That evening me and Joe went to the museum. Luckily Joe was granted a job. Joe couldn't stop thanking me. It was all working out. I had my best friend and most of all, a free ride to work. I stayed at the museum. Joe was not going to start work until I wouldn't be alone tonight.
I spent most of my time finishing my work for college in the lobby bench. The rest of the time I observed the artifacts and looked at the names. I had a few tricks up my sleeve. I had my book bag with me. It was full of sweet surprises. I just hope this would work.
Soon it became dark and the tourist left. I met Mr. Rollie and he gave me the keys to lock up.
"Now you lock up tight and remember to keep your eyes wide open," he said grinning.
"I'll be sure to do that," I said taking the keys.
I did as he said. I picked up my book bag and took out a golden cup and a Frisbee. I had to do this first or I'd be too anxious and mess up. I waited and watched in amazement as the historic figures came to life. It was like a fairytale that a child dreamed of.
I walked over towards the T-Rex and I held out the Frisbee. He started to react like a dog. Jumping and breathing hard. Which was amazing, because he made the whole museum shake. I threw the Frisbee up and the T-Rex caught it with his mouth. He gave it back and I repeated the same motion twice. I heard some grunts. I walked towards the fur dressed men who pulled my limbs the other day. They began to grunt in their language. I pounded on my chest and acted like Tarzan. All the men stopped and stared. All except the leader. He walked towards me and looked me in the eye. He grunted, which probably meant I was aloud to speak. I held out the golden cup as a offering. The leader's eyes widen and he began to grunt happily this time. He spitted in his hand and held it out for me to shake. I didn't want to but I spitted in my hand and shook his hand. I knew this meant we were good.
I walked back to go to the bathroom so I could wash my hands. I walked through a crowd of other historians. When I made it to the bathroom, I washed my hands with soap in the sink. I walked out of the bathroom after I finished.
"Hey, you sure are handsome," I heard a voice say. I turned around to see Mona Lisa talking to me. I couldn't believe the woman in the portrait was talking to me. "Are you going to sit there and stare at me or are you going to ask me what I want," she said.
"Well, go on," I said.
"I was just going to say, if you need to know anything just ask me. I see and hear everything that goes on in this place," she said.
"Um, well, thanks," I said still shocked that I was talking to a painting.
I quickly ran back to the lobby where the T-Rex stood holding the Frisbee. He threw it to me. I caught it and threw it back.I froze when I saw the "thinker". He had that same curious expression when I saw him as a sculpture.
"How can I help you?" I asked him.
"I was wondering what you and the beast were doing," he said having a thoughtful expression.
"We were just playing fetch," I said. "Do you wanna give it a try?" I asked holding out the Frisbee.
"I'll have to think about it," he said.
"Man don't think. Do it! I said.
After starring at the Frisbee as if observing it, he took it and threw it in a sloppy way. But the T-Rex still caught it.
"You know this is kind of fun," the "thinker" said throwing the Frisbee with better aim this time.
I left him and the T-Rex. I found my boy Charles Darwin, sitting by his self on the ground.