Post by Fallingmoon on May 9, 2010 19:34:18 GMT -5
OK, I love this game called Poptropica and I played Counterfeit island like five times 'cause I love it. I decided to make a mini story out of it. Here it is! (All dialog matches what was said in the game. I have no credit on that. The game is copyrighted... I think. xD)
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I flew through the air on my hot air balloon, scanning the bright afternoon ocean. Land came into sight, the home of the greatest museum in our world. I started lowering the hot air balloon until it was a few feet from the museum. Quick as a snake and threw down my rope and slid down it, tying it to a fire hydrant in several knots. I looked around at the few people on the streets. “Wow, for such an island with the most famous museum with just a small community? 'least I can walk with a lot of traffic. Wait, there aren't even any cars!” I started walking to the museum and immediately saw a banner that said “EDVARD MUCHES “THE SCREAM” ON DISPLAY NOW! FOR A LIMITED TIME ONLY!” Below was a double door, flanked on both sides by two fold able signs that read “COME SEE THE SCREAM!” A lady with smoothed down black hair, red ball earrings, and a black business suit stood on the left side of the sign, on the right side of the double doors. “Who are you?” I asked in the most polite way I could.
“I am the chief inspector for the police.” She answered calmly, but there was a hint of something else I couldn't detect. Interested, I asked,
“Why are you standing here?” Her answer turned a bit softer and she answered,
“I'm convinced someone is going to steal The Scream and I am going to catch the thief!” Surprise and curiosity flickered inside me, so I asked once more,
“Can I help?” Her answer sent anger through me, but I hid it.
“Thanks for the offer, but leave this to the professionals.” For that I sighed and walked in the direction of my hot air balloon, but I hesitated. “Why not enjoy the rest of the city?” I thought with a shrug and walked on. I passed the Web Browser Internet Cafe then The Moldy Baguette Inn. Who names a hotel such a silly name? Past an artist who had a canvas open to everyone. Beside it where his paintings. He strolled around beside his works of art, looking around to see if anyone wanted one. I came across a sign saying “Down town”. I found two mimes, one on each side of a clown store. I shivered, mimes give me the creeps. I saw balloons hanging inside, a sign said they were free for the day, they even had them in green! My favorite color! I rushed inside and asked the cashier about it, sure enough they were trying to bring in more business by giving away the balloons. I picked up one of the green balloons and strolled out. I passed a foul smelling dumpster and arrived at the city's underground tour. Stupidly I asked the person running the tour,
“What is this place?” She answered in a business-like tone,
“We offer tours of the island's ancient tunnel system.” Another annoying question I asked,
“Where does the tunnel go?”
“Underneath the museum and into the docks.” Her answer was calm, as if she liked to talk about the tunnel system.
“Can I take the tour?” I asked and she replied in a slightly sympathetic tone,
“Sorry, no can do. Tickets are sold out.” I looked toward the trash can for some reason and found some type of golden paper at the bottom, barely visible through the trash and metal netting. Cautiously I walk over and muttered, “ewe ewe ewe ewe” as I dug my hand through the trash can, and pulled out two tickets clipped together by a pin. I walked past the All The Jazz Cafe and the police station. A little while over I found trees growing thickly and an old country path. Part way down I discovered a young crying boy and his mother. I asked what was wrong with the boy to the mother and she replied in French,
“Mon fils veut un ballon vert!” I was lucky I could speak French and English so I translated it. “My son wants a green ball!“ I didn't have a green ball, but I had a green balloon. I looked sadly to my green balloon and handed it over to the crying boy.
“Here you go kid, enjoy.” The boy stopped crying, then floated away! “Uh oh... that can't be good.” I whispered and ran off, chasing the boy and the mother, I lost them though as I came past down town and stopped at the Web Browser Internet Cafe. A guy said, “Did you hear about the Balloon boy? Poor
kid!” I nodded, gasping for breath. I stumbled into the cafe and found a guy standing by the TV.
“Hey did you beat your game?” I asked, seeing the computer and bags under his eyes suggesting he'd been here a while.
“No, I took a break to watch the news. This balloon boy is crazy! How could something like this happen?” I felt really guilty so I replied in a tone trying to cover up my guilt,
“I know. I wish there was something I could do...” He gave a deep laugh to cheer me up,
“Hey don't worry about it! It's not your problem. But there is something you could do for me!” Interest sparked withing me.
“OK, what is it?”
“I was going to tour the tunnel, but I lost my tickets. If you find them, you can have one!” I smiled and pulled out the golden tickets.
“My tickets? Thank you! Here, you can take one for yourself.” I smiled in gratitude and rushed out, I want to see the ancient tunnel system. I raced over to the lady by the tunnel and skidded to a halt. I handed her my tickets and she said,
“Bonjour! Would you like to take the tour?” Before I could react she continued, “when your ready just walk right in.” I stepped through the now unlocked gates and the tour guide followed me. Blabbering on and on about what the ancient tunnels were built for and how they are used and how they could stand up and the whole nine yards. I was to distracted from it's beauty to listen. I stopped where the tunnel widened to a small room where shelves were filled with skulls. I looked up at a parchment on a cord. I climbed up the hanging ceiling light and grabbed it, falling onto my feet with a thump. My tour guide followed me to the exit and said goodbye then walked back to her station. I stepped out and I herd a hiss,
“Psst, kid come here.” I jumped and looked behind me. There stood a man with a dark brown suit and a matching hat which was tipped over to cover his eyes. A long scar ran down the left side of his face. I walked over and asked in my normal but cautious voice.
