Arknights story · So Long, Adele: Home Away From Home
SL-4 A Sailor Went to Sea
Eyjafjalla is informed by Keller that an item has gone missing from the museum's collection, whereupon she realizes it's the Little Black Sheep up to no good. Fashion Street remains collectively opposed to being relocated, and after being thwarted at work again, Costa unexpectedly meets his childhood friend Keller at the museum.
2 scenes, 400 lines
1. Before Operation
210 linesI'm telling you, everything's weird about that Ann-Maier no-tail!
She eats food and gets eggshell in her mouth, she takes her turn crossing a bridge and the rope somehow snaps, she builds a house and a waterfall floods it, she goes fincatching and gets caught BY a big fin!
Oh, I remember Inam said something about being, uh, what was it? Born under an unhunky star?
Born under an unlucky star.
Don't forget to give Ann-Maier your thanks, you two. With the way you practically party on the job, who knows how long building these houses would've taken without her!
BOOM—
*cough* *cough*, *cough* *cough*!
Wh-What's going on? How did the door explode?
It's fine, I can fix it up ASAP... I was blow-drying the glue on the hinges, and I probably futzed the hairdryer, hahaha...
Glue?
That's my wine pot. My old nocih gave it to me.
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*ahem* You've moved everything over, right?
Everything's here now. We spent all morning shifting it! I'm gonna take myself a good long bath tonight.
All morning? This is freight of some kind... coffee?
Yes, it's Siestan coffee. We've opened up a trade route with Siestan merchants, and these are the first goods they sent.
Let me take a look, I think I can see the instructions on these bags... 'Roast the flower seeds and coffee beans together'... Siestans adjust the bitterness of their coffee that way.
My grandpa made coffee like that too, when I was young.
I believe he was a Siestan, Miss Ann-Maier?
Yeah... but we moved to Columbia so long ago. Once I finish work this month, I'll have enough saved to catch a ride back to Siesta!
Huh? I would've let Siesta's merchants take you back if I knew. They left just over an hour ago.
What?
Observation Diary:
Mount Unna, northern Leithanien, September 3rd 1095
Goal of observation: Obtain first-hand survey data for the eruption of Mount Unna, calculate numerical Originium particulate concentration gradient decrease in surrounding environment at time of eruption, establish a theoretical model
Estimated observation time: Five hours
Observation team: Katia, Magna, Keller
In an old notebook is sandwiched a photograph.
Three people lined up in mountaineering gear, three smiling faces reddened by the alpine wind.
Professor Keller was... there in the team lineup too.
She was meant to be a member by all rights on that investigation.
But the day before they ascended, Keller suddenly left the team, and went back to Wilhelm University.
She withdrew just like that? Was there some reason for it?
It's a mystery, and the observation diaries don't make a single mention of it. All we know is right after that accident, Keller showed up at a meeting between Wilhelm University and the Leithanian government.
Mr. Dolly, were you there then...?
*sigh*... You still won't pay attention to me until I find what you're looking for...?
You know, Mr. Dolly, have you heard of volcano watchers? They're a kind of flower that changes color based on a volcano's activity. Is it the seeds of those flowers you're looking for?
Or... obsidian, maybe? With how they're buried in the soil, the black crystals look a lot like seeds too, don't they...?
Adele mumbles to herself, garnering no response, and the tremendous volcanic rock specimen before her is as taciturn as ever.
Am I just overthinking this...?
Mr. Dolly, I'll only be able to find what you're looking for that quickly if you give me more of a hint...
Adele? Are you searching for something?
...No, Professor Keller.
Keller watches Adele close the notebook, and put it away in the storage box.
Adele hangs her head, picks up the other files around her, and buries her parents' notes beneath them.
Adele... if anything is gnawing at you, you can come straight to me.
Adele is silent for a spell.
Nothing I can think of, Professor Keller.
......
I'm here to catch you up on some matters.
According to data sent back from the forward sensor station, and analysis of the obsidian sample, we've concluded that Mount Siesta's eruption may well come a few days soon.
Readings from the mountain have always been unusual. Active energy from its internal Originium veins peaked two years prior in the summer, then rapidly fell after, before once more slowly rising.
We don't have much time left to prepare; we'll need to act fast.
Oh! The volcano's erupting sooner? How lucky can we be?
(Whisper) Mr. Dolly! Please don't jump out of nowhere...
Adele, are you listening?
Yes! I'm listening!
