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

Kahmunrah screamed, “Release me! I am your pharaoh!”

He ran to the tablet, ignoring the chaos, and placed both hands on it. He didn’t fight the magic. He simply whispered, “Time to go home.”

Their mission: find the tablet, stop Kahmunrah, and get everyone home. Night at the Museum- Battle of the Smithsonian ...

The light vanished. The gate slammed shut. The Horus falcon crumbled to dust. And one by one, every exhibit froze in place—except the New York crew.

He looked at the giant bronze statue of Abraham Lincoln. “I’m sorry about this, Mr. President,” he whispered.

Larry remembered Ahkmenrah’s words from years ago: The tablet responds to those who understand the weight of the past, but choose the future. Kahmunrah was left sealed inside the model monument,

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.

The tablet was about to explode from the overload.

Amelia grabbed Larry’s hand. “The tablet! We have to turn it off!” He didn’t fight the magic

Larry had nothing. No weapons. No backup. Just his wits.

Or so Larry thought.