“Who are you?”
“Somebody who knows to much. The Scream is going to be stolen!” He replied in a low snake-like hiss.
“Can I help?” I asked, prepared for him to say no. To my surprise he answered,
“Apply for a job at the Museum and catch the thief in the act!” Excitement pulsed through me and I asked him in a calm voice, trying to cover my excitement as much as possible.
“OK, but how?”
“Get the job, then meet me back here at nightfall. Hurry, your our only hope!” He urged and I blinked, nodded my head to the strange man, and flew off to the museum. I passed the investigator and sneered in my head, “Try and stop me now!”
“What type of museum is this?” I asked in a polite, calm tone to a security guard.
“An art museum. We have paintings, statues and other works of fine art.” He replied in a proud tone. I asked another question,
“Can I come in?” I knew the answer already,
“Sorry we don't open for a little while.” “And yet, I'm in!” Then I stated in a polite tone,
“I'm interested in applying for the job.”
“OK, in that case, go speak with the assistant curator.” The security guard answered and I walked past him, up the stairs and to a man standing by a door stating it was a Forgery Detection Lab.
“I'd like to see the curator and apply for the job opening.” I stated sincerely and he replied in his slightly annoying voice,
“Sorry, the curator is out of town on important museum business.” I asked in a slightly annoyed voice,
“How can I apply for the job?” I controlled my anger as best I could as he answered,
“We are opening in 5 minutes and some joker moved a bunch of paintings around! Help me and the job is yours.” A bit relived that he didn't deny me, I asked,
“What can I do?”
“Four paintings have been moved into the wrong places. Find them and return them to their correct spots! Come to me when your done.” He replied and I rushed off, looking at the paintings and switching them around. Then I said to myself, “I think I'm finished. I better talk to the assistant curator.” Then I walked over to him and he proudly announced,
“Your hired! When your ready to begin your training, step into the Forgery Detection Lab.”I opened the door and stepped in, the assistant curator following. Automaticly I asked,
“what is this place?” Though I already knew.
“The Forgery Detection lab. It is where we investigate artwork to determine if it is counterfeit or not.” He answered simply.
“Why would someone counterfeit art?” Another stupid question, but he answered just the same.
“Art is worth a lot of money—even fake art!” Then I thought for a second as I looked around then asked a better question,
“What are all these machines and tools?”
“We use them to analyze artwork. We can't hang forged art in the museum! Now your training begins, pick on of the stations to try it.” He directed her to the first machine. I looked at it uncertainly and tried it out. It worked perfectly, as did I! Same with the second machine. The first one scanned the artwork, but the second tested it with chemicals.
“Great job! Your on the team! Lets see... you should probably carry a key to the storage room.” I walked through the building, finding the supply room. I unlocked it and gasped, finding another scrap of parchment. I strode back out and arrived at the door. It was night! “Oh no, I'll be late!” The security guard waved to me, “It's late Pal. Better get some rest.” I walked out and looked around at the dark night. Full moon was out, just above the horizon. I looked at the scraps. Maybe the man wanted the whole picture, so I'd better find the rest. I raced around town, picking up the scraps and creating a whole picture and panted as I reached the man by the exit of the tunnel.
“It's time! The thief is going strike tonight. I've opened the tunnel exit for you!” He hissed and I hurried into the tunnel. I found a broken ladder, only one step broken so I unlocked the hatch by matching it with the scrapped paper. I arrived in the storage room, unlocked the door and sneaked through the building thinking, “I've got to protect that painting.” I thought over and over. I avoided laser cameras, and a security agent until I reached the painting. From there I climbed up on the light above the paint and whispered, “I'll hang above the painting and jump on the thief when they try to steal it!” Lights blazed and a siren wailed as two police officers and the investagator came in. She yelled,
“Freeze! Your under arrest!” “Oh fish sticks.” I thought, “Ha ha, 'least I'll be in the paper for once in my life!” The newspaper read my story, the headline was “Scream thief busted – I'm innocent!” “Well now, this is the cell that was in the police office. Sadly I'm claustrophobic.” Huddled in the corner, finally falling asleep after a long time of shivering and thinking the walls where closing in on me, the door opened and I jumped up, heart pounding and looked around. “Oh wait, just her. Finally, I hope she didn't notice me in the corner. Then I'd surely die of both embarrassment and fear of small spaces. lol” She announced, “Time to come out, I've unlocked the door.” Trying not to show my relive I walked out to her. She blinked and announced in an alpha wolf tone of voice,
“Hope you had a good night's sleep because your going to answer some questions for us.” I saw a lie detector. Ohhh how I hate those contraptions. I answered the question sincerely and truthfully.