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Adele, I know with the ample experience you already boast as a scholar, pre-observation prep work amounts to little more than busywork for you. But please maintain your focus, okay?
I'm sorry! Professor Keller...
Mrohh... So your professor caught you playing hooky.
Oh, yes, have you bumped into any peculiar tourists at the museum lately?
Did something happen?
A whistling rock specimen in the hands-on area went missing.
A whistling rock? One that sounded musical when blown through?
It looks like we'll want to report to city hall's people to increase security at the museum too.
I'll keep a look out myself.
Maybe it's something about the weather—there's been a lot of strange things happening lately, and authorities say cases of people losing their own possessions have been unusually high.
I was listening to the news this morning, and someone apparently took out their grudge on the depot at the unfinished plate too. They made a complete mess of it over there.
—!
Manager, we've run up the damaged goods. Nothing really unaccounted for, it's mainly notable damage to the outer box packaging. Aside from some foodstuffs, we haven't lost too much at all.
Good, noted.
I'm sorry to have this sort of thing happen in Siesta; it was caused by the carelessness of our own work. I can only ask this won't impact your thoughts on collaborating with us...
Of course, if you do decide to suspend partnership, I'll report the full reality to Mayor Herman.
Though in that event, I imagine it'll be tough on him to lose a business partner, and tough on me to lose my job...
Assigning blame is secondary. I first need to ensure nothing like this will happen again.
It looks like... people really aren't welcoming MountainDash's plans for the new plate.
I'm glad that I can still be wholly face-to-face with you to coordinate business.
...Excuse me?
Er, given that having the residents here accept redevelopment isn't meant to be part of your work at all.
MountainDash Logistics's future collaborations with Siesta can't stand independent of their support. I don't want the people to deem the redevelopment a form of unilateral imposition.
That you're concerned at all is really gratifying.
Things being what they are, I'd appreciate city hall keeping an eye on security work around the warehouse. Fingers crossed no accidents like this will be happening again.
Alright, I'll pass on your comments, and I'll make sure they lead to some action.
For my job, my rent, and my worried fiancee's sakes, I thank you, Mr. Bison.
If you have no other arrangements here, I'll be continuing my efforts to talk the commercial district into signing the relocation LOI.
Miss Swire, I'm deeply sorry I couldn't show you the proper hospitality when you paid a visit earlier.
How has your impression of New Siesta been, over your tour these past few days?
Very clean, very eye-candy—but missing a little sense of amusement, possibly even stiff. To be honest, I more prefer how it used to be.
Very coincidentally, my daughter said much the same thing.
But Siesta's been forced to leave its golden shoreline, which means it's only a matter of time before tourism fails as our economic backbone.
Oh, pity. I was quite fond of that 'Old Siesta Fashion Street' and all...
You're very much confident about partnering with MountainDash Logistics, I take it?
I have just as much hope in the differing solution you provide, Miss Swire.
On that note, your family's group maintains its clarion reputation. It was—a surprise, though, that their candidate for investment executive was you.
I also just happened to learn that you've apparently registered a new business here in Siesta, operating in the construction, cultural and recreational fields...?
It appears your trust isn't quite in me, Mr. Mayor. You think I don't hold enough clout in the conglomerate yet?
Of course not—the future is always in your hands as the young ones. Just, the dealings we had with the 'corporation' from Victoria happened to pop into my head. That was thirty-plus years ago by now.
Freeing itself from the swollen ambitions of Victoria wasn't a casual affair for the Siesta of then. Anyone even remotely familiar with Siestan history would understand that.
And the sheer capacity you demonstrated in the dispute, Mayor Herman, still has politicians abuzz today.
For my part, you don't need to be too anxious—I'm not here in any convoluted capacity. Besides, all I've brought are sincere partnership, and more business opportunities.
You, Miss Swire, intend to contest MountainDash Logistics for rights to develop the newly constructed plate. I, of course, am willing to see friendly competition from both sides, and Siesta is always welcoming of partnerships in good faith.
I very much look forward to the proposals you submit at bidding, and wish you pleasant journeys for the rest of your time in Siesta.
After you're back in Lungmen, please, send your grandfather my regards.
I'm not signing this thing!
We've already moved once before, and you're still putting us through this rigmarole... And how do you expect us to make a living once you shut our place down, anyway...?
If the Mayor can't give us a clear explanation, we're not even thinking about relocating.
Or are you going to force us?
Costa, you wormed your way into city hall! Those bigwigs don't even live in the same universe as us, and now all you can do is jump when they say jump? You can't figure something out with us?
