Day at the Museum


 * Narrator: It was a dark and stormy in the city...
 * Violet: I just love the museum on a stormy day. It's so spooky!
 * Becky: Huh.
 * Violet: I have a dark side.
 * Becky: Yeah. So why do you call us here, Scoops?
 * Scoops: Because, the Big City Times called me this morning. And they finally agreed to let me write a story for them!
 * Becky: Hey! That's great!
 * Violet: Congratulations!
 * Scoops: Thanks! This is my big shot! I figured I'd find some stories here at the museum. Now all I have to do is write the most important and exciting article ever before my 6 P.M. deadline tonight!
 * Becky: Um, I'm not sure you're going to find a story in that big at the museum.
 * Museum Curator: On the contrary, young lady. The museum is chockful of big stories!
 * Security Guard: Why don't you tell him about the haunted treasure?!
 * Scoops: The Haunted Treasure?!
 * Security Guard: Yes! Somewhere in a secret hideaway under this very museum, lies the most fantastic treasure ever to be viewed by human eyes! But it's guarded by the Ghost of the Museum!!
 * Museum Curator: Now that haunted treasure story is just a rumor!
 * Security Guard: No, it's not!
 * Museum Curator: Is too!
 * Becky: Hmm. Abrupt exit. Uh, Scoops, what are you doing?
 * Scoops: Looking for the secret entrance! Ha! Like that!
 * Violet: Hoorah! Adventure!
 * Becky: Oh, come on, Bob. If we can handle Tobey and Dr. Two-Brains. We can certainly handle one little ghost.
 * Bob: Aah!
 * Narrator: On the moment later. On the dark, creepy,