“I'm glad you passed the lie detector, I knew you were innocent.” The inspector said in a less of a hard core policewoman voice. I looked at her, astounded.
“You did?! How did you know?”
“Because the painting was stolen last night, after we arrested you!” That made sense. I snapped my fingers and gasped,
“Someone asked me to protect the painting, maybe I was set up!”
“What? By who?” She sounded surprised as well.
“I don't know, I strange man.” I replied.
“We need to check the security footage from last night. Meet me at the security office.” She ordered and was off, so was I. I lost her after a little while, but when I came into the door, the security guard was gone.
“Hmmm. I wonder where the security guard went.” In curiosity I walked out, looking around for him. I found him in a clown store. “What's the matter? And uh... why are you in the clown store?”
“The Scream was stolen and it was my fault! I'm here trying to cheer myself up.” He gave a sad sigh. I hated to push him, but I asked,
“Did you see what happened?”
“No. I was tired... so I stepped out for a minuted.” He admitted guiltily.
“What time did you leave your post?” I asked in a soft tone.
“I don't remember, check my time card.” He said, handing it over to me. I read it and found out he left at 3:56 A.M and came back 4:00 A.M! Only four minutes! The thief must have used my secret entrance to leave. I scurried over to the museum and bounded up to the security office to meet the inspector. She was standing beside a bunch of computers, filled up the entire room.
“We need to check the security footage. Try and find out when the painting was stolen.” She commanded and I walked over to the main computer. I scanned the card and it fast forwarded to that time. The man who had told her to protect the painting was right there! He stole the painting!
Here is the thief! The guy who told me to protect the painting! “I better screen shot this.” I pressed the screen shot button and the picture printed out. Waving the paper I rushed over to the inspector.
“Do you recognize this man?” I asked her,
“Never seen him.” She shrugged.
“Do you know where to find him?” I asked,
“No idea.” she replied simply.
“What should I do?” I asked, hopeless.
“Perhaps if you show the picture to people in town...” She thought aloud. I nodded and walked out to the docks by the tunnel. I'll start with the Fisherman, he was near to the guy. I showed him the picture.
“Hmmm, I'd ask the mimes. They see a lot of people.” “The mimes? They don't talk though!” I shrugged and bounded off toward them anyway. I show the picture to the girl,
“Do you know where I can find this man?” She just made a whistling sound and pounded her feet in a special way... like a dance, I showed it to the guy. The same thing. I thought a while then the thought came to me. The All that Jazz cafe! I walked in and asked the person by the desk. Before I could get out the picture she whispered in a slightly frightened voice.
“There is a suspicious-looking guy by the stage.” I glanced and yelled, “Thief! You framed me!” He pelted away to the back door. “Stop! Thief!” I probably should have blocked the door before screaming at him. “He's getting away on a scooter! I've got to catch him!” I found another one beside where he had jumped on one and raced after him. He did an amazing leap off of a ramp I wouldn't get on to and he flew onto his boat and sped off. I ran over and growled “Drats! He got away!” Then I spotted a red credit card looking thing. “He dropped something.” I picked it up and it had a black widow on it and a strip on the bottom. I put it in my pocket and ran back to the museum. I arrived and immediately a guy handed me a package.
“A package for you. No return address.” I opened it and it was a painting and a scanner. I scanned it and red words popped up under the paint. “Meet me at the museum on Early Poptropica island. Tell no
one. You're being watched. -The Curator.” “Oh my gosh. I'm being watched?” I shakily looked around and raced to my hot air balloon. It ran out of fire so I untied it and raced up the rope, climbing in and setting the fire to the chamber in it again. It rose up and I soon arrived at Early Poptropica island. I scrambled into the Pop art Museum and found the curator waiting for me. Just to make sure I asked,
“Who are you?” The elderly woman responded,
“I am the curator of the museum on counterfeit island.” So that is the name! I answered quickly,
“Why did you call me here?” I asked, she whispered back,
“I'm afraid you got yourself caught up in something much bigger than you realize. The world's greatest artwork is hidden in a secure location but now it's in danger!” I gasped. Then I gulped and asked fearfully,
“Can I help?” Her answer didn't surprise me,
“Just be safe – Someone you trust is watching you very closely. Here, take this key. Be careful, we lost much to obtain it.” She handed me the key and I scurried out into my hot air balloon. I flew as fast as I could to Counterfeit island. I raced all around the city, trying to find were the key fit. The painter called for me.
