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Muppets Night at the Museum

Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by BeakerSqueedom, Sep 6, 2007.

  1. BeakerSqueedom

    BeakerSqueedom Well-Known Member

    Setting things right...

    I nearly got fired today. It’s expected since Jedidiah tried to kill Octavious again. I was told to brush up on my history, and that was what I intended to do. I asked Rebecca if she’d like to have some coffee over at Starbucks. She had accepted my request and carried on in explaining to me just who was Sacagawea. Rebecca was quite knowledgeable about this particular Indian—almost to the point of being a fanatic. But, she was rather interesting to talk to—considering she had such a lovely smile. I told her after two hours that I had to go. I did just that.

    I grabbed a variety of books, consisting of Attila the Hun, George Washington Carver, Harriet Tubman, and the like. I knew instantly that time could not be wasted—except on bathroom breaks. I quietly huddled in the corner, reading. I thought about last night as I read. Reviewing the events that occurred that night and how Theodore mentioned “Greatness has been thrust upon you.” It seemed too much of a dream. But, when I yelled at Mat—he already expected my anger. So, it wasn’t something I imagined, sadly enough.

    Later I went home, turned on the television, and began watching The History Channel. I had my laptop nestled on my lap just for reference. This was to be a long day.

    I stood in front of the museum with a proud smirk on my face, carrying a polo sport bag containing my defense for the night. I made my bold entrance. It seemed innocent all right. I looked to my wrist watch, “Now.” I whispered, ripping a bone from the dinosaur. With silence, I saw the world around me change. Eyes blinked mysteriously, fingers wiggled, yawns sounded, and stiff steps could be heard. The room glowed with majestic beauty as things began to breathe life. The cries of animals echoed loudly from the second floor—most of them archaic. Inanimate objects became animate. It was a movie playing right in front of my eyes.

    My smile increased as the dinosaur wagged its tail. “You want it? Yes? You want it?” I teased. The bag of bones nodded. “Ok, go get it!” I cried, throwing it with all the strength I could muster. He rushed to get it. I took my leave.

    I took out my book and blocked the miniature Mayans’ swift attacks. Another batch of spears came my way, but I managed to be just as quick to protect myself. I slid the glass case shut. Angered tan-skinned Mayans continued to attack their interior walls. Feeling cocky, I stuck out my tongue and tapped on the glass. “Nyah.” I mocked childishly. They eyed me stingily as I walked to Rome’s exhibit, where I met a frustrated Roman general. “What are you doing?” I asked. He looked up to me pettily. “We expand or we die!” He cried, throwing his balled fist high. I rolled my eyes. Typical, I thought.

    “Heave, men!”

    I sighed, “You won’t get through that wall, Octavious.” I said. As stubborn as he was, he didn’t take my advice. I went to Jedidiah’s desert oriented exhibit. “Fire that wall to pieces! Put y’all backs into it!” He cried in a thick southerner accent. He had the typical blonde blue-eyed look. “Jed, stop.” I ordered. A fiery glare did I receive. “But, this here’s our land!” He spat. “Hush up, blondie!” barked the Roman. The two began to bicker. I did what any other mature adult would have done….grab them by the legs and put them on top of a bench for a good talking.
    “I don’t like to be man-handled!” Cried Jeddah.

    “Well, I will man-handle you, Jed!” I spat.

    I sighed. “Look, if you guys are good—I’ll let you wander free.” I bribed. Jedidiah brightened up somewhat, “Really? No-o, no problemo, Gigantor.” He agreed. Octavious looked to me gratefully, “Yes, my liege...you have my word” He praised. “And my name’s not Gigantor—it’s Larry—how would you like it if I called you tiny?” I asked. The tiny cowboy frowned, “I don’t like it, hurts my feelings.” He whined. A sheepish look crossed Ocatavious’s face, “I-I called you Larry from the start.” He said. “Don’t be a kiss-***.” I said comically. He nodded slowly. The talk was final.



    A voice boomed. The clicking of hooves pierced the silence. I whirled around to face a man on a horse—looking as proud as a peacock. “Yo soy el gran libertador!” He cried. “The grand liberator…” I repeated unsurely. “Simón Bolívar?” I asked. He looked down to me gratefully. “Jou know who I am?” He asked pleasantly. “Of course I do.” I said. He hopped off his noble steed to take a closer look at me. “Jou know, jou’re the only one who knows who I am, hokay?” He began, “’Cause nobody knows who I am these days—and…jou know, it hurts.” He said patting his chest lightly. I nodded in agreement, “Yah, you did a lot in your time.” I comforted.

