Mutiny of the Little Sweeties

This number of cameras simply suggested to Peter the idea of robbing the museum. He began to photograph the plans of all the rooms and whispered ominously, “You have to break through the ceiling. No, there are certainly sensors! Better to hide in this huge vase, climb out at night, then get into the vase again and remain there until the museum opens! Then go out with the crowd! And put down a fake instead of the real diamond!”

“Where do you see a real diamond? There’s even nothing for the director to steal. Some rubbish. Rocks, bones, stone axes…” Kate said, yawning. Peter waved his hand angrily at her and began to search his pockets for dark glasses in order to look at the security cameras quite ominously.

Alex, sticking out his tongue, ran after Peter. “And the tomb with the alarm system? Can’t touch, right? If you throw a screw into it? It’ll start to howl?” he specified.

“What, you have a screw?” Kate asked suspiciously.

“No. But here’s this piece of iron!” Alex showed an unclear something of an impressive size that could be an internal part of a tractor. With this piece of iron in his pocket, he would lose his shorts every fifty metres, which was also happening in general.

“Not the piece of iron! Put it away quickly, otherwise they’ll think that you have stolen it from here!”

Alex put away the piece of iron.

“And a stuffed fox with an alarm? And where did they put the alarm in it? And this guy with an alarm?”

“It’s a stuffed Scythian.”

“Is not! He wasn’t alive at all.”

“What, and the fox was?”

“The fox was at least real.”

“Does his spear have an alarm? And his bow? Where did they attach an alarm to the bow? And this stuffed aunty has an alarm too? Can I touch it?”

“Boy! Where are your parents?” the touched, stuffed aunty said angrily, looking up from the newspaper. Alex leaped away fearfully to Papa. “Hold him by the hand, please!”

“Vicky, hold him, please, by the scruff of his neck!” asked Papa, who was already holding Costa by the hand as well as Rita in his arms. At the same time, Papa sniffed suspiciously, as he had some vague doubts regarding Rita.

A great deal of guns, mortars, military equipment, and ammunition, all raised from the seabed, were exhibited in the next hall. Alex immediately wanted to detonate a large aircraft bomb. While they were dragging Alex away, Costa managed to wriggle out of Papa’s hand and sat right on the shells, which tumbled down in different directions like a set of dominoes.

Fortunately, the curator in the hall turned out to be kind and said that it was no problem, she would put everything back. The only thing that should not be touched was the torpedo, because she did not know for certain if it had been disarmed. On receiving such a hint, Alex and Costa immediately rushed to touch the torpedo and ascertain that it did not explode. True, they were banished from the hall to the lobby after this.