“Psst. Recently, I sold a painting to an investigator... but with no frame! Why would she need a painting without a frame? Very strange...” I though about that and walked away, toward the country road. Sighing, I thought I failed until I reached a cabin. It read “Investigator Veuve Niore”. Veuve Niore in French Widow Nior. I think Nior is misspelled, so backwards is Noir which means black! Widow Black, which is Black Widow! That traitor. The curator was right. I looked around and saw a treasure chest, a set up table, fire place and an upstairs. Above a bed was cute picture of a hamster. Oh how I love hamsters. Then there was that painter's picture. She had put it in a familiar looking frame. Was side was peeled back, so she wasn't careful enough. I peeled it back and gasped, stumbling as a recognized it. “It's The Scream!” A yelled instinctively. The lights flicked off in the windowless room, so it was pitch black. Fear overwhelmed me. “Who turned out the lights?” I tried to sound brave as I gave the yell, but I was to shaky. I felt someone hit me upside the head and everything went black... well I just got knocked out. Whatever. I woke up with a minor head ache and strapped tightly to a chair with a rope. My eyes burned for a second at the blinding light after the total blackness. I blinked and my blurred vision went away. As I refocused the black shape appeared in front of me, hair more wild yet not tangled. She had black suit, not business like, and with a red diamond like that of a black widow. Her eyes were dark, I thought they looked familiar though.
“Who-who are you?” I demanded, unable to take the shakiness out of my voice.
“I am the Black Widow! The worlds greatest art thief!” She cackled proudly.
“But-but I thought you were a cop.” I stammered and the Black Widow snapped, her dark eyes ablaze with fury,
“I'm the one asking the questions here! Now I know you spoke to that cursed curator. You know where all the art is being hidden! Tell me!” I shrunk down, eyes wide as I stammered in a tiny voice,
“I-I don't know.” She hissed and walked away, saying over her shoulder,
“Don't get comfortable, I'll be back.” Then I saw the man with the scar behind me. This time his hat was a bit to the side but he had sunglasses on.
“And you?! You set me up! Man, I can't stand anyone in this room- except me. Me I like.” I purred the last part. Then I focused on the guy again.
“We have both been set up. For years I have been the Black Widow's right hand man. Now she has betrayed me.” He heaved a sigh ten went on, “C'mon, see if you can work your way over here and I will untie you.” I tried scooted my chair backwards toward him, resisting the urge to clamp my teeth, close my eyes and freeze up. I finally got over to him and moments later were were both untied. “Now let's go catch the Black Widow!” He announced and I walked over to the doorway. Then I remember
one of the questions from the lie detector... “Do you know the Black Widow?” I think that was a clue. We came into a hallway, which led up to a series of hallways stacked up on each other leading to a room at the top. “Watch out for the guards!” The man warned and I sneaked through the place, arriving at the door at the very top. I swiped the card the guy had dropped during the chase and it unlocked. I herd shuffling inside and I tried to swallow my fear. “Why me? Why is it always me?” I thought as I barged in, the man coming up with me. The Black widow was at the top of the room, on a different room almost if it hadn't been half gone. There was a crank on a machine which rose up when you cranked it. We flew through the hallway into the room. The Black Window cackled,
“Bwuaaaa haa ha ha! You fools think you can outsmart me?” The man jump up onto the machine and yelled,
“Crank this thing up! I think I can catch her!” The Black Widow snarled and yelled at him,
“Catch me? Catch this!” She picked up a painting and threw it off the shelf-like thing. I gasped and the man yelped,
“She's destroying all of the art we have stolen!” “Nice. Just admit it right? And for the loon, you have officially gone loony.” I thought and the man continued, “Please- do not let more than a million dollars of it break!” “I million dollars? Over a million dollars? Dude!” I couldn't finish that thought before she threw another thing off, every four things I caught, which only one I missed so far, she stomped and snarled and rummaged through her stuff. I started wheeling the thing up and she threw a bomb at me! It was only very small, so it threw me about a foot. I raced to grab another thing she threw. Every four things. Just a few minutes passed before I got the guy all the way up and he caught her. She struggled and fell. Smacking into the floor, she was to dizzy to get up as I walked triumphantly up to her. “Case closed.” He smirked. Now she was the heading of the newspaper. “Black Widow Busted- Alone behind bars!!” It rolled off a whole list of different names she'd used through the years to throw people of track and it gave me credit for it all. The man had disappeared afterward, but I got to see the Black Widow brought to jail. “Hope she isn't claustrophobic.” I thought with a smile. “Clever, this is where the Black Widow accessed her secret hide out. Meet me at the museum, there is something I want you to see.” I had shown the curator where her hideout was. Now she was going to show me something at the museum! I nodded and went to the TV. I wasn't on TV, what a shame. The boy was, not me. The guy who was obsessed with the game wasn't there either. So I walked over to the museum. I found her on the right wing and she welcomed me,
“Merci! Merci! Thank you so much! Thank you so much for all your help!” Merci means Thank you in French. “The worlds greats art, the true authentic art, is behind these walls.” The curator pressed a hidden button and the walls came down, showing all kinds of pictures all over the Museum! Then I was handed a gold medallion with a magnifying glass on it. At the top it said Counterfeit, at the bottom It said Medallion. Now, the island was safe again and I have completed my stay here. I went back to the Web internet cafe and climbed back down into the Black Widow's hideout. I explored a bit and found where I had woken up. I found a place going up so went up. I was now in her house! So when she knocked me out, she dragged me into that room. Got to give her credit for that at least. I went back up to see the hamster picture again. I couldn't resist. Just to be mean I jumped on her bed. Boing Boing Boing! She wouldn't need it for a long time. I mean a looong time. This is Silver Hamburger, I know it's a silly name but it is part of the Poptropican tradition, and I am out! Peace to you all and don't get caught in a museum with a suspicious Investigator! I'd rather you not make the same mistake.
