Fair warning, this chapter gets 'PG-13' fast, seriously, I was surprised when I actually read these scenes in the script...and I couldn't help but go along with it. Haha, but it's all in good fun I swear. xD
Mild language as well.
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As Larry and Amelia tried to recompose themselves, they were watching the now overly inquisitive Brooklyn…or whom they knew as 'Bonnie' wander around the room. Larry never really questioned the curious intern; Amelia on the other hand had her suspicions, but didn't say.
"That flipping the painting thing actually worked. Thank you." Larry said to Amelia.
There was a long pause. It seemed like Amelia wasn't really getting what Larry was hinting at.
"Soo," he hooked his thumb toward Brooklyn. "We're gonna take off now, but thanks."
Larry nodded to Brooklyn and they ventured down one of the many hallways. Amelia was quick to follow them.
"Is there some reason, Mr. Daley, that you keep trying to get rid of me?" Amelia snapped.
"What?" Larry looked at her, surprised. "No, it's nothing personal, but, again, we're kind of in the middle of something here that's not really your fight."
"It's because I'm a woman, isn't it?"
Brooklyn stopped in her tracks and turned around, her eyebrows raised as she gestured to herself.
"Uh, hello? Am I chopped liver?" She snapped goodheartedly.
Amelia and Larry both ignored her as they went at it. Brooklyn sighed, turned around and continued forward. They'd catch up with her.
"No," Larry said to Amelia as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's more because we've got this ancient raised-from-the-dead-evil-Pharaoh-guy who wants to kill us, so that he can take this magic tablet and rule the world."
Amelia blinked as Larry began to walk again, then jabbed a finger at him.
"So it is because I'm a woman!"
They could hear Brooklyn's annoyed groan off in the distance.
"No," Larry shook his head. "Look-"
"No you look Mr. Daley, if it weren't for me, you'd still be lost in that monochromatic mayhem." Amelia said.
"Uh, I was there to ya know." Brooklyn called back to them.
They ignored her as Larry went on.
"Lost in what?"
Amelia rolled her eyes. "The black and white photograph, you boob."
"HA!" Brooklyn laughed childishly at the word from ahead of them.
"Now listen," Amelia continued. "Listen good: I can help you. I want to help you. And not because I like you, which so far I don't. But because I smell adventure, Mr. Daley, and dammit, I want in."
Larry paused and stared at the eccentric woman. He was already trying to protect one person… who he just realized was out of his line of vision. Damn, she was worse than Nicky.
"Okay, fine," Larry sighed. "But don't blame me if something happens to you."
"I should be so lucky." A sparkle of excitement twinkled in her eyes.
Brooklyn paused to admire some of the wandering sculptures as they moved through the wind. She started to think about the pieces of art she would steal for a living…they could be like these things, alive…and trapped in a horrible person's house. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but the feeling quickly disappeared as Amelia started to talk…again.
"Do you by change have a plan, Mr. Daley?" Amelia asked.
"Why is it I call him Larry and you call him 'Mr. Daley?" Brooklyn wondered to mostly herself.
"Right now I'm think that the only way to keep the tablet safe is to get it out of the building." Larry looked around. "But I need to find an exit."
"Stick with me, Mr. Daley. You won't get lost following Amelia Earhart."
Both Brooklyn and Larry stopped in their tracks as Amelia continued to take the lead. The two glanced at each other, sharing hesitant and amused glances.
"Um…Yeah. Right." Larry muttered before catching up to Amelia.
Brooklyn, looking around for an exit, spotted a window.
"Well, why don't we just make an exit?" she said as she picked up one of the smaller statues and raised it above her head, ready to throw it through the window.
"NO!" both Amelia and Larry shouted at her.
Brooklyn froze and looked over her shoulder. "Ok, ok, damn. I was just trying to be helpful."
She placed the statue back on the ground and it scampered away.
"Yea, well, don't," Larry said. "Except with those fighting moves, those are helpful."
"Yes, where did you learn to spar like that, Miss Bonnie?" Amelia stared over Brooklyn's shoulder curiously.
