Greek Runaway

Τριάντα ττέντε(Thirty Five)

"You can go home," Larry said as he got out of the car. "I'm gonna be pretty late, okay."

"Okay, boss." Larry then went up the stairs to the museum and walked inside.

"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." Dr. McPhee said as Larry entered.

"Yeah, I've been busy. What's going on here?" Larry asked looking around seeing crates all over the floor.

"Progress, so they tell me. The future. Behold, Natural History, version 2.0."

"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." A hologram of Teddy Roosevelt showed up and said.

"Okay, where were you born?"

"Right here in New York City, on Twentieth Street. October 27th, the year of our Lord 1858." Teddy said and Dr. McPhee turned it off.

"Blah, blah, blah. History, history. Learning, learning. Changing America, one child at a time."

"That's great. So you're adding some new interactive exhibits?"

"No, Mr. Daley, not adding. Replacing the old exhibits."

"Where are they going?"

"Away. We're getting rid of all this junk. The dioramas, the waxworks, even some of the shabbier animals, like this scrawny little monkey."

"You should be careful. He's a capuchin."

"It's a monkey."

"He's a rare breed. He's a capuchin. He's not just a monkey." Larry argued.

"'Monkey', then. I said 'monkey'. 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, the Primate Garbage Police? Let it go, baby."

"Whose idea was this?"

"Me, of course. I'm in charge. Me and the board. Mainly the board. Anyway, why do you care?"

"No, it's just that people love this stuff."

"People, Mr. Daley, love 'What's next?' You should know that. You left."

"My situation changed. My business took off..."

"Yeah, you became a success. So would I, if I was a night guard."

"So where are these guys going?"

"Deep storage. Federal Archives."

"Where's that?"

"Washington, D.C. The Smithsonian."

"There's got to be something that we can do."

"It's done! They leave tomorrow morning. It's over." Dr. Mcphee then left Larry to himself and he stayed until the tablet started to glow.

"Hey, buddy, how you doing? How you doing with all this?" He said to Rexy. "You want what's in here? You think I got something for you? You think I got a little rope? Think you're stronger than me, huh?
Is that all you got, huh?" Larry said. Then Rexy pulled the rope too hard sending Larry flying through the air and landing on some mats. As he stood up all the boxes in the lobby opened to reveal all his friends.

"Lawrence! Good to see you, lad!" Teddy said coming by him on his horse.

"Yeah, you too, Teddy."