Archie was overwhelmed with these sudden turn of events. He understood somebody trying to steal his precious friends, but to destroy them? That, he just couldn't understand. He frantically looked around at the other paintings. They all seemed to be fine. He directed his attention to the portrait of Henry of Scotland to possibly get some answers but he was no where to be found.
"Henry?" Archie tried to peer in and around the sides of the painting but he could see nothing. "Oh dear..." He muttered to himself.
Archie knew where he had to go. It was where the perpetrator was sure to be; where the prize of the museum was kept. It was located in the south wing; the most protected of all wings.
Archie was off.
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