"Uh," Brooklyn shrugged. "Self taught, I guess. I grew up on the bad streets of Brooklyn and had to defend myself, ya know? I kinda grew attached to hand to hand combat and acrobatics as a kid."
"That's," Larry eyed Brooklyn with an odd stare. "A little bit weird for a kid to get into, isn't it?"
"What did you like as a kid, Larry?" Brooklyn asked.
"Little figurines, and trucks."
"Yea, well, I didn't have that." Brooklyn stated. "All I had was my strength and imagination."
Suddenly, a scream startled the group causing them to turn around to find a nude sculpture as she covered herself up. It was the nude sculpture of Venus.
"Ah, cara mio!" Venus cried.
"Ah!" Larry, taken completely off guard, couldn't get himself to turn away. "Oh, wow, I mean, excuse us…" he slowly trailed off and offered her his hand. "Hey, how you doing. I'm Larry."
"Buon giorno. I am Venus, Goddes of love." She said.
Brooklyn made a gagging noise from behind Larry. "Damn, Larry, I had no idea you were such a player."
Larry, awestruck, just stared at the sculpture. Venus waved her hand in his face before glaring at him.
"Hello? Hello? Buon giorno." She snapped her fingers. "Eyes up here."
Brooklyn walked up behind Larry and slapped him upside the head.
"Hey, squints! Those aren't her eyes." Brooklyn narrowed her eyes at him. "And, really, the sailor chick and Venus all in the same hour?"
"Sorry. Um…Hi, I'm Larry." He repeated to Venus.
Venus sighed. "I know. You said that already."
Amelia shoved passed Larry and stood before the goddess of love. "Look, legs, you don't think you could tell us how to get out of here, do you?"
"I am sorry." Venus said. "I'm the Goddess of Love. Love never thinks. Maybe you should ask him."
Venus pointed over her shoulder to the larger statue. The Thinker, in his well-known pose, chin resting on his fist.
"Thanks, toots. And put some clothes on!" Amelia said as she dragged Larry away.
"Really, really nice to meet you!" Larry waved. Brooklyn slapped his hand out of the air and pointed two fingers at him, gesturing that she was watching him.
"I should put you on a leash, Larry," Brooklyn said. "Except I don't know if that'd be justified or kinky."
Larry's face went red as Brooklyn started to laugh hysterically.
The trio stood before The Thinker, looking up at the giant muscular sculpture.
"Hey! Hi." Larry attempted to get The Thinker's attention… to no avail.
Brooklyn made a face in contemplation, then realized The Thinker was staring as he was thinking staring in the direction…
She followed the sculpture's gaze… he was staring at Venus as she attempted to cover herself up.
He was a little horny bastard like Larry.
Brooklyn thought about calling the sculpture out on it, that is, until she came up with an idea to get his attention.
"Hey, Thinker!" Brooklyn snapped at him. In the split second The Thinker glanced at her Brooklyn grasped the bottom of her shirt and lifted it above her head, flashing the sculpture.
"Whoa!" The Thinker's eyes widened. Larry stared, face red, mouth open, and eyes wide, Amelia held back every urge to tackle the horny bastard to the ground.
"Bonnie!" Amelia shouted.
"Big guy," Brooklyn snapped at The Thinker. "An exit! You know where one is?...Yes?...No?"
The Thinker just stared…in thought.
Brooklyn, frustrated, lowered her shirt and flipped the sculpture off and turned back to her colleagues.
"Well…that was pointless." Larry, still staring wide-eyed at Brooklyn, managed to form a kinda sort of sentence.
"You're tellin' me!" Brooklyn snapped and crossed her arms over her chest and tapped her foot. "I wasted a flash on that horny bastard."
Amelia shook her head, pulling herself from her thoughts, and slapped Larry upside the head. "Larry! She's a child!"
"I'm twenty years old for your information!" Brooklyn pouted.
"That's still no excuse to be- to be flashing complete strangers!"
"Oh my God! You sound like my mom!" Brooklyn never actually had that kind of experience with her mother, but Amelia was beginning to sound a lot like her.
Larry, still dazed, muttered, "You're not wearing a bra."
Brooklyn raised an eyebrow, "What?"
