Here's chapter number 2

Chapter- Crates everywhere

I put on the finishing touches of my make-up before Larry and his driver picked me up. I had begged and begged for this little trip to the museum. Things were wrong. They were moving exhibits out and he needed to know now! After all he left everyone two years ago. I had tried to keep up with everyone, visit a few times here and there. But it was harder than I thought, especially with school. But I owed everyone this much, they gave me the courage to try out for Track and Choir, and I rocked so much at both.

I ran outside to meet Larry and his driver, Larry smiled,"Ready to take a trip down memory lane?"

"Of course!"

One short drive later, I was getting out of the car and running for the door way faster than Larry.

Dr. McPhee called Larry out as soon as he stepped in the door,"Hello! Excuse me! Unauthorized personnel! If it isn't our very own Mr. Success Story.

Come for one of your nostalgia tours I haven't seen you for a few months," but Dr. McPhee gave me a small, faint smike,"Glad to see you McKenna, always a treat!"

"Yeah, I've been busy," Larry said slowly, taking in all the crates that I've been dreading in seeing for months,"What's going on here?"

"Progress," Dr. McPhee sighed,"so they tell me. The future," he motioned to all the boxes and then went up to that stupid hologram machine and pressed the button," Behold, Natural History, version 2.0!"

The machine hummed to life and a hologram of Teddy rode up an said with a robotic tone to his voice,"Welcome to The Museum of Natural History, where history comes to life! Step up, ask your question. Then let the next little boy or girl have their turn."

Larry saw Dr. McPhee's expectant look and said,"Okay, where were you born?"

"Right here in New York City," the machine spat back out,"on Twentieth Street. October 27th, the year of our Lord 1858," Dr. McPhee made the machine start rushing through its answer, then turned it off.

"Blah, blah, blah. History, history. Learning, learning. Changing America, one child at a time," Dr. McPhee shrugged an walked away.

"That's great," Larry started obviously not quite understanding,"So you're adding

some new interactive exhibits?"

"No, Mr. Daley," Dr. McPhee corrected, picking up his briefcase,"not adding.

Replacing the old exhibits."

"Where are they going?"

" Away," Dr. McPhee snapped,"We're getting rid of all this junk. The dioramas, the waxworks, even some of the shabbier animals," I tensed because I knew he meant Kota and that was not okay. Dr. McPhee picked up Dexter and said,"like this scrawny little monkey."

"You should be careful," Larry said stepping forward,"He's a capuchin.

"It's a monkey."

"He's a rare breed," Larry tried to convince him,"He's a capuchin."

"He's not just a monkey. Monkey, then. I said monkey,"Dr. McPhee argued,"Why be specific? When you're throwing away a monkey, you don't need the Latin name."

"Are you throwing him away

or are you moving him?"

"What are you," Dr. McPhee complained, his voice getting higher," the Primate Garbage Police," he got in Larry's face and lowered his voice," Let it go, baby." Then he turned and walked away.

"Whose idea was this," Larry asked, trying to keep him talking.

"Me, of course," Dr. McPhee said as he walked away,"I'm in charge," I snorted and he looked back at me and easily corrected himself," Me and the board. Mainly the board. Anyway, why do you care?"

"No," Larry said motioning back to the crates that held out friends,"it's just that people love this stuff."

"People, Mr. Daley," Dr. McPhee sniffed," love "What's next?"

"You should know that," I smirked," You left."

Dr. McPhee thrusted his thumb in my direction,"She's got a point."

"My situation changed," Larry snapped, then scowled at me to be quiet,"My business took off.."

"Yeah, you became a success," Dr. McPhee said somewhat sassily,"So would I, if I was a night guard."

"So," Larry finally got down to the question he should have asked first,"where are these guys going?"

"Deep storage. Federal Archives."

"Where's that," Larry asked quietly.

I sighed,"Washington, D.C. More accurately The Smithsonian."

Larry turned to me in surprise,"Wait. Wait. You KNEW?"

"Of course I knew! I the only Daley with the free time and who can drive up here, herself."

Larry sighed, rubbed his temples and turned to Dr. McPhee,"There's got to be something that we can do!"

"It's done," Dr. McPhee snapped, but then cast a defeated look at the crates,"They leave tomorrow morning. It's over."

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