Even if you're not here to take over your grandpa's coffee shop, we still need this street to make a living.
*sigh*... We've been wracking our brains looking for a way to spark business here again... Help us think of something, okay?
Ooh, if it isn't Mr. City Hall himself? Here to kick us off our street again? Forget the moment you wore that fancy uniform just where you came from?
I'm ashamed for your grandfather.
......
I hate my job...
Excuse me, is my ice cream ready?
Coming right up!
Sorry for the wait. Here, your quadruple-scoop.
By the way, that man who got his head chewed off—who's he?
Never mind him. Just an ill omen trying to tear our homes down.
Got what I asked for?
Yes, ma'am.
Did anyone notice you coming here?
Officer, I'm sorry to report, Lut and Liv saw me!
Did you get down with insiders like this as a cop too? It's kind of cool!
This bag has general info on every shop in the commercial district. How many live at each, roughly how their business is doing, the personalities of the owners you asked about, I've noted you down a little of all that.
In this bag is a series of MountainDash's recent maneuvers. Something about some kind of purchase of Siestan specialties, and they say they're selling them off to Victoria and Columbia. In pretty decent quantities, too.
Well, good going! How did you even get your hands on these MountainDash files?
Totally simple. Just had to apply to be a freight trucker with them.
Well, signs say that Bison kid's trying to buy out the people's will this way... Yes, that does seem his style.
Suppose he manages to build a new distribution center here. Would the populace here want to switch jobs?
Enis, gimme a curaçao!
...You got it.
What's got you moody? I can tell, actually. You're sick of it too, no? Hanging the sign back up again and all—you guys doing a little protesting that way?
All this crap is a killer. The lovefowls next door were all over each other at first. Now they're arguing day by day about the rehousing...
Here's your drink, one curaçao!
...There's negative interest in moving on this street.
For the most part, yeah... Moving means planning a whole new life from scratch. We only just moved aboard the nomadic city, even, and a lot of us are still getting used to it.
Even tourists are a rarity now, after all. Business is hard enough as is, and plenty ended up unemployed. Move again, and life gets even harder...
Enis shakes his head, and gives up on the subject.
Per month, about... five hundred gold certificates, just under that?
Hm? That little?
I can buy a lot of stuff second-hand elsewhere, or just make it myself. Plus with how we usually conserve on utility bills, it adds up to a lot less than you think.
Sometimes it really makes me wonder... Have rich people like you just gone your whole lives without much worry?
Does a person just need enough money, and everything in life shakes out how they want?
...Money's a hassle-killer, but not an issue-solver.
*sigh*. If we have to move, if there's no other choice, then what are you thinking? Once you get contracted for this plate, what are you going to build here?
I'd rather ask you first. If a rebuild is guaranteed, then what would you want this high street to become?
Strictly in fantasy terms?
Mm-hm.
...A giant waterpark.
We'd build the land's biggest waterpark, second to none. Maybe it might even draw in some tourists. That way, we wouldn't need to let this bar go either. Probably.
And plus, my little brother and sister have been hounding us forever about going to a waterpark.
Ooh, good idea.
Is that all it takes...?
You make me feel like you're not even here to compete for real, versus the MountainDash boy...
Hmph. Plenty who've vied with me thought the same thing.
And?
They all rolled over and lost.
Pfft. That's some kind of power.
Enis! Help me paint the shop sign here. The trade fair's right around the corner, and we need our storefront looking the best it can.
Coming!
Y'know, we still have paint left over from last time, and I bought a couple string lights for cheap a few days ago. Want me to go put those up in a bit?
Sure, and if there's any paint left after that, give the tables and chairs and picture frames a new coat too. Lut and Liv were saying they learned how to draw from someone, right? Can you tag them in too?
Sure, will do now!
......
Hey, Enis!
Paint the sign in orange. I have eyes you can trust—this'll draw in more customers than before, guaranteed.
Costa forgets how he even got here.
At some point since moving to New Siesta, this atypically architected building cropped up on his route home from work. Buried somewhere in him is the impression he'd handled its paperwork.
The Volcano Museum? Why would people go to all the effort to put a museum for this on this luxurious plate? What's to study about volcanoes?
Stop it!
Nuh-uh! I wanna see the big rock! I wanna see the lava!
*sigh* Why you're desperate to see this stuff is a total mystery.
Volcanoes are really cool!
Hrmph! Cool...
A phrase floats to Costa's mind. 'You can see such beautiful things from the tops of volcanoes,' he vaguely remembers someone telling him.