"You're not wearing a bra," Larry shook his head and narrowed his eyes. "Why aren't you wearing a bra?!"
Brooklyn raised her hands up defensively, suddenly starting to feel like she's being ganged up on.
"Wha-? Uh, I don't know, I just wasn't feeling a bra today."
"How could you not feel a bra?!" Larry, his father instincts kicking in, finally. "You should always wear one!" he suddenly went off on a tangent and Brooklyn didn't know what to do in this situation.
"Uh," Brooklyn stared wide eyed between Amelia and Larry, actually feeling a bit awkward. "I'm…sorry?"
The pair huffed. "You should be." Then turned to drag Brooklyn off, but she dug her heels into the ground.
"What are you doing?" Larry huffed once again.
Brooklyn narrowed her eyes down one of the hallways.
"Who are those guys?" she pointed to the sharply dressed soldiers.
Amelia followed her gaze and frowned.
"Looks like very annoyed French cavalry from 1815, but I'd rather not find out." She grasped Brooklyn's arm tightly and dragged her off down another hallway with Larry.
"Heh, think me flashing them would work better than on thick skull over there?" Brooklyn snickered and hooked her thumb over to The Thinker. She just received equally disgruntled glares from Larry and Amelia. "What? Too soon?"
Brooklyn groaned, hating the fact she needed to be dragged now, she felt like…like Larry. It wasn't very fun. The trio turned a corner, when suddenly a small arrow whizz passed her face.
"The hell? Who's throwing darts?" Brooklyn burst. The group stopped and turned to see three little cherubs fly into the room. They didn't really look cute at all, but were firing cupid arrows toward the trio.
Brooklyn escaped from Amelia's grip and ducked behind the large fountain. Larry, instinctively, grabbed Amelia and pulled her into a corner as the Cherubs approached, laughing and shouting in Italian.
"You don't have to hold me quite so tightly, Mr. Daley. I am perfectly safe." Amelia stated. Larry immediately released his grip, embarrassed.
"I was just…sorry." He fidgeted awkwardly.
Brooklyn rolled her eyes and watched the devilish Cherubs circle the room, oh how she wished she had super jumps.
"Stop beating your gums, Mr. Daley. You haven't been able to take your cheaters off my chassis since the moment we met." Amelia pointed out.
"I second that motion!" Brooklyn called to them from the other side of the fountain and raised her hand, luckily just in time to fend off one of the stupid arrows. She glared and pointed a finger at the Cherub that shot the arrow, as if to single him out and say she'd get him.
Larry narrowed his eyes at Brooklyn, and then turned back to Amelia, utterly confused.
"I literally did not understand one word of that." He admitted. Brooklyn sneakily made her way back over to Amelia and Larry, determined to break up the awkward argument, that is, until the Cherubs did it for her. The three Cherubs hovered above the group, their little bows aimed at them.
"Sparare dritto, stunad!" the chanted
"The hell did you say to me?!" Brooklyn burst angrily, though she really had no idea what the little shits said she really just wanted to wail on them, and stepped forward, shaking her fist. "I'm gonna fuck you up so- Yip!" she squeaked as Larry pulled her back to the corner.
"Okay," Larry raised his hands defensively toward the Cherubs, taking a different approach. "Flying babies, you gotta listen to me. This is not cool. Someone could lose an eye with those little arrows of yours, I also suggest some diapers, or…pants, or pretty much any kind of cover-up."
"Oh, now you have a problem with nudes." Brooklyn grumbled, earning an annoyed glare from Larry. One of the Cherubs fired an arrow right at Larry's forehead.
"OW!" he shouted, rubbing his forehead. The Cherubs started laughing, Brooklyn threw herself forward.
"Lemme at 'em, Larry!" she snapped as Larry tried to hold her back, her arms swinging at the air. "Lemme at 'em!
The Cherubs quickly turned and fled, leaving a very pleased Brooklyn with her hands on her hips.
"Well done, Bonnie." Amelia nodded.
Brooklyn grinned, proud of herself. "I know my way around a few intimidation tactics."
"Well, we might need them pretty soon." Larry said and pointed to the other side of the room. The French soldiers charged into the room and they were running at them.