CHAPTER ONE: This is the story of George, the guy from the ticket office. It was the last Saturday before Halloween and the entire Milwaukee Zoo had been decorated. There were orange and purple lights hanging from the trees and spiders and cobwebs hanging everywhere. It looked strange and scary. George was called to the zoo director's office. “Are you bringing back the dinosaur exhibit so soon?” George asked, rubbing his chin. “Believe me, HAUNTING with dinosaurs will be a killer exhibit!” the zoo director exclaimed, patting the dust off his $2,000 suit. George set up every corner of the dinosaur exhibit, then waited and waited for a family to join in the spooky dinosaur fun.CHAPTER TWO: This is the story of Dan, an ordinary kid. . his parents dragged him to the zoo. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen.” he said out loud. he passed the hay maze and saw a man with a cowboy hat and a bottle of beer sitting on a thorny haystack. "You all stink like...like...like...that guy at the ticket booth over there!" he shouted as he walked past him and approached the haunted exhibit with the dinosaurs. they saw the guy at the counter. he wore a beige zoo uniform and had short brown hair unlike Dan's long hair. he went up and handed over the tickets. this is where the stories collide.CHAPTER THREE: As Dan and his parents walked through the exhibit filled with dinosaur skeletons imported from museums around the world, something was wrong………IT WAS A CHEMICAL TRASH GIANT! "What is this !" said the father. “Don’t touch that!” shouted a voice. It was the drunk guy from the hay maze! “What is it doing here!” I'm calling the police! said the father, quite worried. "I wouldn't do that if I were you..." the drunk man said. “Here’s the thing the zoo director ordered, he said it was a necro-mijiger thing,” the drunk man said. he then tripped on an untied shoelace and knocked over the chemical trash can. it spread everywhere. George had heard noises and ran inside. He grabbed the family and hurried them out. The drunk man came out, dazed. “What in God’s name is wrong with you, Abner!?” George exclaimed. “BURP…sorry, I’m drunk,” Abner apologized. “Now, isn’t that obvious?” George said sarcastically. “I’m going to have to report you to the zoo director.” "you mean a stupid old winner?