Can you name all these volcanoes? I can!
Why would I ever need to know...?
Okay, I'll tell you! This one is Mount Tambora, this one is Mount Katla, this one is Mount Merapi, this one is Mount Ya... Yaaaa...
'Yasur'.
Wah! You were behind me and you just came up and said a thing and you scared me!
Ah, sorry for that...
(How did I know that? I don't remember anymore.)
Humph! I knew Mount Yasur, I knew that! It's the prettiest volcano on the land, and on top of it you can see flowing lava everywhere, and they're like gentle little streams...
I got that all from a book! I remember it really really well!
But I can't find any signs that explain stuff here... I need to show you how I got everything right!
You did, you're right! Are we done? There's not even a placard in sight here, we're going—
Apologies for inconveniencing you on your trip. This exhibition area isn't fully arranged yet, but explanatory texts will soon be laid out on these—
No, Mr. Volcano Man, I'm not done yet, you gotta keep listening!
—?
Costa is tugged by the hem of his jacket. Somewhat helplessly stopped in place, he tries to explain that he really needs to go.
He turns his head, and reflected in the glass display shelves, he sees an unexpected face.
You...?
Costa...?
You're... you're back?
...Mm.
And I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd! ♪
You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out lou-oud! It's my life! ♪
Ah, my bad, I didn't realize there were customers in.
That's weird, though. How come someone's sitting in a cafe reading quietly while the Obsidian Festival's on? You mind if I practice guitar here?
*sigh* No, Grandpa'll rag on me for bothering customers again. Maybe I'll just bide my time so I get a new guitar sooner.
What's that you're reading? A book about volcanoes... This is pretty cool. Can you lend me it?
......
Will you be here again, tomorrow?
2. After Operation
190 linesOh, looks like you're all done sorting. Nice job.
Mr. Dolly! Shouldn't you keep an eye or two on your clones?
Do you know how much trouble they'll make for everyone, letting them run amok like this?
The fluffy creature stands by a container, its head stooped very low, seemingly conveying some apology to the person in front of it.
I told you, not all of them are me.
I did bring them here, true... but I'm only indirectly to blame here, right?
So... sorry?
Just saying sorry isn't going to fix this!
If their merchandise gets damaged, what are the shopkeepers going to do? Your clones are being nuisances! Can't you do anything to stop them?
I do actually have something... um, under normal circumstances, I could choose to 'Cry'.
'Cry'?
Like this. I face into whatever, the sea, the wasteland, and lift two hooves up like this, and then I yell: 'Heeeeeeeey! Where are you guys?! Come here quick!' Like that.
Adele, you're going to have to help me for that. I've Cried too many times, so sometimes they act like they haven't heard me.
So... we just have to call them over?
We need something to lure them too. Like, 'Ice cream here!' or 'We've got balloons and skateboards!' and stuff.
But remember, don't call them 'Little Black Sheep' or 'lambs'. They won't even know you mean them.
Dolly looks expectantly up at Adele.
Ahem...
Heeeeeey! Ice cream here!
Heeeeeeeey! We have balloons and skateboards! Come here quick!
What? Ice cream? Is it free?
Miss, is it true? I want strawberry!
Is there some kind of event? Are you giving out balloons?
Huh? No, um...
Adele turns, looking to point out the deed-doer. Dolly's jumped up onto the neighboring containers, running circles around them like a deflating balloon.
But the pedestrians just don't see it.
Uh-oh, something's happened.
You're gonna have to go get ice cream with them to fix this, and probably buy balloons too, and ramble the streets, and soak up the Siestan sun.
Tough one, huh? What a big coincidence that I know of a really good ice cream shop.
How about I lead the way?
...Mr. Dolly!
So this is how you corral visitors into your Volcano Museum? Buying ice cream for strangers? I think I like this!
Dearie, how about we spend the afternoon exploring the museum?
Perfect! Then after that we'll go for barbecue!
Let's go!
Er, thank you very much.
Adele sees the group off, and looks around, trying to find any trace of Dolly.
In the stream of pedestrians, Dolly has all but vanished already. All that's there is a lone Little Black Sheep, staring pointedly at a wallet 'turning' into bills in a wandering tourist's hands.
(What's it about to do?)
Right as the tourist and shopkeep are haggling, it leaps forth—
And in one chomp, makes off with the tourist's wallet.
(Huh?!)
Where'd my wallet go?! Someone stole my wallet!
Huh? What kind is it? Dark or light?
