I was checking out a lot of the other Al Capone Night at the Museum fan fictions, and I was a bit disappointed to find they were all romance. Well, here's a non-romance fan fiction will Al Capone playing a large part in it, unlike many others. Also, I really wanted to portray the kind of man Al Capone really was, not some badass with no manners and depended on violence and fear to get what he wanted. He was a good man, and hopefully you can see that as the story progresses.

It takes place a bit after the movie, and I did a lot of research to make this fan fiction. I feel it's a bit lacking in detail and action, so I hope it's still okay, and not too long or anything. Nevertheless, I enjoyed writing it. I hope you enjoy reading it, and it would be helpful is you left some constructive criticism, or suggestions. I put some facts at the bottom in case you get confused at any time in the story. If you can't your answer there, feel free to ask me about it!

One night, slouched on the couch and flipping the channels on the television, Peter Weiss abruptly stopped on one particular news channel, which had a special about the recent Smithsonian break-in. Apparently, many of the glass cases in the Air and Space building had been broken. The miniature planes that were in them were misplaced, the Wright Flyer was found parked outside of the exhibit, and scorch marks were found on the floor around where the rockets were located. In the art section, some of the paintings had been altered, and the sculptures were apparently in different positions. In the underground archives, a number of the boxes had been broken open and the objects within had also been misplaced. One of them was not found, a model of a large octopus. Many other exhibits had been changed as well.

"Smithsonian security stated they were outraged that this had all occurred so easily and that the culprit has not yet been found. As of yet, there are no suspects as to who did it," the reporter stated. "For now, the museum was declared temporarily closed to fix the damages, and security has been improved drastically, especially the number of night guards."

Peter frowned. It was a bit scary, hearing about a museum so close to his own home being broken into so easily. Feeling a bit paranoid, he wrapped a blanket around himself and locked the window closest to him. He put his forehead to the glass and looked out at the lights of the surrounding buildings.

Life was pretty boring, and for a second, he thought how much fun that person must have had, being able to walk around in a huge museum like that all by himself, being able to interact with all the exhibits. Realizing what he was thinking, he shook his head. That kind of thing was a crime! He sighed and closed the curtain.

Well, at least some family friends were staying over, so he wasn't too bored. His little "cousin" was a nice kid, and "Uncle" Larry, a close friend of Dad's, was a pretty funny guy. Plus, they kept him company while his parents were out of town on their business trip in Europe, which was pretty often. Thus, they were already pretty well acquainted.

He went down to the kitchen, figuring dinner must've been ready about then. Uncle Larry didn't cook much, so it was probably takeout tonight. Maybe KFC. He did point it out when he drove past it to drop Peter off at school.

When he reached the kitchen, he was surprised to find it empty. Was it his night to cook dinner or something? But no, when he turned, he noticed a note on the fridge. Apparently, Larry had a "work-related emergency", so he had to leave the house. His regular job was as a night guard for a museum over in New York, now that he'd sold his company; so… what—was he going to fly all the way there? Maybe it had something to do with another museum in the area. A thought hit him. The Smithsonian?

Nick came down the stairs, looking around. "Huh? Where's Dad?" Peter shrugged and took down the note from the fridge and let him see it. The younger boy looked a bit troubled, and after rereading it the second time, he asked to borrow the phone. Peter quickly complied, asking "Why? It's just work, right? How bad could it be?"

"Oh, it's really bad. Trust me." He said, shaking his head as he dialed the number. "Just a second," he muttered when phone began ringing. "Hello? Dad? Yeah, Pete and me saw the note on you left… yeah, okay…" His eyebrows furrowed and he made a small frown. "Yeah, see you later. Bye." Nick hung up the phone and looked up at Peter. "We got to get to the Smithsonian. It's close, right? And you can drive, right?"

Peter raised his eyebrows. "Uh, well, only during daylight hours with an adult present in the car—" He paused, noticing the panicked look on the boy's face. "—You know what? Fine. But don't tell my parents, alright?" Nick smiled up at him and they rushed out of the house, on their way to the largest museum in the world.

