Hank: “Do not let your troubles cloud you. Keep fear at bay, for I have not tricked you. We haven’t yet left the museum property.”
“Really, well this don’t smell like no CALMA to me.”
“Stop it, Duke, for this is a room dedicated to the Art of the Pacific. Touch nothing, for we know how squires are.”
“Hang on, Hank, for this is sure fun.”
“What the devil are you doing riding around a handmade bowl? You obviously did not hear my words of warning. Get out of there before I extinguish you.”
“Sorry, Charlie, but my chariot of thought departed a moment ago. I’m just going around and around, and am not caring or something.”
“You’re going to break that bowl, Duke.”
“You know what, you’re right. I’m sleepy because I’m sick of being thrown around.”
“Allow your king to help you up.”
“You mean it?”
“And not another word about it to anyone.”
“Thanks, Hank, you’re a pal.”
“Stop squirming. No, my right. The other right. Great job, buffoon, you managed to destroy an antique. What are we to do?”
“Relax, Hank, and come beat this drum with me.”
“Stop.”
“Sorry, can’t hear you, Hank because I’m singing. ‘In the CALMAS, the mighty CALMAS, Hank is a sourpuss McGittles.’”
“Your voice is like sipping oleander through a straw. You can raise the dead come to think of it.”
“Thanks, Hank, I’ve always known I possessed a hidden talent. My dream is to sing the unsung billboard of tomorrow. I want a billboard label to arrest me to a contract. What are we doing in this Halloween room if there are no producers to hear my beautiful voice?”
“I brought you here for a history lesson.”
“I like Jurassic history, thanks.”
“Not Jurassic history, but rather a study of a people who congregate together far from here in honor of dead ancestors who came before. You see, this culture is far removed from modernized society. It’s important to learn about all kinds of people, Duke.”
“Hang on a minute there, Hank. This kitty face looks like Uncle Carl.”
“Like Uncle Carl, my word.”
“No, my word.”
“Have at it then.”
“Hank, why is that monkey thing fanging us?”
“Because it wants us dead, Duke. We best put this venture to rest. Quick, left turn at lobster-nosed statue then bolt out the door.”
“Why did—?”
“There is no time. Touch nothing else and simply disappear.”
“Like a magician?”
“Like a magician.”
“But, what about Lallowheen?”
“I bet we can find some locations which specialize in that. Let’s hope we leave LACMA with our souls.”
Hank and Duke inside the Art of the Pacific exhibit at Los Angeles County Museum of Art
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Duke: “Why are we shoved in a closet, Hank?”
Hank: “Do not let your troubles cloud you. Keep fear at bay, for I have not tricked you. We haven’t yet left the museum property.”
“Really, well this don’t smell like no CALMA to me.”
“Stop it, Duke, for this is a room dedicated to the Art of the Pacific. Touch nothing, for we know how squires are.”
“Hang on, Hank, for this is sure fun.”
“What the devil are you doing riding around a handmade bowl? You obviously did not hear my words of warning. Get out of there before I extinguish you.”
“Sorry, Charlie, but my chariot of thought departed a moment ago. I’m just going around and around, and am not caring or something.”
“You’re going to break that bowl, Duke.”
“You know what, you’re right. I’m sleepy because I’m sick of being thrown around.”
“Allow your king to help you up.”
“You mean it?”
“And not another word about it to anyone.”
“Thanks, Hank, you’re a pal.”
“Stop squirming. No, my right. The other right. Great job, buffoon, you managed to destroy an antique. What are we to do?”
“Relax, Hank, and come beat this drum with me.”
“Stop.”
“Sorry, can’t hear you, Hank because I’m singing. ‘In the CALMAS, the mighty CALMAS, Hank is a sourpuss McGittles.’”
“Your voice is like sipping oleander through a straw. You can raise the dead come to think of it.”
“Thanks, Hank, I’ve always known I possessed a hidden talent. My dream is to sing the unsung billboard of tomorrow. I want a billboard label to arrest me to a contract. What are we doing in this Halloween room if there are no producers to hear my beautiful voice?”
“I brought you here for a history lesson.”
“I like Jurassic history, thanks.”
“Not Jurassic history, but rather a study of a people who congregate together far from here in honor of dead ancestors who came before. You see, this culture is far removed from modernized society. It’s important to learn about all kinds of people, Duke.”
“Hang on a minute there, Hank. This kitty face looks like Uncle Carl.”
“Like Uncle Carl, my word.”
“No, my word.”
“Have at it then.”
“Hank, why is that monkey thing fanging us?”
“Because it wants us dead, Duke. We best put this venture to rest. Quick, left turn at lobster-nosed statue then bolt out the door.”
“Why did—?”
“There is no time. Touch nothing else and simply disappear.”
“Like a magician?”
“Like a magician.”
“But, what about Lallowheen?”
“I bet we can find some locations which specialize in that. Let’s hope we leave LACMA with our souls.”
“CALMA can have mine.”
“Oh, Duke.”
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