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I flew through the air on my hot air balloon, scanning the bright afternoon ocean. Land came into sight, the home of the greatest museum in our world. I started lowering the hot air balloon until it was a few feet from the museum. Quick as a snake and threw down my rope and slid down it, tying it to a fire hydrant in several knots. I looked around at the few people on the streets. “Wow, for such an island with the most famous museum with just a small community? 'least I can walk with a lot of traffic. Wait, there aren't even any cars!” I started walking to the museum and immediately saw a banner that said “EDVARD MUCHES “THE SCREAM” ON DISPLAY NOW! FOR A LIMITED TIME ONLY!” Below was a double door, flanked on both sides by two fold able signs that read “COME SEE THE SCREAM!” A lady with smoothed down black hair, red ball earrings, and a black business suit stood on the left side of the sign, on the right side of the double doors. “Who are you?” I asked in the most polite way I could.
“I am the chief inspector for the police.” She answered calmly, but there was a hint of something else I couldn't detect. Interested, I asked,
“Why are you standing here?” Her answer turned a bit softer and she answered,
“I'm convinced someone is going to steal The Scream and I am going to catch the thief!” Surprise and curiosity flickered inside me, so I asked once more,
“Can I help?” Her answer sent anger through me, but I hid it.
“Thanks for the offer, but leave this to the professionals.” For that I sighed and walked in the direction of my hot air balloon, but I hesitated. “Why not enjoy the rest of the city?” I thought with a shrug and walked on. I passed the Web Browser Internet Cafe then The Moldy Baguette Inn. Who names a hotel such a silly name? Past an artist who had a canvas open to everyone. Beside it where his paintings. He strolled around beside his works of art, looking around to see if anyone wanted one. I came across a sign saying “Down town”. I found two mimes, one on each side of a clown store. I shivered, mimes give me the creeps. I saw balloons hanging inside, a sign said they were free for the day, they even had them in green! My favorite color! I rushed inside and asked the cashier about it, sure enough they were trying to bring in more business by giving away the balloons. I picked up one of the green balloons and strolled out. I passed a foul smelling dumpster and arrived at the city's underground tour. Stupidly I asked the person running the tour,
“What is this place?” She answered in a business-like tone,
“We offer tours of the island's ancient tunnel system.” Another annoying question I asked,
“Where does the tunnel go?”
“Underneath the museum and into the docks.” Her answer was calm, as if she liked to talk about the tunnel system.
“Can I take the tour?” I asked and she replied in a slightly sympathetic tone,
“Sorry, no can do. Tickets are sold out.” I looked toward the trash can for some reason and found some type of golden paper at the bottom, barely visible through the trash and metal netting. Cautiously I walk over and muttered, “ewe ewe ewe ewe” as I dug my hand through the trash can, and pulled out two tickets clipped together by a pin. I walked past the All The Jazz Cafe and the police station. A little while over I found trees growing thickly and an old country path. Part way down I discovered a young crying boy and his mother. I asked what was wrong with the boy to the mother and she replied in French,
“Mon fils veut un ballon vert!” I was lucky I could speak French and English so I translated it. “My son wants a green ball!“ I didn't have a green ball, but I had a green balloon. I looked sadly to my green balloon and handed it over to the crying boy.
“Here you go kid, enjoy.” The boy stopped crying, then floated away! “Uh oh... that can't be good.” I whispered and ran off, chasing the boy and the mother, I lost them though as I came past down town and stopped at the Web Browser Internet Cafe. A guy said, “Did you hear about the Balloon boy? Poor
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kid!” I nodded, gasping for breath. I stumbled into the cafe and found a guy standing by the TV.
“Hey did you beat your game?” I asked, seeing the computer and bags under his eyes suggesting he'd been here a while.
“No, I took a break to watch the news. This balloon boy is crazy! How could something like this happen?” I felt really guilty so I replied in a tone trying to cover up my guilt,
“I know. I wish there was something I could do...” He gave a deep laugh to cheer me up,
“Hey don't worry about it! It's not your problem. But there is something you could do for me!” Interest sparked withing me.
“OK, what is it?”
“I was going to tour the tunnel, but I lost my tickets. If you find them, you can have one!” I smiled and pulled out the golden tickets.
“My tickets? Thank you! Here, you can take one for yourself.” I smiled in gratitude and rushed out, I want to see the ancient tunnel system. I raced over to the lady by the tunnel and skidded to a halt. I handed her my tickets and she said,
“Bonjour! Would you like to take the tour?” Before I could react she continued, “when your ready just walk right in.” I stepped through the now unlocked gates and the tour guide followed me. Blabbering on and on about what the ancient tunnels were built for and how they are used and how they could stand up and the whole nine yards. I was to distracted from it's beauty to listen. I stopped where the tunnel widened to a small room where shelves were filled with skulls. I looked up at a parchment on a cord. I climbed up the hanging ceiling light and grabbed it, falling onto my feet with a thump. My tour guide followed me to the exit and said goodbye then walked back to her station. I stepped out and I herd a hiss,
“Psst, kid come here.” I jumped and looked behind me. There stood a man with a dark brown suit and a matching hat which was tipped over to cover his eyes. A long scar ran down the left side of his face. I walked over and asked in my normal but cautious voice.
