"You keep your cotton piken fingers off this here establishment, this is my land we found it first end of story!" Jed yelled intent on keeping any gloating right he had over the general.
"No! The Roman empire could do so much more with this establishment, you have all but tinkered, with our resources we could have had all the goods we needed by now, but here I am negotiating with a mere barbarian, in old times I would have unleased my armies long before now!" he was write of course The 12th and 14th centuries of roman soldiers were awaiting command below the bench should it come to a forceful overthrow, but not the entire army as had once been so. While still rival leaders and hostile neighbours they were against all odds, friends but there were not over using arrows and guns to get what they wanted.
Little to the feuding miniatures knowledge their problems were only just beginning. Dexter the monkey was up to his old tricks and out for blood, the bag of bones had stopped his key snatching fun and when Dexter didn't get what he wanted he took it out on his second favourite pass time, miniature collecting. He took a subtle approach, slinking silently in the shadows as he had learnt from the lion neighbours, his glass eyes picking out the perfect targets, two miniatures, stranded on heir own on the bench, and they were very preoccupied.
"Now you listen up toga boy cause Im not gonna say this twice get. You're. Own. Timber mill!" Jedediah was starting to fume, he was not interested in all the outrageous, and frankly unfair, deals being put forward by the general but he was unrelenting. Things were going to get ugly one way or another that much was certain.
And things did get ugly, in the worst possible way. The capuchin striked springing upon the miniatures like a cobra at a rat, grasping the little figurines in a single paw he took of like a rocket poor Octavius didn't even have the chance to yell "open fire" to his prime archers he had brought in case of a similar situation.
"Hey! Put me down I don't like being manhandled! Or monkey handled, or ah whatever JUST PUT ME DOWN!" Jedediah was, understandably, NOT HAPPY with the current predicament he was writhing and squirming much to the generals discomfort, but as always he was completely oblivious everything but the matter at hand, which was GET THE HECK OUTA HERE.
"By Venus will you stop moving, this is a highly embarrassing position as it is, I don't need you moving about and making this worse!" Octavius, always the observant one, did see past the matter at hand and it was making thinking about the matter at hand pretty difficult.
The position of the both of them was truthfully, beyond embarrassing. Jedediah was rammed into Octavius from behind, quite forcefully mind you, his waist pressed into Octavius lower back just under the armour plate. His legs had ended up curled around the generals belly, he could feel Octivius's bronze breast plate digging into his thighs quite painfully and Octavius had one of his arms jarred between his waist and the cowboys left thigh, his hand caught dangerously close to Jedediah's package. Octavius' tunic had nearly completely ridden up showing plenty of pale musculare thigh, if not for the smelly monkey paw holding them both this position would have been very suggestive, and the crimson red blush adorning Octavius cheeks attested to that.
Dexter screeched to an abrupt halt inside an empty hall, perching on an empty display and he started checking out his catch for the day. He started poking, pinching, tugging and vigorously shaking the two, very amused by their screams and protests. Just as he was about do something a little more drastic the miniatures heard a very welcome foreign language drift through the door
"Its Artilla the Hun!" Octavius yelled, and the two started screaming for help. Artilla and his men gave chase, and attempted to dog pile the errant prime ape, but Dexter dodged, ducked and bounced everything put at him catapulting off down the hall with the speed and agility that only a feisty monkey could ever achieve.
"Get Ahkmunra and Larry, they can help us!" Octavius shouted after the gang of Huns, hoping to Jupiter that they could understand him.
The Hun gang charged down the hall to the foyer in which by some stroke of luck, Larry was having a conversation with Ahkmunrah about Cambridge University, they immediately broke the conversation and started talking in a feverish pace to Ahkmunrah, speaking so fast that the good pharaoh had to command them to calm down so he could understand them. When they did repeat their story at an understandable speed, Ahkmunrah went paler than death, if that's possible for a dead person.
"Well, do they just want to dismember someone or something" Larry was clearly unimpressed by the intrusion on his private conversation.
"If only, it appears a monkey had stolen two miniatures from the diorama room, they were in great distress and the monkey seemed to be torturing them. They attempted to catch the creature but it was too quick for them" Ahkmunrah was mortified.
"Dexter! Oh that monkey is going to pay this time! Huns go to the diorama room to make sure another miniature war doesn't break out and try to calm them down, remember no violence! Ahk come with me, we have a monkey to catch!" Ahkmunrah translated the plan to the Huns and took of to where Dexter had been last sighted, and followed his trail of destruction, which ended in a disused storage room it was in the middle of a revamp, half of the floor boards were ripped up and the wallpaper was being stripped, the Forman had been mentioning turning these store rooms into further exhibits, thus the revamp. Dexter was perched on an upturned board he had started shaking the miniatures again, they were going rather green.
"I. Think. I'm. Gonna. Be. Sick." Jedediah managed to spit out, each word accompanied by a vicious shake of their fragile body's.
" I. Know. The. Feeling." Octavius managed to agree, his voice accompanied by his stomach's violent upheavals, which were getting harder to force back down.
Larry and Ahkmunrah saw the gravity of the situation immediately, the miniatures were delicate creatures, if this treatment would continue they wouldn't last the night. Remembering Theodore's methods he slowly approached the errand monkey.
"Dexter those are not toys, they are not to be played with, this is very serious, please slowly and gently put them in my hand, I am asking you calmly and kindly here" He was and under any other circumstance the monkey might have actually done as he was told, but he did not like Larry, not in the slightest.
Dexter reached out his monkey paw, Jedediah and Octavius dangling from it mutely, He slowly walked towards Larry in a skip hopping fashion. Just as the two figurines were about to be safely placed in Larry's palm, that mischievous grin appeared on the monkeys face, he threw the miniatures over his shoulder with all his monkey strength cackling at his own joke as the petrification crossed Larry's face.
"No!" Ahkmunrah made a dive for them but he was too late, the two figurines had gone straight down through a dark gap in the floor, the distance they fell would be the life size equivalent of jumping a skyscraper, falling that distance would have shattered the figurines into plastic slivers.
Larry was no longer kind and calm, he was fuming. He grasped the monkey by the throat choking out the mocking laugh. The monkey flailed desperately for freedom but the enraged watchmen held on tight as if it would bring back the miniatures from the pit. He marched back into the foyer, intent on shoving the monkey into a wiz bin outside and leaving him there.
"Larry what on earth are you doing? I thought we talked about Dexter's mischievous streak, oh will you put him down their only keys!" Teddy had arrived on the scene, and gravely under assessed the situation. Larry had started to boil, too long had he dealt with the monkey.
"Only keys!? Do you think I would go of like this about keys!? This piece of vermin cost two lives!" Larry continued to march of, leaving Ted stunned like a rabbit in headlights, the president had believed in the good judgment of everybody and would have never thought the monkey would take his games THAT far. This was going to get ugly.