They got to the museum without being pulled over, although Nick did complain about feeling a bit nauseous. Surprisingly, security wasn't as tight as Peter had expected. Still, he decided not to be too cocky, so the two still tried to walk in a bit more inconspicuously, and successfully remained unnoticed. According to Nick, Uncle Larry was in the Hall of Mammals.

"What's he doing in this museum, anyway?" Peter couldn't help but to ask.

"Well," Nick looked a little nervous. "Have you heard about that recent break-in here?" Peter nodded, puzzled as to how it was connected to Larry. "We were here when it happened. And… it wasn't some criminal who moved all those sculptures and stuff. In the Museum of Natural History back in New York, there's this tablet. You see, it brings the exhibits to life at night. And for a while, some of the exhibits there were brought here. One of them stole the tablet without our noticing, and so this whole museum came to life that night. Apparently, it hasn't gone back to normal since then. Every night, they wake up here, even without the tablet."

Peter was confounded. Was this really true? Nick was just a kid, after all, so maybe his imagination was getting the best of him? But—Peter had known Nick since the kid was a baby—and not once had he been known to lie. Well, he decided that he'd see for himself when they reached the Natural History portion of the museum, where the Hall of Mammals was located.

When they entered, it was chaos. Frightened security guards had their guns and/or various weapons out and were fighting the exhibits that had come to life, completely unaware of how this was all possible. All doubt Peter previously had in his little cousin flew out of his mind immediately, and he looked down at Nick. The boy nodded, confirming this was all real and not a dream. "Well. Let's try to find your dad, Nick." He took the boy's hand and they avoided all the battles, and often just narrowly avoiding an encounter with a security guard, who would be distracted by one of the exhibits-come-to-life.

Finally, the duo reached the Hall of Mammals without getting separated, but only found more chaos at their destination. Security guards were fighting exhibits of all kind, even some that had not belonged in this part of the museum. The guards were severely outnumbered, and most of them were already retreating. Suddenly, Peter's arm was grabbed, causing him to jump.

"Relax, relax, it's just me," Larry said. The two embraced him tightly, terrified of the whole ordeal. When they let go, he bent down to eye level and, while occasionally glancing at the fighting mob, calmly said "Okay, guys. The whole museum's in an all-out war with the security. Obviously, there are some individuals here who don't like being told what to do, and there are a couple major groups fighting here. Again, obviously—" He paused, dodging a rampaging elephant, pulling the younger two to the side and more out of the way. "Obviously, one of the groups is the security forces. The others are led by some people who may sound pretty familiar: Napoleon Bonaparte, Ivan the Terrible, and Al Capone. I know…" His voice cracked. "I know it's all really sudden, but I want us to each try and convince a group to stop fighting, and then hopefully we can then take care of the whole… security force problem. It'll be dangerous, but it has to be done."

"Uncle Larry, you can't really expect us to stop a war by ourselves," Peter said, his face pale and his mind spinning.

He smiled meekly at him. "We're not alone. There's a neutral fighting force in the museum, too, who just want peace here. You'll find them along the way." He put a hand on each of the kids' shoulders and looked into their eyes, and shined another smile, this time more confident. "Now, we don't have much time left… Good luck, you two. Use your cellphones to contact one another if you have to."

The three nodded, and though somewhat reluctantly, from there went their separate ways.

"Okay, so all I have to do is find one of those dangerous people and… stop them." Peter gulped, not so completely sure he could pull it off without much knowledge of who his allies were, much less who his enemies looked like.

After running for what seemed to be an hour, he found himself running through another exhibit, but here there was considerably less fighting. Deciding to stay out of the way of it all, Peter hid behind a pillar and spotted a sign that stated that he was currently in the Janet Annenberg Hooker Hall of Geology, Gems, and Minerals. Out of nowhere, someone grabbed his arm roughly, followed by a shouting of "Hey, Boss! We got a human here!" Peter turned around, seeing a black-and-white man dressed in a mafia-like suit and a fedora. Behind him, a rather important-looking man emerged, who also had the same lack of color as the man with the grip on his arm. The "boss" wore pinstripes and had a face that seemed to be in a permanent scowl, further intensified by the three scars on the left side of his face and his hard, ice cold eyes.