“Who are you?”
“Somebody who knows to much. The Scream is going to be stolen!” He replied in a low snake-like hiss.
“Can I help?” I asked, prepared for him to say no. To my surprise he answered,
“Apply for a job at the Museum and catch the thief in the act!” Excitement pulsed through me and I asked him in a calm voice, trying to cover my excitement as much as possible.
“OK, but how?”
“Get the job, then meet me back here at nightfall. Hurry, your our only hope!” He urged and I blinked, nodded my head to the strange man, and flew off to the museum. I passed the investigator and sneered in my head, “Try and stop me now!”
“What type of museum is this?” I asked in a polite, calm tone to a security guard.
“An art museum. We have paintings, statues and other works of fine art.” He replied in a proud tone. I asked another question,
“Can I come in?” I knew the answer already,
“Sorry we don't open for a little while.” “And yet, I'm in!” Then I stated in a polite tone,
“I'm interested in applying for the job.”
“OK, in that case, go speak with the assistant curator.” The security guard answered and I walked past him, up the stairs and to a man standing by a door stating it was a Forgery Detection Lab.
“I'd like to see the curator and apply for the job opening.” I stated sincerely and he replied in his slightly annoying voice,
“Sorry, the curator is out of town on important museum business.” I asked in a slightly annoyed voice,
“How can I apply for the job?” I controlled my anger as best I could as he answered,
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“We are opening in 5 minutes and some joker moved a bunch of paintings around! Help me and the job is yours.” A bit relived that he didn't deny me, I asked,
“What can I do?”
“Four paintings have been moved into the wrong places. Find them and return them to their correct spots! Come to me when your done.” He replied and I rushed off, looking at the paintings and switching them around. Then I said to myself, “I think I'm finished. I better talk to the assistant curator.” Then I walked over to him and he proudly announced,
“Your hired! When your ready to begin your training, step into the Forgery Detection Lab.”I opened the door and stepped in, the assistant curator following. Automaticly I asked,
“what is this place?” Though I already knew.
“The Forgery Detection lab. It is where we investigate artwork to determine if it is counterfeit or not.” He answered simply.
“Why would someone counterfeit art?” Another stupid question, but he answered just the same.
“Art is worth a lot of money—even fake art!” Then I thought for a second as I looked around then asked a better question,
“What are all these machines and tools?”
“We use them to analyze artwork. We can't hang forged art in the museum! Now your training begins, pick on of the stations to try it.” He directed her to the first machine. I looked at it uncertainly and tried it out. It worked perfectly, as did I! Same with the second machine. The first one scanned the artwork, but the second tested it with chemicals.
“Great job! Your on the team! Lets see... you should probably carry a key to the storage room.” I walked through the building, finding the supply room. I unlocked it and gasped, finding another scrap of parchment. I strode back out and arrived at the door. It was night! “Oh no, I'll be late!” The security guard waved to me, “It's late Pal. Better get some rest.” I walked out and looked around at the dark night. Full moon was out, just above the horizon. I looked at the scraps. Maybe the man wanted the whole picture, so I'd better find the rest. I raced around town, picking up the scraps and creating a whole picture and panted as I reached the man by the exit of the tunnel.
“It's time! The thief is going strike tonight. I've opened the tunnel exit for you!” He hissed and I hurried into the tunnel. I found a broken ladder, only one step broken so I unlocked the hatch by matching it with the scrapped paper. I arrived in the storage room, unlocked the door and sneaked through the building thinking, “I've got to protect that painting.” I thought over and over. I avoided laser cameras, and a security agent until I reached the painting. From there I climbed up on the light above the paint and whispered, “I'll hang above the painting and jump on the thief when they try to steal it!” Lights blazed and a siren wailed as two police officers and the investagator came in. She yelled,
“Freeze! Your under arrest!” “Oh fish sticks.” I thought, “Ha ha, 'least I'll be in the paper for once in my life!” The newspaper read my story, the headline was “Scream thief busted – I'm innocent!” “Well now, this is the cell that was in the police office. Sadly I'm claustrophobic.” Huddled in the corner, finally falling asleep after a long time of shivering and thinking the walls where closing in on me, the door opened and I jumped up, heart pounding and looked around. “Oh wait, just her. Finally, I hope she didn't notice me in the corner. Then I'd surely die of both embarrassment and fear of small spaces. lol” She announced, “Time to come out, I've unlocked the door.” Trying not to show my relive I walked out to her. She blinked and announced in an alpha wolf tone of voice,
“Hope you had a good night's sleep because your going to answer some questions for us.” I saw a lie detector. Ohhh how I hate those contraptions. I answered the question sincerely and truthfully.
“I'm glad you passed the lie detector, I knew you were innocent.” The inspector said in a less of a hard core policewoman voice. I looked at her, astounded.
