The Lions were greeted by some of the residents in French."Bonjour bons messieurs. Comment allez-vouz cette belle journee'?" Speedy thought it over, then replied "Much bien, sack of blue." Smart butted in before Speedy could embarrass them too much. "What my brother means is very well, thank you." Smart shot a look at Speedy, then turned back to the man who had asked. "Could you direct us to the Museum Fantastique?" The man chuckled and gestured behind them. There stood the largest museum any of them had ever seen. It was at least four times as large as the PopArt museum on Main Street. It was adorned with larger than life statues of famous Poptropican philosophers, as well as terrifying gargoyles. The museum certainly was Fantastique. Unfortunately, the museum was just as CLOSED as it was fantastic. The security guard stopped them from coming in, informing the brothers that if they would like to see the inside, they would have to wait a while, at the very least a couple of hours. "Nevermind brothers! Nothing gets us Lions down! There are plenty of other things to do here! Why, look over there, is that an internet café?" Speedy and Grey followed Smart over to what did appear to be an internet café. Inside there was a man who appeared to have been playing the same game for at least fourty-eight hours. He had bags under his eyes, and was surrounded by wrappers and half-eaten sandwiches. Ugh.
This was one place they didn't want to go back to. "How about that jazz place?" Asked Grey. Grey was always one to reccomend music. This time, however, it was Smart who denied this request. He didn't want his lips on a used saxophone.
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Forgery
Mistério / SuspenseA story of brotherhood, a mystery man, an unspeakable crime, and lots of ..........................................suspense. Or something. Inspired by Poptropica's very own Counterfeit Island. Oh, and I know it says PG, but it's more PG to PG-13. I...
