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[ID: A close up of a bobblehead Einstein's eyes, he looks frightened with tears beginning to swell. In the reflection of his eyes you can see the sillouete of Al Capone. Title reads "Bobblehead Murder". /end ID]
Ding!
The elevator rang out as it arrived on the first floor, the doors opened, and Al and the other bad guys hastily exited the cramped space into the Air and Space Museum.
Al scanned the large room in front of them, finding nothing but boring plane and shuttle displays and an empty glass display case near some sciencey stuff and the name “Albert Einstein” plastered on a board.
That might come in handy. He noted.
"Ils sont là bas!" Napoleon exclaimed, pointing to the other side of the room, near the staircase to the third floor where Larry and Amelia stood, causing the rest of the living exhibits to turn their attention towards them.
Al followed the group as they barreled forwards across the room and up the flight of stairs after the duo.
“Streltsy, make your feet move!” Ivan the Terrible barked, ascending the stairs with Napoleon and Al Capone not far behind. The bad guys came to a halt as the Tuskegee Airmen stood in the way, blocking them from going forwards.
“Out of our way,” Ivan demanded.
“I don’t think so,” the lead military pilot said, glaring at Ivan.
The sound of plane propellers whirring to life echoed throughout the Air & Space Museum, causing everyone’s attention to be redirected to Larry and Amelia.
“They’re getting away!” Al barked, pushing against the Tuskegee men. The two groups of men pushed against each other, trying to wiggle by or attempt to topple one or the other over.
Al’s brow furrowed as he heard the plane begin to pull taut on the display wiring. “That’s it! Move!” He grabbed the skull of the man in front of him, taking his thumbs and pressing them harshly into the soft flesh on the inner corners of the Tuskegee airmen's eyes.
The pilot screamed, hands flying up to pull the mob boss’s arms away and rearing back, but it was no use. Al kept pressing harder and harder until finally the man fell back in a desperate attempt to get away from his assailant.
The airmen yelled out as they toppled over like a set of dominos, barely getting time to collect themselves before being trampled by the group of men ascending the rest of the stairs.
TWANG! SNAP!
The wiring on the aircraft finally snapped free from its display and haphazardly flew right towards the bad guys. The men all yelped and exclaimed in fear, diving for the floor and dodging the plane just in time.
“Stretlsy! Преследуй этот самолет!” Ivan commanded his men, getting up and beginning to chase after the plane on foot. The Russian soldiers followed with the French and finally the gangsters got up and rushed after them.
Al got up off the floor, letting his jacket slip off his shoulders as he darted after the plane and other men, leaving Napoleon in the dust to catch up later.
The men watched as the plane dove up and down chaotically before diving down to the ground floor and right out the museum's hangar.
The army of men descended a flight of stairs and ran for the hangar that shut right as they reached it.
The men all tried to stop themselves, a few tripping over their own feet but they all ended up running right into the metal door with a loud clang! and hopelessly looked up at it.
The sound of chittering directed their attention to a monkey in a space suit.
“Hey! Don’t’chu fuckin’ dare—” Ralph, one of the gangsters growled at the animal who only cackled a chitter in response.
The monkey tore the button to open and close the hangar door off the wall, flipping them off and scurrying away.
Al sighed, letting his head hang and hit the metal door. He took a sharp breath and hit the door with his fist. “Fuck!” he exclaimed, and growled, turning so he was facing the rest of his gang.
His nose was crinkled and brow furrowed in frustration. “One of you boys, go find a way out,” he huffed. The gang looked at each other a bit dumbfounded, feet shuffling.
“Now!” Al snapped. His men jumped and shuffled in spot a bit before three of them took off in different directions, all frantically looking around for a way out.
He sighed and let his shoulders and face relax. “C’mon boys.” He pushed past the others and headed into the museum.
“Where are you going?” Napoleon called out in confusion, standing next to the door looking dumbfounded.
“I’m gonna go figure out the combination myself!” he barked back, his men following him. “I saw a little someone that might be of help.” Al growled, a smirk spreading across his lips as he headed towards a display case reading “Albert Einstein Bobblehead.”
He stood in front of the glass, glaring down at the empty stands. “Now where…”
“Hey, boss!” Ralph called out, bobblehead in hand.
Al looked at his brother and smirked, stalked over to the front desk. “Grab the others,” He commanded before lunging forwards himself and grabbing a bobblehead.
The little Einsteins were running in panicked circles on the desk, slowly getting picked up one by one until there was only one Einstein left, cowering.
“What do you want?” the bobblehead whimpered, shielding his head and shaking enough to visibly wobble.
Al shifted his weight from one foot to the other, a sinister smile spreading across his lips. “Yeah… y’know anything about that tablet? More specifically, the combination to it.” He slowly twisted the Einstein bobblehead in his hand who protested in fear before being silenced by Al’s pointer finger covering its mouth.
“I-I don’t know anything about it!” Einstein on the table trembled.
Al scoffed. “Yeah?”
The little Einstein looked up at the mobster, who in a quick motion decapitated the blue shirted bobblehead in his hand.
The Einstein on the table shrieked out in terror, attempting to run away before being grabbed himself.
“No, no! Please don’t hurt me! Please!” He tried to push and wiggle away but Al’s grasp was too strong.
He shushed the bobblehead, gently pressing down and watching the spring work its magic. Leaning forward he whispered, “See, I know, you know the combination to that tablet. Now, you tell me or your friends are going to get hurt. Do you understand that?”
“Mhm—yes, I understand.” The bobble head nodded violently.
“All right, then tell me the combination,” Al snarled, clenching his fist.
“It’s—”
“No! Don’t!” An orange shirted bobblehead yelled, trying to push himself out of Marco’s grip.
Al snapped his head to the side, glaring at the Einstein.
“Marco.”
“Yeah boss?”
“Silence him.”
Marco nodded, grabbing the chatty bobblehead by the head and body, tugging on the plastic until the spring snapped free.
A gasp rang out in the air as the Einstein Al Capone was holding shivered in fear and looked away from the murder. “I-it’s pi,” he stuttered, shielding his head once again.
Al smirked and pressed down on the bobblehead again ”Attaboy!” The mob boss turned on his heel right as Jim came back to tell them he found a way out.
“Alright boys—” He tossed the Einstein into the air who shrieked in horror before being caught on the way down. “Let’s get outta here.”