“You did?! How did you know?”
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“Because the painting was stolen last night, after we arrested you!” That made sense. I snapped my fingers and gasped,
“Someone asked me to protect the painting, maybe I was set up!”
“What? By who?” She sounded surprised as well.
“I don't know, I strange man.” I replied.
“We need to check the security footage from last night. Meet me at the security office.” She ordered and was off, so was I. I lost her after a little while, but when I came into the door, the security guard was gone.
“Hmmm. I wonder where the security guard went.” In curiosity I walked out, looking around for him. I found him in a clown store. “What's the matter? And uh... why are you in the clown store?”
“The Scream was stolen and it was my fault! I'm here trying to cheer myself up.” He gave a sad sigh. I hated to push him, but I asked,
“Did you see what happened?”
“No. I was tired... so I stepped out for a minuted.” He admitted guiltily.
“What time did you leave your post?” I asked in a soft tone.
“I don't remember, check my time card.” He said, handing it over to me. I read it and found out he left at 3:56 A.M and came back 4:00 A.M! Only four minutes! The thief must have used my secret entrance to leave. I scurried over to the museum and bounded up to the security office to meet the inspector. She was standing beside a bunch of computers, filled up the entire room.
“We need to check the security footage. Try and find out when the painting was stolen.” She commanded and I walked over to the main computer. I scanned the card and it fast forwarded to that time. The man who had told her to protect the painting was right there! He stole the painting!
Here is the thief! The guy who told me to protect the painting! “I better screen shot this.” I pressed the screen shot button and the picture printed out. Waving the paper I rushed over to the inspector.
“Do you recognize this man?” I asked her,
“Never seen him.” She shrugged.
“Do you know where to find him?” I asked,
“No idea.” she replied simply.
“What should I do?” I asked, hopeless.
“Perhaps if you show the picture to people in town...” She thought aloud. I nodded and walked out to the docks by the tunnel. I'll start with the Fisherman, he was near to the guy. I showed him the picture.
“Hmmm, I'd ask the mimes. They see a lot of people.” “The mimes? They don't talk though!” I shrugged and bounded off toward them anyway. I show the picture to the girl,
“Do you know where I can find this man?” She just made a whistling sound and pounded her feet in a special way... like a dance, I showed it to the guy. The same thing. I thought a while then the thought came to me. The All that Jazz cafe! I walked in and asked the person by the desk. Before I could get out the picture she whispered in a slightly frightened voice.
“There is a suspicious-looking guy by the stage.” I glanced and yelled, “Thief! You framed me!” He pelted away to the back door. “Stop! Thief!” I probably should have blocked the door before screaming at him. “He's getting away on a scooter! I've got to catch him!” I found another one beside where he had jumped on one and raced after him. He did an amazing leap off of a ramp I wouldn't get on to and he flew onto his boat and sped off. I ran over and growled “Drats! He got away!” Then I spotted a red credit card looking thing. “He dropped something.” I picked it up and it had a black widow on it and a strip on the bottom. I put it in my pocket and ran back to the museum. I arrived and immediately a guy handed me a package.
“A package for you. No return address.” I opened it and it was a painting and a scanner. I scanned it and red words popped up under the paint. “Meet me at the museum on Early Poptropica island. Tell no
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one. You're being watched. -The Curator.” “Oh my gosh. I'm being watched?” I shakily looked around and raced to my hot air balloon. It ran out of fire so I untied it and raced up the rope, climbing in and setting the fire to the chamber in it again. It rose up and I soon arrived at Early Poptropica island. I scrambled into the Pop art Museum and found the curator waiting for me. Just to make sure I asked,
“Who are you?” The elderly woman responded,
“I am the curator of the museum on counterfeit island.” So that is the name! I answered quickly,
“Why did you call me here?” I asked, she whispered back,
“I'm afraid you got yourself caught up in something much bigger than you realize. The world's greatest artwork is hidden in a secure location but now it's in danger!” I gasped. Then I gulped and asked fearfully,
“Can I help?” Her answer didn't surprise me,
“Just be safe – Someone you trust is watching you very closely. Here, take this key. Be careful, we lost much to obtain it.” She handed me the key and I scurried out into my hot air balloon. I flew as fast as I could to Counterfeit island. I raced all around the city, trying to find were the key fit. The painter called for me.
“Psst. Recently, I sold a painting to an investigator... but with no frame! Why would she need a painting without a frame? Very strange...” I though about that and walked away, toward the country road. Sighing, I thought I failed until I reached a cabin. It read “Investigator Veuve Niore”. Veuve Niore in French Widow Nior. I think Nior is misspelled, so backwards is Noir which means black! Widow Black, which is Black Widow! That traitor. The curator was right. I looked around and saw a treasure chest, a set up table, fire place and an upstairs. Above a bed was cute picture of a hamster. Oh how I love hamsters. Then there was that painter's picture. She had put it in a familiar looking frame. Was side was peeled back, so she wasn't careful enough. I peeled it back and gasped, stumbling as a recognized it. “It's The Scream!” A yelled instinctively. The lights flicked off in the windowless room, so it was pitch black. Fear overwhelmed me. “Who turned out the lights?” I tried to sound brave as I gave the yell, but I was to shaky. I felt someone hit me upside the head and everything went black... well I just got knocked out. Whatever. I woke up with a minor head ache and strapped tightly to a chair with a rope. My eyes burned for a second at the blinding light after the total blackness. I blinked and my blurred vision went away. As I refocused the black shape appeared in front of me, hair more wild yet not tangled. She had black suit, not business like, and with a red diamond like that of a black widow. Her eyes were dark, I thought they looked familiar though.
