“Dad.”
“What Nancy?”
“Look, there is a bucket in the corner, if you put the jawea in there, you would have a bucket of jawea.”
“What has come of our education system?”
“Seriously Dad, maybe we should get out of here.”
“Alright, grab the Moon map and let’s head back down the stairs and see how everything looks outside.”
The walk down the stairs back to Floor A was mostly uneventful other than at Floor G when Nancy noticed that there was a sign that indicated Floor G was dedicated to research of bipedal humanoid cryptozoological creatures, you know Sasquatch, Bigfoot, the Yeti and of course the Lebanon Mucka Mucka Man. Nancy wanted to stop and look around since we missed the exhibit at the Alameda Public Library by being there a week too early.
“Nancy, we can come back next week when we are not possibly being followed by someone who does not want us to discover what I had found and left clues for, fine I’ll say it on an adventure.”
“Fine, but that is not a maybe, that is a later right.”
“Yes, later, not maybe.”
So, after establishing that we will definitely come back next week to see the Alameda Public Library Lebanon Mucka Mucka Man exhibit, we finally get to the ground floor. Nancy and I check in on the Bobavator and sure enough we hear Bob singing “Alexander Hamilton.” from the musical Hamilton.
“Nancy, Ella was right, Bob is pretty good, but I am not a huge fan of the Musical Hamilton.”
“Dad, what, do you want Bob to be singing ‘Greased Lightning’ from Grease?”
“Um no, I was hoping he could go for something old school like “Rock-N-Roll High School” with the Ramones.”
“Seriously dad, you’re going to try to compare the Tony award winning musicals like Hamilton andGrease with at best a B movie, though I do agree the soundtrack by the Ramones fails to disappoint. And, besides, aren’t we worried we are being followed?”
“Yes, we probably should exit and head for the nearest Red Lobster and figure out what to do next instead of debating the worthiness of Musicals across various genres.”
Without further nonsense, Nancy and I exit through the Photoluminescent Fish lab and see that the damage to the outside of the building was not too bad and it appears that our SUV is undamaged. We now hear sirens from various emergency vehicles as there always is after an earthquake.
We get back in the SUV and Nancy does a search for Red Lobster. Looks like the closest one is about 45 minutes away in Fremont.