Just now? But I didn't see anyone, did you?
(Oh, no, Mr. Dolly's not here either! I have to catch it, quick!)
The Little Black Sheep holding the wallet notices Adele, opens its mouth, and the wallet falls out—
Then with a kick of its hoof, it goes sailing through the air, and falls back down straight into its wool.
(Delighted trots)
Then it seems the wallet hits something with a 'bang', and a pebble full of holes shoots out from the Little Black Sheep's coat.
That's—the whistling rock!
The Little Black Sheep looks back, and before the rock lands, it kicks again with its hoof to send it flying straight back in.
And after all that, it sticks its tongue out at Adele with an impish expression, and turns to gallop down Fashion Street.
Hey! Wait up!
Give everyone their stuff back—
Errored three-dollar gold certs are rare collectibles here. They'll fetch a big price at the trade fair! Miss, are you sure you won't think about it? I've got a price I can give you!
The dealer gestures out a number.
Really? Could you take a look at this, then?
This is old Higashinese issue! I'll take it for this much!
And this?
A Gaulish copper livre—I'll take it too! Miss, what else have you got? Bring it all out!
Miss, how much did you bring? Last one, I swear, the very last one... I'll take one more, and then I'm going home!
Th—Then take a look at this! After this, I could afford a whole new device!
Ahhh, it's our own Sargonian mint... Let me see, we've got...
—Gavial!?!
Yep! Is that valuable?
Valuable? No! This is the end of our talk! I don't do ANY business with thin-tails! You take all of this back! I'm leaving!
The dealer grabs a handful of loose coinage and furiously shoves it into Snowsant's hands, attempting to leave.
Suddenly, something speeds by, knocking the coins right out of his grip.
Money rains gold and glittering to the high street pavement, and before Snowsant can yelp in surprise, a pink shadow follows right after, running into the distance.
Uh... uh, Eyjafjalla?
Sorry, Snowsant... I...!
Blargh! What the hell?!
Wait, my coins... I'm missing two!
D—Don't look at me!
Clink! The fluffy creature stashes the gleaming little roundlets into its own wool.
Mr. Eastman! I'm here to pick up my photocopies.
Right, right, all these fliers of yours. You really put your back in, printing this much just to advertise your bar.
298, 299... that's exactly right. Here's the fee!
I'm not taking money off you for this. I'll just say, next time I drop in at the White Volcano, mix me your house Oasis, heavy on the ground cardamom. Appreciate it.
Also, can you help change out my shop sign one minute?
Of course I can! Thank you!
—Ah, Mr. Enis!
Adele...?
What's the hurry?
Look out... Look out!
Before Enis can react, a giant force smacks straight into him. Sent airborne for an instant, he sees Siesta upside down, and paper scattering everywhere.
Oof... ow, ouch, ow... what just...
The Little Black Sheep snatches a flier in its mouth and resumes its straightaway gallop.
Ah, Mr. Enis! I—I'm sorry!
Huh...?
Several stare as Adele shrinks into the horizon, giving chase to a 'flier blowing in the wind'.
*whistle* Times really are a-changing. Youngsters have such urgent schedules these days.
Weird, what knocked me over just now...? I've never seen anything as strange as this...
CRASHHH!
The Eastman Print Shop's sign falls down, and lands right where Enis was still standing a moment ago.
...Wurgh!
Where did it go...?
It's like hide-and-seek!
Mr. Dolly, this isn't the time to play around! If we don't catch the Little Black Sheep soon, more people are going to lose their things!
No-no-no, they aren't going to lose anything, they're just borrowing it for a little fun. They'll give it all back.
Actually, why do YOU never play with children your age? Are you just going to keep yourself shut in a lab, even on a summer like this?
Mr. Dolly, I'm not a child anymore, and studying Mount Siesta is a VERY important job which I shouldn't be distracted from.
But right now, finding these Little Black Sheep is more important so we can stop them causing a ruckus!
I know how lonely children work. I know how many love using 'I'm busy with work' as an excuse.
......
This shop looks empty, but the Little Black Sheep just...
Er... who are you?
Excuse me, I... I lost my pet, it ran off! I think I saw it enter this coffee shop just now...
Adele blabbers as she lifts her head, and sees 'Mockingbird Café' in pretty type across the shop door.
This cafe went out of business a year ago. The door's always locked.
But I definitely saw it wriggle inside just now, straight through...
What kind of pet did you lose...?
A... um, a beckbeast.
