One day I was flying around when a renowned museum curator was murdered. He had no clothes on and so that helped me find clues to the murdering monk. He was sad because he only did what his father told him but it was still bad. We stole a box from the bank and eventually got away. There was a combination lock inside but then the monk came back and we had to jump on a plane for England and we tied him up and brought him too. Then we eventually found what the combination was and I pretended to break it so I could go and find the treasure for myself, but when I went there it was gone… It was under the big glass pyramid all along!

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