Night At The Museum- Battle Of The Smithsonian ... ✯

He smiled. Some magic never fades.

The tablet’s magic had awakened everything in the Smithsonian. And unlike the friendly New York museum, this place was packed with historical heavyweights—and villains.

Larry had done it. He negotiated a deal with the real Smithsonian directors: the New York exhibits would return home, but the tablet would remain on display—in a case with a silent alarm, of course.

Lincoln stared down at him. “ ” He carried the screaming Kahmunrah to a giant model of the Washington Monument and dropped him inside. Night at the Museum- Battle of the Smithsonian ...

Larry ran to Lincoln’s chair and yanked out the bronze bench. A single, loud echoed through the hall. Lincoln’s eyes glowed white. Slowly, the 30-foot-tall statue of the 16th President rose to his feet.

Larry rushed to the Smithsonian, a maze of 19 museums under one roof. By the time he arrived, the sun had set. And chaos had erupted.

One night, a panicked call came from his old night guard friend, Gus. “Larry, it’s the tablet! They shipped it with the exhibits!” He smiled

Kahmunrah was left sealed inside the model monument, screaming silently.

“ ” Lincoln’s voice boomed like thunder. He took one giant step toward Kahmunrah, grabbed the pharaoh by his golden collar, and lifted him off the ground. “ …our fathers brought forth… a new nation. ”

Their mission: find the tablet, stop Kahmunrah, and get everyone home. And unlike the friendly New York museum, this

As he walked out into the D.C. sunrise, Larry glanced back. For just a second, he saw the bronze statue of Amelia wink at him.

The tablet was about to explode from the overload.

Or so Larry thought.

The next morning, Larry stood in the empty Smithsonian hall. Amelia Earhart was back in her bronze form, but her hand was raised in a final salute.