Complete summary: After our friends from New York grab a ride from Amelia Earhart back home, a certain lisping Egyptian, a Monochromatic Mafia leader, a Vertically Challenged Emperor, and a Russian Tsar manage to come to the museum of Natural history- but end up brining quite a few others for the ride. They agree to forgive and forget after much persuasion- but when yet another foe comes for the tablet, who's side will they be on?

~~~Prologue~~~

"Well don't just stand there, GET ME OUT!" Shouted a voice from inside the black gate. "Idiots…" The voice mumbled, a slight lisp accompanying his words. Thankfully the three men standing outside of the gateway didn't catch this last part.

"Why should we? That Daley guy was right, you're actin' like you're our leader," Said a young monochromatic man, dressed in a sharp pinstripe suit and a fedora. He held a Tommy gun, which was ready to fire on a moments notice. He leaned in closer to the gateway. "And NO ONE'S gonna be my leader, 'specially you." He folded his arms across his chest and leaned back out. The voice from the gateway sighed exasperatedly.

"You will treat us as equals, or you will never get out of there." This time the man who spoke was a bit older, and dressed in a military uniform. There were hundreds of metals pined to his blue jacket. He was quite short, but he wore a large hat to make up for that. He held himself with pride, and it appeared that he was a general. And judging from his accent, he was French.

"Da. You will not be ordering us around, or making us wear your funny dresses, Mr. Egypt." Said a very tall man (who sounded Russian) in a silver robe. He had a long beard and a large silver jewel encrusted crown sat on his head. He held a long silver scepter, which was also encrusted in jewels. Everything was very ornate and intricate, and it was obvious he was some sort of royalty.

"HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU? It's a TUNIC, not a dress, and as I have told you, it was the height of fashion 3,000 years ago." The voice shouted, annoyed beyond belief. "I cannot believe you still think it's a dress. Seriously?" The voice asked. You could almost hear the voice rolling their eyes.

"You want out or not?" Said the monochromatic man, whose accent made it obvious that he was clearly a New Yorker.

"Of course I do!" Said the voice, clearly angry now.

"Do you agree to the conditions? Said the shortest man, glancing out the shattered stained-glass window. The sun would be rising soon; they had 2 hours- most likely less.

"Yes yes yes now get me OUT!" The voice shouted, eager to get out of the gateway to the underworld.

"Fine, on the count of three me and Frenchie here will pull you out, and Ivan'll close the door after you." The three men and the voice got ready. "1…2…3!"

The 2 men reached into the gateway and pulled as hard as they could. Their hands burned the second they had grabbed for the voice, but they continued to pull. Within thirty seconds, they were done. They had pulled out a tall man with a deep tan, dressed in traditional Ancient Egyptian clothes. He wore a large, green headpiece with a golden Horus that had its wings spread wide was shown on the front. His tunic was the same deep green, with gold feather like patterns along with other jewels on the front and back.

He was coated in dust from being stuck in the underworld so long. He dusted himself off as the three men backed away from him, not wanting dust to get on them.

"Thank you." The man said, having gotten all the dust off of him. "And now to continue with the plan. Follow me." He started walking towards the door. He didn't hear any footsteps besides his own, however, and he spun around. The three men were standing right where they had been, eyebrows raised and arms folded across their chests. "Well?"

"Have you forgotten about our deal already monsieur?" Asked the shortest man, his fingers gently resting on the hilt of his sword.

"There are two and a half of us, and one of you. We've got you outnumbered." The young monochromatic man said, looking over his Tommy gun ominously and then looking back up at the Egyptian.

"Hey!" The French general said, offended at the insult to his height. He was about to go on, but the Egyptian man in front of them interrupted him. He rolled his eyes and sighed. "No, I suppose not. Would you gentlemen care to accompany me in taking over the world now? And one of you grab the remaining parts of the tablet form the gateway. Please." The Egyptian man said sarcastically. He rubbed his eyes while he said this, hoping against hope he wouldn't get a headache. Then again, it was these three he was talking about.

The three men nodded. The tallest man who was wearing silver grabbed the remaining parts of the tablet and joined the other three men as they walked down the hall. The shortest man was mumbling something to himself about size and getting a taller hat. Really, how juvenile are these three? How could they have done all that they did while whining and complaining? The Egyptian man thought. Really, Ivan the Terrible calling himself Ivan the 'Awesome'? He glanced back at the man adorned in all silver. And Napoleon still getting caught up on the height thing? Really? He glanced back at the General in the middle- he'd seen plenty of shorter people who didn't complain about being short… of course they had been children. And Al Capone starting the whole dress thing. IT'S A TUNIC! He thought angrily to himself as he glanced at the young monochromatic man. No matter. They had finally reached the office of the Curator.

"What are we doing here, Mr. Egypt?" asked Ivan, who, along with Al and the Emperor, was gazing curiously at all of the objects in the office. "It's Kahmunrah. And what we are doing now is going to the Museum of Natural History in New York." The three men looked astonished as Kahmunrah rifled through the papers that were in a filing cabinet in one corner of the small office. "How? That would take hours, and we ain't got room for all of us AND our men, not even in one of those planes." Al said, not quite sure if he had understood what Kahmunrah was playing at.

