Keys jingling, Larry locked up the museum nonchalantly. He wiggled the revolving door a bit just to make sure it was in place. Tonight they weren't open late hours- due to certain circumstances, Dr. McPhee was away and had canceled them. It was a refreshing break for everyone.
Larry paused when he heard a sound behind him. It wasn't unusual in a place such as this, but still, Larry spun around with an eyebrow raised.
And found himself staring into the eye of a Tyrannasaurus Rex skeleton, mouth open in a ferocious roar that could have killed many people of fright.
Instead, Larry just laughed, patting the dinosaur on his skeletal nose.
"Nice try, Rexy," he chuckled.
The skeleton was visibly dissappointed, whimpering and nudging the night guard's hand, then trotting away, claws clicking on linoleum.
Larry smiled as he watched the dinosaur leave. He turned and sauntered to the desk in the center of the lobby, sliding his hands along the smooth surface of the countertop as he walked. Meanwhile, the exhibits around him sprung to life.
"Ah, Lawrence."
Larry turned around and grinned at Theodore Roosevelt, crossing his arms happily.
"What can I do for you, Teddy?"
The wax man glanced around the room, then leaned in toward the night guard.
"I'd like to speak to you about private manners."
Larry nodded, curious, but his smile faltered as he stared at something behind the president. Teddy, confused, turned slowly, and what he saw made his eyes widen.
Larry dropped the flashlight he was holding and sprinted to Ahkmenrah's tomb.