Chapter 9 - Wild Geso Chase

                                    

                                          
"OW!"
The back of Callie's head slammed into a large speaker behind her when she - and the whole truck - were abruptly & violently stopped. Marie grabbed onto two boxes to prevent herself from a possible concussion, unlike her cousin.
"Drivers in this area of Inkopolis are unbelievable! What happened to driver's ed?! I want a word with these teachers!" Sheldon gripped the steering wheel with anger.
The three were on their way to Shellendorf Institute, following the discovery of Agent 3's signal being blocked with a warning message in a Splatundra language.
According to Sheldon, many resources about the Splatundra are kept in the institution because of their scarce nature. He had explained this to the two pop stars in a classic Sheldon-length explanation a few minutes prior... but was now instead fuming at dumb drivers.
"Hey, no road rage Sheldon!" Marie warned, "We don't need the New Squidbeak Splatoon's only weapon craftsman to go and get locked up for a car crash."
"Yeah..." Callie chimed in, rubbing her head with her pink beanie in her lap. She and Marie had put on what the two referred to as their "paparazzi disguises". 
The arthropod took a deep breath. "I suppose it doesn't matter... we're here anyways."
Sheldon pulled the truck into the large parking lot of Shellendorf Institute. It was actually one of the Squid Sisters Splatfest trucks, but disguised with Ammo Knights branding to hide from paparazzi. After parking, the trio headed into the grand building before them.
Skeletons of creatures' past hung from the glass ceiling. Callie stared in awe. The skeleton behemoths always left her speechless, even if she had been there multiple times before. "If our apartment wasn't so small, I'd totally get one of these as decor!"
"No way, that'd give me nightmares." Marie shuddered.
Sheldon scanned the area, "It's been a while since I've been here... where's the check-in desk?"
"...right here, Shelds," Callie stated. The check-in desk was only a few feet away from him. 
"Right, right!" Sheldon exclaimed, "Curse you, nearsightedness."
They approached the check-in desk. A bored jellyfish worker unenthusiastically greeted them, "Welcome to Shellendorf Institute... how may I help you?"
"Why, hello there! I'm Sheldon, pleased to meet you! I'm here with my two friends and some very serious matters." Sheldon happily saluted.
"Oh, brother."
Marie narrowed her eyes. "Y'know what, Sheldon, let's just make this quick." She winked at Callie.
The two threw off their headgear. "Ta-da! It's the Squid Sisters!" They struck their signature 'Stay Fresh!' pose.
The inkling pop stars were met with a blank stare. "...okay? So you're celebrities. What do you want?"
"We're looking for some Splatundra literature and stuff, for research," Callie explained, "we'd totally give you our autographs if you'd just let us in your archives for all that."
"No way! I'd get fired if I just let people in our archives - even celebs. Some of us have rent to pay, y'know."
"Ugh, he has a point." Marie slumped down.
A lightbulb lit above Sheldon's head. "Actually... I have a question for you. Do you know who Amoses Shellendorf is?"
"...Yeah? This place is sorta named after him."
"He's my ancestor!" Sheldon pulled out a large scroll from one of the many pockets on his tool apron and unraveled it. It showed a large family tree, detailing all of the many people in Sheldon's ancestral line. Near the top was the Great Turf War veteran himself - Amoses Shellendorf.