    “Then they exiled me and de sexy Manuela!” He cried. “I will kill them all, hokay? I WILL AVENGE MY MANUELA!” He declared. I shook my head. “Don’t…no…don’t you do that! No!” I objected weakly. He hopped onto his cow and galloped away to the Civil War area.

    Faceless white mannequins in beige military uniform hid cleverly behind logs. Rifles poked out from an opening in their hiding place. The northern and the southern were at the start of a new battle. A battle they never ended. I ran after the liberator before I was pulled down by a faceless northerner who was at war. He pressed his pale finger to his lips and cocked his gun quietly. I looked to him fearfully—suddenley a defeaning explosion occurred. “Fire!” A series of bullets flew speedily into the air, hitting many of the southerners. I screamed. “Homygod!” I exclaimed. I crawled my way out of the battle. I had to find Simón and quick!
  2. BeakerSqueedom

    BeakerSqueedom Well-Known Member

    I've just noticed my typos and other mistakes---not to worry.
    I always notice them at the last minute...XD
  3. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    *Rejoices at finding da king prawn making his grand entrance as the hero of South America. You know, we're gonna need a list of which Muppet's portraying what historical personage. You can't tell your George Washingtons from your Julius Caesars.
    Loved it all Squeeky. Thank ju.
  4. BeakerSqueedom

    BeakerSqueedom Well-Known Member

    Good idea.
    Not everyone knows just who's Simon Bolivar.
    (I know, I've asked people--and they put on the "What?" face)

    I will make the list sometime today.
  5. BeakerSqueedom

    BeakerSqueedom Well-Known Member


    The passionate liberator rode his horse through the exhibits gracefully. He sat upright with an undying grace, and put on a face that spelled trouble. The Venezuelan figure raised a tiny fist in the air. “If there is anyone who’s going to die first—ahh, it’s jou.” He said, pointing his gun to a certain dictator’s head. The blue-eyed pudgy man discarded the gun with a wave of his pale hand.

    “Leider nicht!”

    He bellowed, a small group of Nazis lined up neatly behind him. Their cold eyes intimidated him greatly. “Jou know, you never did banish me from my land…” He started with a nervous laugh, “I mean, jou’re just a really bad dictator, hokay? No offense.”. The dictator snorted at the cowardice he displayed. Supposedly a great liberator, he thought.

    A tiny figure was held by the crook of his neck (if he had any) rather painfully, “Let me go!” he cried. “Robin?” Simon asked, reaching out his hand to him. “Jou let him go, Hitler!” yelled the bold prawn. Adolf looked to the Jew with distaste—not a very good sign. “Yo-you’re hurting me…” The youngling begged. “It-t-t hurts.” He whimpered.

    “Déjalo solo!” Simon demanded. I arrived at the scene just at the nick of time. “I thought wax figures aren't supposed to feel anything.” I said. Some of the witnesses glared at me. “Vwe shouldn’t—but memory impinges on us—to a point vwhere we can.” The voice spoke. I looked to the owner of the voice. It was Rasputin (Count), famous for having caused the downfall of the Romanovs, or so I thought.

    [For anyone who has been offended by this chapter…I totally understand. To be frank, I am only going according to the personalities of what could have been and in no way do I share these horrid viewpoints.]
  6. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    R-R-Robin? No! Ju must save him hokay nice writer lady? Here, mira... I bring ju da cookies hokay. These are the good stuff hokay. Now por favor, post mor of the storis hokay?
  7. Pork

    Pork Well-Known Member

    Yah, Update.

    Thanks Squeekums. Twas really good. It's good to see Pepe in there too.
  8. BeakerSqueedom

    BeakerSqueedom Well-Known Member

    This fic will sooo be redone.
    I hate it.
    I thought of cancelling it....but ah....I can redo it again.
    K, now to start from scratch.
  9. The Count

    The Count Moderator Staff Member

    Aw... *Pats Squeekers. You are aware there's a sequel to the movie coming fright? Well, just know we're here if you need us.

    Now then, for a certain cameo in another fic... *Sneaky little plug/nag.
  10. AnimatedC9000

    AnimatedC9000 Well-Known Member

    There's a sequel to "Night at the Museum"? Cool!

    Can't wait for the rewrite, Claudia. Hope the first chapter's up soon.

    ~ AnimatedC
  11. BeakerSqueedom

    BeakerSqueedom Well-Known Member

    I am, actually!
    The second movie is gonna have Amelia Earheart, I think!
    AHHH! <3

    Aw, thanks Cait! <3

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