The Scream

"Yes, this is a little different situation," said The Thinker, trying to keep his original pose. But, nothing was happening. He still was too real.

Mona Lisa put her hand through her painting. Nothing happened. She couldn't feel any change to her. She worked up her courage to stick as much of her body through the hole as possible, but it appeared to do nothing. Instead she snagged some of her long, curly hair on the ragged edges. She smoothed back her hair and stared for a long time at the painting she used to live in.

Just then, a scream broke the silence. "AAAAAAAUUUUUUGHHHHHHH!" Mona Lisa turned away from her painting and The Thinker stood up and took a look around. The scream continued, coming closer, and closer, and closer. "AAAAAAUUUUUUGHHHHHHH" the scream continued.

They could see him then: a man holding his hands to his face, mouth wide open, screaming.

Startled, they didn't have much time to think, so they found the first hiding spot and both dived right into Mona Lisa's broken painting.

The scream followed them.