I'm super sad that the Night at the Museum series is over! D:
In honor of such an event I decided to write this fanfic, starting off in Battle of the Smithsonian.
Please, Read&Review, Fav&Follow and enjoy!
"Brooklyn Clyde, you're a History major at New York University, interned at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Museum of Modern Art, New-York Historical Society, and plan on interning at the Museum of the City of New York in the future. You know American History like it's the back of your hand." Mr. McPhee placed the resume back on his desk, a grin of absolute joy splayed on his face. "I don't see why I shouldn't choose you, you seem like one of our most promising interns, yet! …Well, welcome aboard, Ms. Clyde."
The 5' 10" brunette, sitting on the other side of McPhee's desk, smiled brightly, her hazel eyes sparkling with excitement, as any eager student would.
"Please, call me Bonnie." The girl insisted.
"Bonnie?" Mr. McPhee tested the name out for himself. "Little odd for the name Brooklyn, isn't it?"
Brooklyn let out a light giggle, "I know, it was a nickname from grade school that just stuck, wouldn't you believe?"
"Bonnie Clyde," Mr. McPhee chuckled. "Like the thieves Bonnie and Clyde."
Brooklyn's grin faltered for only a split second before she restored the pleasant smile on her face.
"Yes, exactly."
"In other news, it has just come to our attention that the break in last week at the New York Historical Society has resulted in the stealing of multiple priceless art pieces-" Mr. McPhee's gaze turned to the small television in his office that he forgot to turn off. He quickly reached for the remote and turned the news off.
"Terribly sorry about that," Mr. McPhee said before clearing his throat. "An awful tragedy that is, isn't it?"
"It is indeed." Brooklyn agreed, obviously unparsed by this news.
"Anyways, let's see," Mr. McPhee opened a small black binder next to his elbow and fingered through it quickly. "I actually have a job you could do tonight, if you don't mind."
"The sooner the better, sir." Brooklyn piped up happily.
"That's the can-do attitude we need around here!" Mr. McPhee slammed the binder closed and stood up from his desk. Brooklyn quickly stood up along with him and met his outstretched hand with hers. "I need you to document and inventory the incoming and out going collections. We have a most of our collection leaving to be stored in the archives of the Smithsonian and have some new technology moving in. Here's the list of the collections, I'll need you to follow the men moving the collection and make sure all of the exhibits are there before they leave in the morning."
Brooklyn took the list from the curator and nodded eagerly. "Right-o, sir. Is there anything else I should be aware of before I get to work?"
Mr. McPhee started to stuff files into his satchel as he replied to her, "Ah, yes, actually, I'll need you to keep the loading dock open so the movers can get to the trucks faster. Don't worry about closing it, the night guard will do that."
"Fantastic." Brooklyn tucked the piece of paper away and shook the man's hand once again. "I'll get started right away, sir."
"Great," Mr. McPhee led the way out of his office. "Let me know if you need anything."
Brooklyn nodded and turned to the large wooden boxes. She examined the opened boxes as she began checking things off on the paper, one of the more boring tasks she's had to do, but it was something.
Out of the corner of her eye she took notice of Mr. McPhee speaking with a man with thick dark hair and a dark suit. Brooklyn raised an eyebrow; she recognized the man's face as the one of Larry Daley, the CEO of Daley devices.
A sudden buzzing noise erupted in Brooklyn's pocket. She flinched, surprised, and quickly snuck off to take the call.
"Gio." Brooklyn whispered harshly. "What the hell."
"You in yet, babe?"
Brooklyn sighed, "Yea, yea I am. Don't worry about anything, I got this all under control."
"What name did you give 'em this time?" he asked.
"Bonnie Clyde." Brooklyn smirked to herself. "He thought it was the most hilarious thing too."
She could hear Gio's laugh loud and clear on the other line.
"Alright, I'm just about to meet the buyers for those art pieces we nabbed last week." Gio informed his partner. "You sure you can get that tablet on your own? This Cecil guy seemed like he'd give what ever it takes to get his hands on it."
"I told you, Gio, I got this." Brooklyn muttered as she wandered up to the Egyptian exhibit. Down the hallway was the piece of art she had been meaning to get all along. She knew she couldn't go for it yet, she had to make sure the coast was clear first and she had a clear get away.
"Alright, babe," Gio said. "Good luck."
Brooklyn hung up her phone and huffed, "Yea, like I'll need it."
She quickly turned tail and headed back to the loading dock to open the doors. As she opened the doors the movers quickly greeted her as they rushed in and started to gather the boxes. Brooklyn watched as the crew did their job and she marked off the last box on her list.
As the crew worked on loading the boxes into the giant crate Brooklyn snuck away once again. She planned on nabbing the tablet while the crew was at work in hopes they would be blamed for her antics.
She finally came upon the Egyptian exhibit, and just as she turned to walk down the hallway something caught her eye.
Well, something that wasn't there caught her eye.
The tablet.
It was gone.
"Shit." Brooklyn cursed and made a run back to the loading dock. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!"
The case was still open and filled with the crates of the out going collections. It must have accidentally gotten put in one of the boxes.
Brooklyn lifted herself into the case and ducked behind one of the boxes. She slid the case open, only to find Sacagawea, no tablet.
The next box.
No tablet.
Next one.
No tablet.
"Come on!" Brooklyn hissed under her breath as she sifted through the Styrofoam peanuts, only finding little cowboy figurines.
SLAM!
Brooklyn whirled around; the doors had been closed and locked…
With her still inside.
"SHIT!" Brooklyn shouted this time. She was screwed. So freaking screwed.
Brooklyn ran up to the doors, slamming her fists on the metal. "Hey! Hey! Anyone out there?!"
She came to a quick conclusion that no one could hear her and decided not to waste her breath, for all she knew she might need it.
"Well, this is gonna be awhile." She muttered. "Might as well keep looking."
Two hours into the trip Brooklyn took notice of the change of mobility, they were flying now, and she had an awful feeling in her stomach that she'd have a hard time explaining to her partner how she got stuck in Washington D.C.
Brooklyn grabbed one of the last small boxes under the miniatures and opened it.
"HA!" Brooklyn cheered. The damn monkey was clinging to the tablet…. why was the monkey clinging to the tablet?
She reached into the box to take the tablet, but the monkey was stuck to it. Her eyebrows furrowed as she grasped one hand to the monkey and the other to the tablet, determined to separate the two, but it wouldn't budge.
Brooklyn glared at the monkey for a moment in hopes that it would just fall off. She didn't want to be seen carrying both the tablet and the monkey out in the open. Why wouldn't the damn thing just let go!?
All of a sudden the monkey's eyes glazed over. Brooklyn blinked repeatedly. Did the thing just blink?
She narrowed her eyes once more and brought the monkey closer to her face.
"What the-"
The monkey looked up at Brooklyn and screeched at the tops of it's lungs. Brooklyn dropped the monkey and tablet like a hot rock and screamed in terror.
"WHAT THE FU-"
All at once the other statues in the other boxes burst from the cases and the shouting and screaming ensued. Brooklyn whirled around in circles, taking in the beings in the box as best she could, trying to make sense of it all.
Evidently, it was just too overwhelming.
Brooklyn let out one last scream, silencing everyone, and she blacked out.
Sacagawea went to the fallen stranger's aide, leaving the others to look on.
"Ok, who the hell is that?" Jed shouted from his box.
