"What?" Ben gasped.
"That mummy is your uncle?"
Cleo nodded. "My uncle Tut has been missing for a thousand years.
I never thought I'd find him here.
The people must have kidnapped him!"
"People are horrible!" said a vampire.
"Yeah!" agreed the fish monster.
"I think we're supposed to be giving people a chance," Ben reminded everyone.
"Well, people aren't giving monsters a chance," said Mog.
"They're putting mummies on display. This isn't a museum—it's a prison!"
"We're all trapped!" added a goblin.
Ben didn't feel trapped. He could float through the walls and leave at any time.
"Cleo," he said calmly.
"I bet there's a good explanation for why your uncle Tut is here."
Cleo wasn't listening. Instead she was pounding on the display case.
"Uncle Tut!" she cried. "Uncle Tut, can you hear me?"
"Are you sure it's your uncle, Cleo?" Waldo asked.
"You said he's been missing for a thousand years.
How could you even recognize him?"
"A lot of mummies look alike," Gaby chimed in.
"I'm positive!" Cleo insisted.
"My family has a statue of Uncle Tut from when he was king.
And some paintings. That's definitely my uncle!"
Just then Al Normal ran into the room.
He looked frantic. "I heard a scream. Are you monsters okay?"
"No." Mog shook his head.
"Someone is killing monsters and putting them on display. It's not fair!"
"What?" Al Normal shook his head in confusion.
"No, that's not true."
"It's not just monsters," said the fish monster.
"I saw lots of stuffed people in the Early Humans exhibit."
Al Normal sighed. "Monsters, please relax.
Those aren't real people.
They're dummies—life-size models made to look like cave people."
"Oh," Mog said. "Well, they look pretty real."
"Mr. Normal, are you saying that's not a real mummy?" Waldo asked, pointing at the display.
"Of course it's a genuine mummy," Al Normal said.
"All of our Egyptian displays come from ancient Egypt.
That's the genuine mummy of Tutmosis the Thirteenth."
"Uncle Tut!" Cleo wailed.
"I told you it was my uncle Tut! What have you done to him?"
"Young lady, how can he be your uncle?" Al Normal was growing impatient.
"He's a mummy!" He blinked as he realized something.
"Oh. You're a mummy too."
Cleo burst into tears. "Wait until I tell my parents!"
Al Normal patted Cleo awkwardly. "There's no reason to cry.
I promise, we didn't do anything to your uncle.
Tutmosis was that way when he came here—way before I was born."
"Maybe he's just asleep," Ben said. "I think I see him breathing."
"You're right!" Cleo started pounding on the case again.
"Uncle Tut! Uncle Tut, wake up!"
Other monsters started banging on the case too. "Uncle Tut! Wake up!"
"Monsters!" Miss Bungle called.
"Please settle down. You're behaving like people!"
Just then Mr. Freaky came running into the exhibit room.
Dr. Bones was right behind him.
"Monsters, please!" Mr. Freaky cried.
He took out his handkerchief and blew his noses.
"What is going on in here?"
Dr. Bones rushed toward Cleo. "Stop that at once!" she ordered.
She tried to pull Cleo and the other monsters away from the case.
But everyone kept shouting and banging.
"Ben's right," Waldo said.
"Uncle Tut is definitely breathing.
If he wakes up, Cleo, he can go home with you."
Cleo looked at him. "That would be so great.
But how can we wake him up?"
"I could throw the case in the fountain," Gaby suggested.
"The cold water might wake him up."
"Uh . . ." Ben glanced uneasily at Dr. Bones.
"I don't think the people would like that," he said.
"Maybe I could float through the case and shake him awake."
"Good idea," Winnie said.
"My spell book is upstairs with my stuff," Waldo said, reaching into his pockets.
"But I have a wand with me. I can try a magic spell."
"Oh no," Ben thought, trying not to groan.
By now Dr. Bones was shouting.
"Monster children! Step away from the displays right now!"
"It's not a display!" Cleo wailed. "It's my uncle!"
Waldo pointed his wand. "Wake up!" he cried.
Ka-zap! Bing! The spell bounced off the glass case.
Monsters covered their heads and dived out of the way.
The spell zapped over their heads and shot into the next room.
Cleo peeled her hand away from her eyes.
"Did the spell work?" she asked in a hushed voice.
Ben turned to look at the display case.
Unfortunately Uncle Tut was still inside.
Then he heard Winnie gasp.
"It worked on something!" she said, pointing to the next room.
"The museum's dinosaur skeletons have come to life!"