recycledchicken

RecycledChicken

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A Historic Moment In Gaming (Chapter 2)

A Historic Moment in Gaming (Chapter 2)

Part 1 / Part 2 (You are here!) / Part 3

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/40814790/chapters/102965613#workskin)

Summary: The museum is restless and the exhibits have gone stir crazy. Larry Daley can only think of one solution; buy a Wii.

A buzz had spread across the museum.

No, I am not referring to that one time where a hive was discovered in the Western Diorama and the miniature cowboys attempted to tame the swarm as if they were flying fuzzy horses.

I guess you can say they weren't very friendly neigh-buzz.

Neither am I talking about the time where a fire-drill happened and most of the exhibits treated the buzzing alarm as the end of the world.

Since the night of Larry’s break-down, rumours had spread from exhibit to exhibit; they all knew he had come up with some sort of solution to stop everyone causing anarchy around the museum, but what the solution was they didn’t know.

So, when Larry emerged from the security office carrying a large brown box, his closest friends were eagerly waiting for him at the front desk.

“What have you got in that there box, sonny?” Theodore Roosevelt asked. He was standing next to Sacajawea, their hands interlocked.

Larry momentarily frowned. Two wax figures could find love, but he couldn’t?

“Well,” Larry shook off his divorced-dad mentality and slipped into his previous salesman identity that he had used during his television appearances.

“It is something that is going to change your life.” he grinned.

Sacajawea’s eyes widened. “Is it new clothes so we don’t have to wear the same thing every night?” she asked hopefully.

Larry’s grin faltered for a split second. “Uh, no.”

Octavius padded to the edge of the information desk and stared up. “You have discovered a new tablet that allows us to roam around during the day?”

“Still no.” Larry’s smile had become forced. When he saw Teddy about to open his mouth, Larry quickly interrupted him.

“But!” he shouted a little too brash. Teddy shut his mouth, slightly offended.

Larry internally sighed. He didn’t want to disappoint them even more. Besides, the Wii would still impress them, right? You could play ‘Animal Crossing’ and ‘Kirby’s Adventure’ on that thing. Or so he was told. Nicky was more of a gamer than him. Although, not to toot his own horn or anything, but Larry was the Wii Sports Tennis Champion of the family.

Well, that was a self-proclaimed title.

Larry added some enthusiasm to his voice as he lowered the box onto the desk.

“It's actually a-”

“Woah there, Gigantor!”

Larry swiftly lifted the box back into the air. Under the shadow of the box, Jedediah stood protectively in front of Octavius. His hands threateningly hovered over his gun holders.

“Watch where you’re puttin’ stuff!” the cowboy miniature hollered. “You nearly flattened Octavius.”

He paused before adding. “And me.”

Larry put the box onto the floor and then held up his hands. “Sorry, Jed. Didn't, uh, see you there.”

“That's what all you big people say!” Jedediah huffed and pointed a gloved finger. “And what do you need a box for, anyhow? I was promised humiliation at his finest!”

“Humiliation?” Larry asked. He blinked and looked around. No one else seemed surprised at what was just said.

“Uh, okay. Well,” Larry said. “I don’t know who promised you that. But you’re in for a surprise, because inside that box is a-”

Octavius smirked and nudged Jedediah. “Doesn’t he mean, ‘Urine’ for a surprise?”

“Whoo!” the two miniatures laughed and high-fived each other.

“Phew, awh’ man,” Jedediah wiped a tear from his eye. “Sometimes it scares me, y’know? - How much ofa’ comedic genius I am.”

Octavius leaned towards him. “But that was my joke.” Jedediah waved a dismissive hand.

“Yeah, well, we’re a team. All your ideas are technically mine.”

Larry raised his hands in desperation. “What is going on?”

“Oh! Oh!” Jedediah whispered loudly to Octavius. “Bet he’s going to do it into the box!” They both giggled like high-school bullies. Larry looked around for an explanation, but none was offered.

“Does anyone want to, I don’t know, kindly explain what is going on? Is this some sort of funny inside joke? A little inside joke that the nightguard isn’t allowed to know?” Larry asked.

“Why,” Ahkmenrah said calmly, pouting his lip and glancing at the ceiling. “I merely said to everyone you were going to present your ‘Wii’ to us.”

“And you explained what a Wii is, right?” Larry interrogated. Ahkmenrah couldn’t meet his eye.

“You explained what a Wii is, right?” Larry repeated in a strained, panicked voice. His mouth was agape. He thought Ahkmenrah was a good-hearted prince. But despite 4,000 years to become wise he had not lost his teenage immaturity.

Oh, Larry would not forget this.

Before Larry could explain himself, Teddy unhooked his arm from Sacajawea and stepped forward.

“I, for one, find your decision most brave, Lawrence.” He placed a hand on Larry’s shoulder and lowered his voice. “Back in my day, to show my authority, I would hunt and kill the most dangerous animals I could find.”

He shook his head and chuckled softly. “But I never would’ve had the confidence to relieve myself in front of an audience to affirm my leadership.”

“Thanks, Teddy, but I'm not-”

The president had already made his way back to his partner. Sacajawea slipped her hand back into his. He put his mouth to her ear.

“Must be a modern thing.” he whispered.

“Or maybe he’s finally snapped. People cope with stress in strange ways. And he’s been under a lot of stress.” she whispered back. They both looked at Larry with similar sympathetic expressions. Larry felt a vein bulge on his forehead.

He took a deep breath, held for five seconds and then let out a slow, loud sigh.

This was a technique he and Ahkmenrah had taught the Huns and Civil War Mannequins in an attempt to subdue their anger and decrease fights. The Mannequins may not have mouths, but it was the thought that counted. Actually, it greatly distressed them and made them even worse. Larry theorised it was because they realised, they couldn’t breathe. Or talk. Or scream. Even theorising didn’t help the situation as the topic of screaming sent Ahkmenrah into a tizzy.

Speaking of Huns, Atilla was stood next to Ahkmenrah, watching the amusing situation play out. Lately, he had been very adamant on leaning the English language and would only nudge the pharaoh when he struggled to understand what had just been said. His warrior pride made him a more independent learner.

“Well, there has been a... misunderstanding.” Larry swallowed. “But what's in here is going to change your-... It's going to stop you guys stop making a mess of the museum.”

Atilla placed Jedediah and Octavius on each of his shoulders. Larry put the box onto the desk.

Larry let a few seconds go by to build up suspense. This was a technique he used to help sell his inventions when he-

“Oh, good God, man!” Octavius shouted out impatiently. “Open it up already!”

Thank you for reading! I really enjoyed writing this!