Why did they always have to make museums confusing? It was a really stupid way to go about it if they were trying to actually educate people. Harley’s personal opinion was that they weren’t about passing on knowledge at all. What they did was make a rabbit’s warren that you couldn’t escape and you ended up staggering around until you were weak, hungry, dehydrated and bored out of your mind. Then, like a dream or a mirage, there was the gift shop! It had food! It had soda! It had colorful things that looked like they should be bought!
Best scam ever.
But tonight, she didn’t want to waste her time, stumbling around, looking for her goal or appreciating the grift, she just wanted to find that prop. So she did something unusual. She actually looked it up in the directory. Which wasn’t as easy as it would have been if the stupid security guard hadn’t interrupted.
He was sixty if he was a day, and Harley felt just a little bit guilty about knocking him out. It wasn’t as if he stood a chance. Though he had been waving that flashlight kinda aggressively. Still, she eased him down to the floor as gently as she could, given that he weighed like two of her. Then she made her way through the dark hallways on silent feet.
She was gonna get that skull and get her Puddin’ in one fell swoop!