"Not now. If the plan succeeds we should be at the museum with all of our men in a month or so. Hopefully less." Kahmunrah continued rifling through papers. "Ah! Here it is!" He exclaimed, pulling out a huge bight red file and plopping it down on the oak desk behind him. It was labeled 'Museum of Natural History, New York, New York' He gazed at another file in the cabinet. "Best take a look at this one, too." He pulled out a dark blue file- this one was much smaller than the last one, however. It was labeled 'Personal contacts'

"What are these for? How are we getting out of here?" Napoleon asked, not quite understanding Kahmunrah's plan.

"These, gentlemen," Kahmunrah gestured to the two files that were on the large oak desk, "Are our ticket out of here. The museum of Natural History will be getting quite a few new exhibits soon." Kahmunrah smirked. The three now understood what his plan was, and smirked evilly. "One of you, make a list of who we do and who we don't want going. Another one of you get some information on the museum, see if you can find the blueprints, and keep them with you if you do. Another one of you find the contact information." He turned to the smaller blue folder. "I'll figure out who we'll need to get to do everything. Now hurry, we only have maybe 2 hours before the sun sets, maybe less." Kahmunrah looked up at the three leaders. Their eyebrows were all raised in a silent question. "Please." Kahmunrah corrected himself. Al, Napoleon, and Ivan looked very pleased with themselves. They nodded and got to work. Al started writing down everyone's names. The list read as follows:

SEND TO MUSUEM OF NATRAL HISTORY IN NEW YORK:

Alphonse Capone and his men.

Kahmunrah and his men.

Ivan the Terrible and his men.

*Frenchie* Napoleon Bonaparte and his men

DON'T SEND TO MUSUEM OF NATRAL HISTORY IN NEW YORK:

Amelia Earhart.

Albert Einstein bobble heads.

The Tuskegee Airmen.

Able the monkey.

General George Custer.

The cherubs.

Orville and Wilbur Wright and their plane.

"I think that's 'bout it." Capone called, handing the sheet of paper to Kahmunrah. "Yes… That seems about it." Kahmunrah said, looking over the sheet.

"I've found the blueprints!" Napoleon called, holding them high up in the air. He sprang up from the chair he had been sitting on, and started to point things out to the other three. "See, here's where the artifacts are brought in." He pointed to the loading dock. "And here's where visitors come in." He pointed at the front entrance. "Terrific." Kahmunrah said, studying the blueprints. There appeared to be 4 floors, but only three of them could be accessed by the public. "We'll be here," Kahmunrah pointed at the storage area, "And my brother's exhibit should be around here." He pointed at one of the exhibits on the second floor marked 'Ancient Egypt'. "All we need to do is sneak up these stairs without anyone noticing." He pointed now to a set of stairs in the very back of the museum.

"I think this is the information you were looking for." Ivan the Terrible held up a sheet of paper that contained the phone number, fax number, and any other number you could think of for the Museum of Natural History. It said at the top the curator was a man by the name of McPhee.

"Wow. That's a really stupid name." Al said bluntly, looking at McPhee's name. "I pity him. I could think of at least a dozen names people must have called him."

Kahmunrah glared at Al. "Lets stay on task, shall we?" Kahmunrah asked, wondering how on earth 'McPhee' would be a name worth making fun over. "Who's got the remaining pieces of the tablet?" Kahmunrah asked, getting ready to put his plan into motion. "That would be me." Ivan pulled out the pieces of the tablet that had been on the gate and tossed them to Kahmunrah, who caught them and set them down on the desk. "Now, here's what's going to happen. I'm going to command the curator of this museum whose name should be inside this file." He held up the small blue folder. He quickly searched though it. "Ah, here we are! Dr. James Fishkin." Kahmunrah paused, while staring at the name. He giggled a bit, then looked up at Mr. Capone. "Nothing?" He asked surprised Al hadn't said anything.

"What?"

"You pity McPhee's name but not James Fishkin's?"

"What's so bad about Fishkin?"

"You can think up of at least a dozen names on the spot that people must have called McPhee, but none for Fishkin?"

"Maybe one or two but…"

Kahmunrah sighed. "Fine." He placed the pieces of the tablet in front of him and put his left hand on them. The tablet glowed, casting warm light on the four men. "Now then." Kahmunrah started saying something in Egyptian, and the tablet pieces began to glow brighter. After about a minute of staring at the tablet and speaking in Egyptian, Kahmunrah lifted his hands and rubbed his eyes, which burned severely.

"What was all that you just said?" Asked the Emperor.

"Basically, I told Mr. Fishkin to follow the instructions on the desk Mr. Capone so kindly wrote out for us." Kahmunrah pulled out the list Al Capone had written out, and placed it on top. "We should be there in a matter of weeks."

The three walked out of the office, Napoleon having put the blueprints under his hat, Kahmunrah having placed the remaining pieces of the tablet in hi Sarcophagus, and Ivan having put the contact info in his pocket. The sun rose just as they were all getting in position.

They all smirked as they thought of what was to come.

The plan was set into motion.

Well that's it! I hope you enjoyed the prologue! I hope I've got their characters down. Please Review, this is my first story and I really want it to be great. No flames, unless you really have to. I hope this wasn't to long or short. Lol. Thanks again, I look forward to hearing what you all have to say.

**As to where I put Frenchie besides Napoleon's name... that was supposed to be crossed out, but I couldn't figure out how to do it. :(

Thanks again!