An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Teddy put the phone back on the receiver. “Mystery solved. Laurence has caught the flu and won’t be coming in today.”
“Oh no,” said Sacajawea. “I hope he feels better.”
“I’m sure it will be alright without him for one night,” Ahkmenrah said. “Nothing interesting ever happens around here anyways.”
Just then the lights turned red and a shrill alarm started shrieking, echoing off the walls.
They all clasped their hands over their ears. Dexter howled.
“You just had to jinx it, didn’t you?” Octavius yelled.
The exhibits are left under Teddy's supervision the night someone decides to break into the Musem. It quickly goes off the rails.
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