"Who is this kid?" he asked, his eyes never leaving Peter.

"I dunno, boss, I just found him tryin' to hide here."

Despite feeling the slightest urge to correct the gangster on the fact that he wasn't a kid, Peter bit his tongue. This person was probably one of those leaders Uncle Larry had mentioned, and he had to stay on his good side.

"Kid, what's your name? Let's hear it," the boss said to him.

"Peter Weiss," he squeaked, finding himself unable to talk properly.

"Weiss? Peter Weiss?" His face darkened and he then held up his gun and pointed it toward him. "You're not one of O'Banion's boys, are you?"

"Uh-ohh-aah, ah-- no, no!" Peter stuttered, his eyes glued on the Tommy gun fixed at him. Darn my last name, Peter thought to himself, I just want to get out of here with my life, and my stupid last name might cost me that. "I-I'm just here to talk, you guys… your fighting is all wrong. I'm just here to tell you guys that, err, Mister… Pacino."

"Pacino? I don't know any Pacino. I'm Al Capone, and these are my boys," he said, gesturing toward the men standing behind him. "Anyway, kid, I don't know who you are, but you'd better get home safe while you can, because I'm not going to stop fighting until that short French guy and that guy from Moscow, and those humans beat it." The group of black-and-white men standing behind him shouted some words of agreement accompanied by some raising of their guns.

"P-please, Mr. Capone!" Peter pleaded, his eyes still glued on the Tommy gun. Is it hot in here or what? "You see, uh, sir—If you just stop fighting, then we can convince the other two—that… short French guy and the guy from Moscow—to stop fighting, too… Then we can all work together to fight the, uh, humans." Peter was convinced the temperature in the museum was much too high, by now his forehead was beaded with sweat and his mouth felt dry.

"That's just it! We already tried to negotiate with them, but they're a pretty stubborn bunch, y'know?" He was to about to say more, but was interrupted by the shouting from one of his boys.

"Boss! Bad news!"

"Gallucio! What's eatin' you?" Capone asked, turning to face him.

"The dinosaurs—" He paused to catch his breath—"They've sided with the French! They're comin' this way now!"

"Those double-crossers!" Capone growled, apparently talking about the dinosaurs. "Come on, boys! It's time to get a wiggle on!" He motioned toward the direction of the dinosaurs, and they all left, including the one who'd been grabbing Peter's arm. Their boss stayed behind, however, seemingly sizing up the boy. "Well, kid, I don't really want you to get involved, especially seein' how you don't exactly look like a bimbo—" Peter smiled, delighted at what he mistaken for a compliment. Capone raised an eyebrow, puzzled. "—but come along. I'll show you just the kind of guys we're up against, and why I can't let them take over this turf."

He went ahead, following his boys without looking back. "Does that mean you trust me, now?" Peter asked, but was not heard. Hesitantly, he got up and ran after the mobsters.

In the next room, a battle raged on between the towering dinosaurs and the comparably small, but overconfidently looking American gangsters. As if that wasn't already bad enough, overpowering thumping sounds came from the other room. It was a T-rex, and seated on it'\s back was—Guess who? None other than Napoleon Bonaparte, holding his sword up high and clearly enjoying his "seat" of power.

This may help you out a bit if you didn't understand some parts of the fan fiction:

"Pacino? Capone? How could you get the two mixed up?" Well, I always got them mixed up, so I figured it would be pretty cool to share that in this, and maybe see if anyone else ever had the same mistake.

"What's up with Capone getting all snarly when Peter stated his last name?" Well, after doing some research on Capone, one of his rivals was "O'Banion", and one of his closest associates and successors went by the name "Hymie Weiss".

"I don't get it. How, when was Capone saying that Peter didn't "exactly look like a bimbo", was it not a compliment?" Well, I looked up a lot of 20's slang for this fanfiction, and bimbo had meant "tough guy". Nowadays, it's not a very positive comment. Thus the confusion between the two characters.