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Muppets Night At The Museum// Revised

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by BeakerSqueedom, Jul 10, 2008.

  1. BeakerSqueedom

    BeakerSqueedom Active Member

    Acknowledgement: Thank you, Caitlyn, for assisting me with this story. Without her, some of the muppets wouldn't have been mentioned throughout the story as some lacked roles--but she filled them up. <3


    Introduction


    The hours of darkness crept slowly but surely across the ashy dusk; the glow of a small, distant moon hovered tranquilly over the museum, bathing its massive, gray, beastly guardians in silvery luminosity. The lions appeared ever grisly in the eyes of a somewhat disconcerted fellow who had ambled his way timidly through the gritty steps. The rails slid slickly beneath pale fingertips, leaving a chilly coating of water to drip from his fingertips.

    With a turn of the knob, the brightness pervaded his sight greatly as the door swung open. Due to the gloom smothering the city, it was clear that the lighting within the lobby had blinded him to a modest degree. The tour guide, Rebecca, only smiled at his entry and waved at him unsurely.

    “Good luck, Mr. Daley.” She said kindly, grabbing her maroon purse from the desk at reception. A gentle smile graced her lips, dimples formed attractively, leaving him with quite an impression. The ringlets of her luscious brown hair bounced tenderly as she strolled out the door and into the night. The last thing he heard was the gentle echo of her high heel shoes clicking against the floor until it faded into complete silence.

    He wished he knew why Cecil had granted him such a shabby manual. The rip on its edges forced him to take extra, vigilant care of it; it was said that it’d one day save him, if not now. The taupe-colored cover was titled as its namesake in gold letters the moment he flipped it on the exact side for a look. He peered at contents within lazily, reading roughly nothing at all. He shrugged and tucked it into the pocket of his light blue pants.

    The time ticked away.

    There he was, playing with the lobby desk’s properties that consisted of a colorful globe, work supplies, and even gum. He entertained himself gaily with the phone’s cord for so long, he hadn’t realized the big hand edging toward the number twelve on the clock. But he was a typically lazy man who was a tad bit pessimistic of the success he’d have as a night guard. His pessimism was expressed in these words:


    “Larry Daley, the handsome night watchman at the Museum of Natural History, could not have been any more content. So many reasons to be thankful for this job, for example, the fact he could watch over the belongings of dead people who once smelled like old soap and peanuts—Mmm, yum! The only thing he never understood was the motive behind Cecil and his group of old geezers into giving him this old, wobbly manual…

    Other than that, there was also the dilemma of his son—his ex just keeps telling him he’ll fail just like he did in all his other jobs. Whooohooo, go Daley… ”


    At the end of his humor-filled narration, he heard the plucking of a musical xylophone grow steadily loud. The clanking sounds were followed by skeleton feet pounding against through the spacious hall, ensnaring his attention to the cause. Eyes of blue inspected what one would have thought as an innocent area gone untouched, but his ears did not deceive him.

    The lights began to flicker.

    Larry dug into his pocket and snatched what he hoped was his flashlight. The rubber, bulky texture implied that it was so. His thumb brushed against the red button of the handle; light tore through the wavering darkness. He kept level-headed amidst the creeping excitement.

    the gentle crooning of bones meshing together sounded faintly; A soft growl emanated from behind...
  2. AnimatedC9000

    AnimatedC9000 Well-Known Member

    Don't leave us hanging there! We want more! Next chapter, please!

    ~ AnimatedC
  3. BeakerSqueedom

    BeakerSqueedom Active Member

    *Snuggles Cait*
  4. AnimatedC9000

    AnimatedC9000 Well-Known Member

    ... thank you for that acknowledgement, Squeekey. *hugs back*
  5. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Huh? How is it this escaped my attention when first posted? O-O! *Huggles Squeaky. Tis grand a restart as ever there was one. Tinkling of a xylophone under the music of dem' bones? Whoever could that be... And I like how it's started again... Hope it'll have the right mix of Muppet characters and MC cameos... Unless this is headed in a different direction than that. So I guess that's all... No, it's not all... There's this still left to say... More please!
  6. AnimatedC9000

    AnimatedC9000 Well-Known Member

    Just wonderng when we're gonna see an update for this fic. I'm curious as to what'll happen next (and who we'll see...).

    ~ AnimatedC
  7. BeakerSqueedom

    BeakerSqueedom Active Member

    So many unintentional errors were made in that first segment.
    How is it, that I am so prone to that?

    He ran. He called. He screamed.
    He ran. He got an inadequate answer. He screamed.
    He ran. He suppressed the urge to kill Cecil. He screamed.
    He ran. He crashed into a wall and fell. He groaned.
    He stopped. He got up. He gulped.

    Larry spun around inelegantly to face the fierce, sharp-toothed creature; staring transparently into its large, spherical eye sockets, it seemed as if those eyes had effortlessly penetrated his wavering audacity. The monster’s formidable façade quite intimidated him. The fellow’s unexpressed fear fashioned itself into comical despair. But amid the tense air, the growling relic bowed its s-shaped head giddily, bumping its broad “nose” gently against a bone it plucked off from its rib cage.

    His gaze shifted from the bag of bones to the object near his feet. Thick, dark eyebrows knitted together in bewilderment at the abnormal gesture. He hoped this unusual prediction would not bring him dire consequences. “Rexy wants the stick?” He inquired apprehensively, trying hard not to look at those translucent whites.

    A hazy blur of antique white sped off into the distance. He guessed it DID want the 'stick'. His daring swing of the bone had triggered the sound, of what resembled clamorous thunder, rushing through the hall.

    He brought out his worn manual shakily to skim through its contents as recommended by Cecil. All he read so far had been just as taboo as the psychologically confused dinosaur that had once been inanimate—lifeless.
    This was one of them:

    “Lock up the lions or they’ll eat you?” He murmured.

    This was the opportune time to split like a banana.

    He scampered up the stairs to investigate the oddity. Little did he know, the more he pursued, the more he had yet to fear.

    Short, but something.
  8. AnimatedC9000

    AnimatedC9000 Well-Known Member

    *nods* Very good. Now, when will we see the Muppets?

    ~ AnimatedC
  9. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    *Huggles Squeedom. Thankees. And now I can start my sixth year at MC, my 196H postings with a nod to your fics. Mmm, the scene with the T-Rex. Seems like Larry's still scared from guarding the treasures at the museum. But he'll figure it out, eventually.

    Great installment. Only one thing left to say...
    More please!


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