Corkscan!

Corkscan!

A museum's story. It meant the death. The small dynasor? A large baby? A boy visited the museum and he revisited at night from the window. he was punished but the kind workerhelped to answer his questions. He was accidentally lost, right? The old man thought of his own daughter and helped the boy. The boy asked questions like how come a long dinasor survived. The earth was a matter, big and smallwas the foods. The Earth, how long to be surviving? I don't know. But we see we have tomorrow for sure! Thus, the story ended that a small cat on the toy schooter in the police uniform appeared to the museum officer's work offce. So, he was picked up by the cat robot officer and punished. his body was hanged on the shoulder of the catofficer on the schooter but soon punished! The boy's body was flied on the air! Museum visitor? No. The man was fired. For the falcified record making.

Thecat like toy was cleaver. They counted the fingers. One missing? No. It was the robot.The boy started to steal from the display area. More montor needed. The old clerk gave an authorized personel a personal coffee from the pntray. It was not allowed. No consuming alchol in the museum nor by the minor was ok. Did he smoke outside? No. He just spilled the coffee air!

All the trouble was made so often and the museum was closed down soon.

What was the stroy? The old clerk helped the missing kid rescuerd.

The MIT lab special team invaded the room entered museum at late night. The response was how many people in. I twas only 2. Bt the answer was "Too dark. Cannot see." But it meant the hell for the monitor's calls.