"Chop, chop. Let's move it people," Trivia clapped her hands twice.

"I thought we were stealing an elephant, not a restaurant," I told Trivia.

"Zip it, Target!" She growled at me.

"You're the one who said chop chop, like you're cutting vegetables. Even your hands were doing the knife gestures!" I pointed out.

"Why don't you make yourself useful and worry about it later when all your disguises melt off and you're caught by the police," Trivia retorted. "Come on people, let's move it."

"Sorry for the inconvenience, Trivia," Pay said from the top of the dome. "But by all means, go ahead and try to pick all these locks yourself."

Pay was about 50 feet up in the air. It was held by a really thin wire attached to a pulley, which was secured onto a pillar overhead. Pay himself had the wire tied around his hip, which didn't look very safe to me. The wire itself was so thin I could barely see it, and it looked like it could break any moment.

He gestured to the array of locks right next to him. The only thing I was wondering is how people got the tiny locks secured up on the dome 50 feet up in the air. Oh, and the fact about how Pay was able to hear us.

"Just continue picking the locks, Goldilocks," Trivia rolled her eyes. "The makeup's going to melt off soon."

"Wait, the makeup's ice-cream?" I asked.

"No."

"Then why did you say it was going to melt off? Only ice-cream melts. Unless you mean the makeup is going to melt off by burning off your face. When things burn, they also melt. Right?" I clarified my perfectly logical chain of events.

"Target, stop asking questions and make yourself useful." Trivia asked. "That is, assuming you are actually capable of doing something other than being annoying."

"Okay," I plopped down on the floor.

Trivia glared. "By useful, I mean go and do something productive. Something like, I don't know, that'll get this elephant statue out of the museum!"

"Sorry," I muttered standing up. "You should've said so."

I walked over the elephant statue we were in the process of stealing. "So, how exactly are we going to get the elephant up there?"

"Use your brain Target!" Trivia shouted. "Oh wait, I forgot. You don't have one."

"Are we going to carry it? It looks like it weighs a refrigerator." I went over to the leg of the elephant and tried to lift it up. It only got one millimeter, or one length of an ant up off the ground. "Nevermind, it weighs two refrigerators."

"You don't carry it, Target! You use that rope!" Trivia pointed to the ground. "Oh my gosh. I'm going to lose brain cells because of you."

"Okay, jeez," I let out a gust of air. "It's not my fault that you didn't specify that."

Taking the rope, I started to tie it all around the elephant. I secured the rope, weaving it between its trunk, legs, stomach, and tail. When I was done, the elephant looked like it was wearing a rope belt-and-tutu around itself.

"Is this good?" I asked Trivia, presenting my very messy final product.

Trivia's jaw was dropped. I thought it was a good thing, until she said, "Give it to me!" She didn't even wait. Snatching the ropes from my hands (luckily I didn't get a rope burn), she untied the belt-and-tutu I had made and was redoing it.

Meanwhile, I found myself a comfortable spot on the museum's marble floor and plopped down.

A click came from the dome. I looked up and saw Pay (he was the only person floating in mid-air), who said, "All the locks are unlocked."

"Of course they're unlocked. What else would you do with locks? Burn it?" Trivia interrupted him, looking up from her nice tight belt she was making the elephant wear.

"Of course you could burn it," I interjected. "If you put fire on it, you're basically burning it."

"If you guys are so busy interrupting me, then I guess you don't want to hear any of the other news I learned," Pay threw at us. Well, not really throw, throw. More like he verbally threw that at us.

Anyways, that got my attention, and apparently Trivia's as well.

"The dome is unlocked, thanks to me," Pay started. "But people seem to be entering the museum."

Trivia started to tie her knots faster. "Those aren't going to be officers. Most likely night-shift workers."

"What about security guards? They could also be entering to catch us." I added helpfully.

Finishing the last knot, Trivia looked up. She didn't seem to hear my sentence (or she ignored me) and looked up: "Open the dome, Pay!"

Pay, still hanging from a wire about 50 feet off the ground, managed to hear that. Again with the hearing from 50 feet away! Maybe he had super hearing! Or he had super powers in general. That could explain why he hadn't fallen yet from the rope...

He looked at the dome, then back down. "Can't do. The dome's too heavy. Unless someone wants to come here to help me... "

Trivia turned towards me.

"Hey, wait, aren't we supposed to vote as a team who goes up there?" I asked her. "I thought this was democracy."

"And I thought you were helpful. Turns out we're both wrong," Trivia rolled her eyes. "Now get up there!"

I put my hands up in surrender. Then I looked up. "That looks like a long way there. Can't we use a ladder or a hot-air balloon to get up there?"

No one answered. Though I could feel Trivia rolling her eyes, which shouldn't be possible. Maybe I had super powers too!

I went towards the wire and rope. I pointed to the rope first, and got a glare from her. Then I pointed to the wire, and she just rolled her eyes. Taking that as a good sign, I took the wire and tied it around my waist, making sure I wouldn't slip off of it halfway on the way up to the ceiling.

"You're also taking that," Trivia kicked the rope.

"But I can't lift it up! The elephant weighs about two refrigerators!"

"NO ONE MEASURES IN REFRIGERATORS!" Trivia roared. "Just take the rope up!"

"Why couldn't Pay take the rope up with him?" I asked.

"Why can't you listen to directions?" Trivia asked. "Are you going to get up there, or are you going to not, and go to jail instead when the police officers come?"

"I thought the night-shift workers were coming, not the police."

"You're done." And with that, she walked away looking like the angry emoji (like the one with smoke coming out of its ears).

The heavier end of the wire was launched, as I spun the wire around a few times before throwing it all the way up to the ceiling. The wire wrapped around the pulley machine a few times, it was secured on there firmly by magnets. I only knew that because I was ready with the instruction manual on how to use it on our car ride here.

When it stopped, I tugged it to make sure it was safe.

I took the rope of the elephant Trivia had dropped on the ground and attached it to my wire.

With that, I started to go up towards the ceiling.