"Ben?" Zack called. He had thought he had heard his little buddy calling for help, but it was so far away sounding. It might have been the wind from the storm combined with an active imagination. Still he headed in the direction that he thought the sound had emanated from. He moved the red velvet rope that said Exhibit Closed, and entered the room. It was dark, but he found a light switch. Suddenly, he was transported to Metropolis. In front of him stood a grinning Lex Luthor holding a shiny green rock, but there was no Superman in sight. "Ben!"
There was the noise of metal and wood being ripped apart. Ben turned to see a blue blur come into focus.
"Stop, Trespasser!" ordered a deep masculine voice from behind him.
It looked like Superman, but it also sort of looked familiar. It was obviously a wax figure, but it hadn't been there before. It couldn't have been it was blocking the doorway. Zack blinked. The wax Superman was holding the door by the handle like it was a toothpick.
"Your evil henchman Ben is in custody, now you'll join him as part of the wax works," Superman said dropping the door with a loud thud, and putting his hands on his hips.
Zack licked his lips. Wax work or not, this Superman had super strength. Maybe he shared Superman's vulnerabilities.
He inched closer to Lex Luthor's figure. And he spoke to Superman, "Uh, so you're really Superman, huh? What have you done to Ben? What do you mean join the wax works? Those don't sound too much like Truth, Justice and the American Way to me."
"You are the one who broke and entered. Your punishment will fit the crime, just as mine did."
"Uh, you broke into the wax works, Superman?"
"I was not Superman then. The wax master transformed me molding my body and mind to serve him."
"Right, uh, did you used to be Ben?"
"No, that one did more than break and enter, he spilled the ancient wax of life. He is being punished as we speak in the basement. You will soon join him - join us."
"Uh, no thanks, Supes," Zack said reaching for the green shiny rock.
Superman was in front of him in a moment blocking his exit. Then he saw the green stone in Zach's hand, trembled and collapsed.
Zach stooped over the prone wax superhero holding the Kryptonite prop up to his wax cheek.
"Okay, Supes, who is this wax master and what the hell did he do to Ben, and my other buddies," demanded Zach.