“Who-who are you?” I demanded, unable to take the shakiness out of my voice.
“I am the Black Widow! The worlds greatest art thief!” She cackled proudly.
“But-but I thought you were a cop.” I stammered and the Black Widow snapped, her dark eyes ablaze with fury,
“I'm the one asking the questions here! Now I know you spoke to that cursed curator. You know where all the art is being hidden! Tell me!” I shrunk down, eyes wide as I stammered in a tiny voice,
“I-I don't know.” She hissed and walked away, saying over her shoulder,
“Don't get comfortable, I'll be back.” Then I saw the man with the scar behind me. This time his hat was a bit to the side but he had sunglasses on.
“And you?! You set me up! Man, I can't stand anyone in this room- except me. Me I like.” I purred the last part. Then I focused on the guy again.
“We have both been set up. For years I have been the Black Widow's right hand man. Now she has betrayed me.” He heaved a sigh ten went on, “C'mon, see if you can work your way over here and I will untie you.” I tried scooted my chair backwards toward him, resisting the urge to clamp my teeth, close my eyes and freeze up. I finally got over to him and moments later were were both untied. “Now let's go catch the Black Widow!” He announced and I walked over to the doorway. Then I remember
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one of the questions from the lie detector... “Do you know the Black Widow?” I think that was a clue. We came into a hallway, which led up to a series of hallways stacked up on each other leading to a room at the top. “Watch out for the guards!” The man warned and I sneaked through the place, arriving at the door at the very top. I swiped the card the guy had dropped during the chase and it unlocked. I herd shuffling inside and I tried to swallow my fear. “Why me? Why is it always me?” I thought as I barged in, the man coming up with me. The Black widow was at the top of the room, on a different room almost if it hadn't been half gone. There was a crank on a machine which rose up when you cranked it. We flew through the hallway into the room. The Black Window cackled,
“Bwuaaaa haa ha ha! You fools think you can outsmart me?” The man jump up onto the machine and yelled,
“Crank this thing up! I think I can catch her!” The Black Widow snarled and yelled at him,
“Catch me? Catch this!” She picked up a painting and threw it off the shelf-like thing. I gasped and the man yelped,
“She's destroying all of the art we have stolen!” “Nice. Just admit it right? And for the loon, you have officially gone loony.” I thought and the man continued, “Please- do not let more than a million dollars of it break!” “I million dollars? Over a million dollars? Dude!” I couldn't finish that thought before she threw another thing off, every four things I caught, which only one I missed so far, she stomped and snarled and rummaged through her stuff. I started wheeling the thing up and she threw a bomb at me! It was only very small, so it threw me about a foot. I raced to grab another thing she threw. Every four things. Just a few minutes passed before I got the guy all the way up and he caught her. She struggled and fell. Smacking into the floor, she was to dizzy to get up as I walked triumphantly up to her. “Case closed.” He smirked. Now she was the heading of the newspaper. “Black Widow Busted- Alone behind bars!!” It rolled off a whole list of different names she'd used through the years to throw people of track and it gave me credit for it all. The man had disappeared afterward, but I got to see the Black Widow brought to jail. “Hope she isn't claustrophobic.” I thought with a smile. “Clever, this is where the Black Widow accessed her secret hide out. Meet me at the museum, there is something I want you to see.” I had shown the curator where her hideout was. Now she was going to show me something at the museum! I nodded and went to the TV. I wasn't on TV, what a shame. The boy was, not me. The guy who was obsessed with the game wasn't there either. So I walked over to the museum. I found her on the right wing and she welcomed me,
“Merci! Merci! Thank you so much! Thank you so much for all your help!” Merci means Thank you in French. “The worlds greats art, the true authentic art, is behind these walls.” The curator pressed a hidden button and the walls came down, showing all kinds of pictures all over the Museum! Then I was handed a gold medallion with a magnifying glass on it. At the top it said Counterfeit, at the bottom It said Medallion. Now, the island was safe again and I have completed my stay here. I went back to the Web internet cafe and climbed back down into the Black Widow's hideout. I explored a bit and found where I had woken up. I found a place going up so went up. I was now in her house! So when she knocked me out, she dragged me into that room. Got to give her credit for that at least. I went back up to see the hamster picture again. I couldn't resist. Just to be mean I jumped on her bed. Boing Boing Boing! She wouldn't need it for a long time. I mean a looong time. This is Silver Hamburger, I know it's a silly name but it is part of the Poptropican tradition, and I am out! Peace to you all and don't get caught in a museum with a suspicious Investigator! I'd rather you not make the same mistake.