Greek Runaway

Σαράντα ένα(Forty One)

3rd Person's POV

"There you two are! Are you all right? I've been worried sick! Sick I tell you." Amelia said when Larry and Katalina returned.

"No, we're fine."

"So what's our next move, partner?"

"I don't know. I just got to get this tablet translated. Katalina you know Egyptian. Can you translate it?"

"I only speak it. I do not know how to read it. I barely know how to read Greek."

"Really?"

"I was a hidden illegal woman in ancient Greece."

"Right sorry." They continued walking until they came face to face with the octopus. "Oh, great! This guy again. Look, buddy, we don't want any trouble, all right?" The octopus didn't move. Larry took one of the paintings with water in it and threw the water onto the octopus. This made the octopus happy and it brought him in for a hug.

"Look at that! I guess our sassy cephalopod was just a fish who didn't like being out of water. He's not such a ballywagger after all." Amelia said while Katalina laughed.

"Okay. Glad you're happy." The octopus let Larry go and they continued to walk.

"Hello? A little assistance?" They heard a voice say they went towards it.

"Hey, Teddy! Perfect!"

"Yes!"

"Maybe you could help us."

"I'd love to help you, but first things first. My nose is so itchy, it's driving me insane. I hate to ask, but, as you see, I'm missing a few body parts. Could you please give us a scratch?" A statue of just Teddy's head said.

"Yeah, sure." Larry started to scratch Teddy's nose.

"Oh, yes! That's exquisite. A little over there...Yes!"

"More?"

"Oh, yes! Yes! Oh, that's... Sweet rutabaga pie, that was divine. Theodore Roosevelt, at your service."

"Twenty-sixth President of the United States, Rough Rider, founder of the national parks, and a whole bunch of other stuff."

"Have we met?"

"No, there's another Teddy. We have one of you in New York."

"Really? What's he like, this other me?"

"He's pretty much the same, except with..."

"Except what? Say it. Except with a body?"

"Yes. He has a body."

"Oh, dash it, the pain!"

"And a horse."

"Larry!" Katalina snapped and lightly hitting his arm.

"Excuse me! We really need someone to translate what's written on this tablet. Do you read hieroglyphics?" Amelia said.

"Yes, I do, missy. That's a simple one. Bird. Man with a spear. Sideways fish. Beetle. Vase."

"Okay, and what does that mean?" Larry asked.

"It means, and this is just a rough translation, 'A man with a spear trapped a bird and a sideways fish in a vase. 'And there was also a beetle.'"

"I don't think that's it," Larry said and the other three looked at it.

"That's just one possible translation. Another possible translation is, 'You will find the combination you seek if you figure out the secret at the heart of Pharaoh's tomb.'"

"Okay, and what does that mean?"

"I don't know! What am I, the Sphinx? 'What's this? What's that?' Why don't you ask New York Teddy? I'm sure he'd love to get his grabby little fingers all over that thing! Probably let his horse lick it, too!"

"Mr. Daley, we should be going to the sculpture gallery. I think there's someone there who might have a better thought on this." They left Teddy and went to the Sculpture Gallery. "The fellow we're looking for is just down here." Amelia said pointing at him.

"Bonsoir." A young girl said to them as they passed.

"Ah Oui bonsoir." Katalina said back to her.

"Hello, young lady." Amelia said.

"Hey, excuse me. Could we keep moving, please?" Larry asked them.

"We certainly could, but then we might miss a rare opportunity. I mean, she is a Degas, Mr. Daley." Amelia said doing some of the dances the statue was.

"Okay, it's just I got a little buddy stuck in an hourglass, I got a pitch meeting at Wal-Mart in the morning... It would be great if we could..."

"He's right here." Amelia said pointing to 'The Thinker'. Larry looked back and saw Katalina still talking to the statue.

"Katalina!" He yelled for her.

"Au revoir mademoiselle.(Goodbye miss)." Katalina said and went to Larry and Amelia.

"I think he'll have a thought on this. Mr. Thinker, we're sorry to interrupt your contemplation, but we really need to figure out the secret at the heart of Pharaoh's tomb."

"I'm thinking. I'm thinking. I'm thinking. I'm thinking." The Thinker said.

"It's not happening with him."

"Oh, wow. You've gotta be kidding me. Check that out! Oh, yeah." The Thinker said looking away from them.

"Hey! Hey! Buddy! Over here! This is serious."

"Apparently, it's a matter of life and death."

"I'll tell you what's a matter of life and death. That beautiful lady over there. Hey, baby! Check out the gun show going on over here! Firepower!"

"He's certainly no Einstein." Amelia said.

"Biceps! Deltoids..."

"Yeah. Wait a minute. I saw a bunch of those." Larry said.

"A bunch of what?" Amelia and Katalina asked at the same time.

"Little Einsteins."

"Where?"

"Over there, in Air and Space. I gotta get over there." Larry said pointing to it through the window.

"What is an Einstein?" Katalina asked.

"He was a really smart scientist," Larry answered then noticed Amelia staring at him. "What?"

"Nothing."

"Okay. Then why are you staring at me?"

"I don't wanna miss a moment."

"All right, good, but we should get going, 'cause we..." Amelia slapped him. "Why?"

"You talk too much, ace." Amelia kissed him then. "I don't know why I did that, Mr. Daley. I just feel as if I've been asleep for a long time and now, suddenly, I'm awake."

"I can explain that...But really, I could. I really..." Amelia slapped him again. "Again, why?" Amelia kissed him again as well. Them Larry saw the Gods of love flying over them. "Great, you're back. "Okay. Yeah. Great. "Love theme from Titanic. "Good, but not really appropriate."

"You don't let yourself enjoy things much, do you, Mr. Daley?" Amelia asked.

"Okay, you know what? It's not really the song choice. And by the way, you're a little pitchy."

"Well, I thought you were amazing, and you look wonderful."

"Eros does not sing." Katalina said.

"Could you just fly away, please?"

"And so the adventure continues," Amelia said. And they walked out of the building.