My Crazy Journey with My Summons

Ding

The elevator doors opened on the third floor when Rango and Ted cautiously peeked out.

When they saw that no animals had escaped into the hallway, they both exhaled in relief and tiptoed quietly toward the wildlife exhibit.

Inside, a chorus of animal sounds echoed through the exhibit.

Lions roared, tigers growled, elephants trumpeted, birds chirped. It was a wild symphony, as if they'd stepped into the heart of the African savannah.

As they reached the entrance to the exhibit, Rango pressed himself against the wall and slowly crept toward the gate.

Just as he expected, the massive iron gate was only half closed. The gap was wide enough for two African elephants to stroll through side by side.

"Fuck! How the hell those three guards are even managing this museum?"

Rango peered through the opening. Surprisingly, the wildlife exhibit was nothing like the chaos downstairs.

By the fountain, a few elephants were happily splashing in the water, trunks curling and spraying playful arcs. A pride of lions lounged nearby, lionesses chasing each other and rubbing up against the male. A group of rhinos and hippos wandered leisurely, occasionally shaking their bodies to brush off the birds hitching a ride on their backs. In a shaded corner, a striped tiger lay under a tree, occasionally letting out a low growl at a passing giraffe.

There were plenty of other wild animals too, but none were fighting. They were all just peacefully enjoying their newly awakened lives.

Watching this, Ted couldn't help but compare the scene to the violent brawls downstairs and muttered, "Figures. Humans really are the most aggressive animals."

"Conflict drives progress," Rango replied casually, then gave him a look. "Alright, I've got a plan. You distract them while I lock the door."

"What?!"

Ted looked horrified. "Why didn't you tell me this before we came up here? That tiger's paw is bigger than my whole body! I'm not gonna end up as its midnight snack!"

"You're a freaking bear! Haven't you heard the saying? Pig, bear, tiger. Bears rank above tigers!"

"I'm a stuffed bear, you dumb fuck!"

Ted slapped his chest. A cute little speaker voice chirped from inside: "I LOVE YOU~"

"Besides this speaker, my whole body's stuffed with cotton!"

"…Right."

Rango nodded in defeat. Yeah… this plan might actually suck.

He started wondering if maybe he could use Stan's bone as bait again, but before he could decide, Ted suddenly strutted right into the exhibit like it was no big deal.

Before Rango could stop him, Ted marched up to the gate, pushed the heavy iron doors shut, and locked them without so much as a second thought.

Clapping the dust off his hands, he turned to Rango, who stood there speechless, and said proudly, "Told you. We animals aren't nearly as bloodthirsty as you humans."

Staring at the smug little bear, Rango couldn't help but laugh. "So now you're not a toy anymore, huh?"

"Get me a hooker after this mess."

…

Unlike the peaceful harmony of the animal exhibit, the historical displays on the second and first floors had completely descended into chaos.

As soon as Rango and Ted returned to the second floor, they were met with the sight of historical figures from all eras wandering aimlessly through the halls.

Compared to the first floor, the second floor was relatively more orderly. Most of the exhibits here featured cultural icons and scientific pioneers from history, and they hadn't caused much chaos.

"Hey?"

Rango walked up to the nearest figure. The man had white, curled English-style hair, wore regal court attire and stockings, definitely not your average Joe.

He was quietly surveying every corner of the museum, prompting Rango to ask out of curiosity, "You looking for something?"

The man glanced at him, then replied with pride, "After extensive study, I've discovered this museum holds a tremendous secret. If you climb to the rooftop of this building, you'll gain access to an incredible form of energy!"

"Oh?" Rango perked up. He didn't remember that part from the movie. "You're telling me I just have to go up to the roof to get this energy?"

"Exactly."

"What kind of energy?"

"Gravitational potential energy!"

"…"

Rango stared at the guy's name badge in silence.

Newton. Figures.

"Hold up, what are you doing?!"

Ignoring Newton's protests, Rango grabbed him and tucked him under his arm like luggage before shoving him back into his display case, where he belonged.

Then he scanned the rest of the hall. Strangely enough, the other figures, though initially uneasy, seemed to relax once they noticed his uniform. They went back to chatting among themselves like nothing had happened. Clearly, this kind of "wrangling" was a routine thing for the previous night guards.

So, Rango got to work.

He approached each historical figure, snatched them up, and escorted them back to their respective displays, one by one.

"Don't worry, Louis XVI. I'll keep a close eye on your head. Guillotine? No, no, not here. This is a museum."

"Of course you're a greater mystery writer than Conan Doyle! You were the pioneer! Lie? Me? I never lie. Relax, Mr. Poe."

"Absolutely, Mr. Tesla. I will expose Edison for the fraud he is, a filthy capitalist con artist."

"Stop touching your head! I promise, President Kennedy, there are no snipers here. No convertibles either!"

…

With a mix of sweet talk, white lies, and half-baked promises, Rango managed to corral all the second-floor icons back into their glass displays like he was hosting a friendly tea party.

"No need to fuss, young man. I've got this."

When he approached one of the last exhibits, a rugged-looking older man with a thick beard gave him a nod and calmly stepped into his case, even closing the glass door behind him.

Rango glanced at the display plaque and grinned.

He thumped his chest and pointed at the man through the glass. "Respect, Mr. Hemingway. You're a true badass."

Hemingway nodded back with a smile.

Rango locked up the remaining cases, but when he tried to usher the final exhibit, a well-dressed Black man who looked every bit the high-society type, the man struck a dramatic pose and asked, "Don't you want to know who I am, young man?"

Rango gave him a once-over and shook his head without hesitation. "Not really."

"Martin," the man said with flair. "Martin Luther King. Want an autograph, son?"

"Goddammit! Just get your ass back in the case!"

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