Ah, nono! Don't you associate my clones with those animals...
Okay... a beckbeast.
Costa feels around in his pocket and pulls out a key, which he inserts, twists, and with a few ancient-sounding creaks, the door yawns open.
It's dark inside. All the blinds are down, repelling much of the sunlight from entering.
The air stirs with dust, and a yesteryear aroma of coffee.
Is your beckbeast in here?
Ngh, I don't think it is...
I'm so sorry! Sorry to bother you...
That's fine, I was just here to pick up a few things anyway.
The property deed should be right... no, not there...
Sir, are you the owner of this cafe?
Not any more, I won't be. This shop, and all the shops on this street, are due to be demolished soon.
I'm so sorry...
Don't be. The demolition isn't news to anyone here... *hisses* Not in this cupboard either...
Sir, what does it look like, the thing you're looking for? I can help you, maybe?
It's a red binder...
Ungh, it really is dark...
Girl, are you sure you can see anything in here?
Wuh!
The place closed ages ago. Might be tricky to get the lights on.
It's fine if we can't find it, I'm not in that big of a rush. Carry on searching for your pet, I'll... I'll keep an eye out for you.
Come on, girl! There's no clones of mine here and no whatever you're looking for! Off to the next location!
It's all pitch-black... I can't see a thing. Nothing like when I went surfing in Siesta before!
So, what does it look like?
Er, it's a pink and white... beckbeast, carrying a volcanic rock on it, the kind that whistles in the wind.
That whistles in the wind... is it named 'whistling rock'?
Eh? Yes, it is. How do you know?
Costa continues rummaging. He pulls open a dust-caked cupboard, out of which falls a vintage guitar, smashing straight onto his knee.
Plinnnng!
Ah! Sir, are you alright?
The sound of the guitar's impact rings in the air, a lingering acoustic hum, as if someone was playing on it.
—They sound just like that when blown across, those stones. Like you could perform music on them.
Urgh, I'm getting sidetracked.
Mrroah, the romance. Whistling rocks are like guitars? How did I never think of that?
Is your pet carrying one of those? That's an odd luxury. If I remember right, it's fairly uncommon...
It took it all by itself...
You're going to humiliate me. Don't tell people my clones are kleptomaniacs.
Okay, if I see it, I'll get in touch with you. How should I go about doing that...?
Oh, thank you! Please contact the Volcano Museum if you can; I'm one of the staff there. My name's Adele.
With another mysterious bump, all the old odds and ends in the cupboard slump into a landslide across the floor, burying the guitar beneath.
Dammit...
Sir, are you sure you don't need help? It seems like you're...
Not in that good of a... mood...
A book falls into Adele's view. Under the light from outside, she parses its title clearly.
The Atlas of Terra's Volcanoes? Are you interested in volcanology, too?
No, I'm... well, no, it's not as if I hate it.
Er, I mean, this isn't my book.
Let's get outside for now.
You work at the Volcano Museum? Do you know a... Keller?
I know Professor Keller. Are you friends?
She used to be a... regular here, I guess.
One summer, she suddenly left Siesta, together with two Leithanians. I never got in touch with her after that...
How's she been? She's... doing alright the museum, right?
Right, Professor Keller's been occupied with survey prep for Mount Siesta, and the museum's still under improvement. She's very busy.
She and you both work at the museum?
Hm? Professor Keller is its curator.
Curator... now, that's something.
Well, um... if you can, please return this book to Kell... to the curator for me.
Where am I? Where am I? Find me if you can ♪
Take the flowers in, maybe behind them's where I am ♪
The little black sheep frolics about, before stopping by a streetlamp.
Bang!
The Little Black Sheep leaps into the air, and before Adele's eyes, vanishes like a cloud blown away in the breeze.
With a ring and a clatter, a pebble, two coins, a sheet of paper and a wallet all fall on the ground.
Hide-and-seek ♪
Mr. Dolly!
Not me!
But you didn't spend all of today cooped up inside the museum. You went out for a walk, you ate ice cream, you bought balloons. The sun's fine, the people are wonderful, and you've made a new friend, haven't you?
That's the stuff of life!
What is the seed you're after? Is this rock a seed?
You need to look slowly, take your time! The sun tomorrow's just as fine!
Where am I? Where am I? Find me if you can ♪
Is it one of these coins? Or what's on this poster...? 'Letter of Intent for Relocation'?
Is a coffee bean the seed, Mr. Dolly?
Take the flowers in, maybe behind them's where I am ♪
Bang!