Well, the first one turned out rather well, so I figured, what the heck? Why not make a sequel. Another reason for tihs story, was that I wanted to complete one more major story before December 19, wen Night at the Museum: Secret of the Tomb, comes out. That way I have room for plenty of new ideas!

Also, one WARNING: In this story, at least the first part, Jedediah acts a little out of character. Don't worry; I know his personality, and the reasons for the way he acts are revealed later. I've found that his off character personality is angering some readers, so I would like to make it clear that it's part of the story. I know he is not weak hearted and what not, so please don't be upset. It all makes sense later.

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It was early, just past 9:00 p.m., and already the exhibits were up and busy. The Huns, who no longer randomly ran around terrorizing people, were helping give the Moi statue, "Dum Dum", some new gum to chew. Teddy Roosevelt and Sacagawea were off enjoying a nice evening walk just outside the museum's premises. Dexter and the other animals were wandering about aimlessly, indulging in whatever activity attracted them...well, except for attacking people and each other. The only exhibits not having a good evening, were the miniatures. A loud uproar from their hall supported that statement.

"Get down!" Jedediah cried, ducking behind his friend's shield as a barrage of arrows swept down upon them. When they ceased, the two took off running to the bench, and collapsed behind it for a moment.

Both were breathing heavily from the run, and they gratefully accepted the momentary rest. While they leaned against the bench, Marcus ran up, looking slightly dazed.

"Sir..." He said, stumbling slightly.

Octavius rose, righting him. "Marcus? Are you alright?"

"Yes...sir..."

Both Roman general and cowboy frowned and exchanged a worried glance. "Marcus, you should lie down," Octavius said, carefully easing his friend/second in command into a sitting position against the bench.

"But...sir...the battle..." Marcus protested.

"Jedediah and I can take care of it. Stay. Put. Jedediah, come on."

"Hey Hairy!" Jedediah yelled over the clash of weapons and barbaric war cries of the Mayans.

"Yeah?" Hairy yelled back, in the process of reloading his pistol.

"Marcus is down and restin' back behind the bench. Can ya guard 'em?"

"Yessssssiiiiiirrrreeee!" Hairy said, running over to the bench and finishing the painstaking cycle of reloading and firing.

As usual, the combined armies of the Romans and cowboys fought efficiently, working together like a well oiled machine, striking down all who opposed them. But they had an interesting battle strategy; instead of killing the enemy, the goal was to disable them. A broken arm or leg did the trick, as did a bang on the head. But the battle was getting to the point were sooner or later, they'd have to pull the plug on enemy.

Larry had told them to be patient with the Mayans, and that they meant no real harm. But Larry seemed to forget the harm that was involved in raiding farms and buildings with weapons and attacking people who simply wondered too far from their exhibit. Even the larger inhabitants were frightened by the Mayans, who barraged anything tat came within range of their arrows. War was inevitable. As for peace, Larry might as well keep on dreaming.

"Jedediah look out!" Octavius yelled, epicly throwing his shield like a sideways frisbee, catching the speeding arrow.

Jedediah caught it, and tossed it back. "Thanks Octavius! I didn't even see that one comin'!"

"Exactly! So pay attention!"

Suddenly, the ground began to shake, and the fighting abruptly stopped. They all new who it was. The Mayans, who seemed to enjoy hit and run battles before the giant showed up, disbanded back to their exhibit, and tried to act as if it had been THEY who had been attacked. As if.

"Hey!" Larry shouted, appalled by the mess he saw. When he spotted the two leaders, he picked them up. "Why are you fighting again?"

"Look, Gigantor," Jedediah said, trying to keep his cool. "they attacked us first."

"It was self-defense, my liege." Octavius added in. "I do not very much appreciate having my people ambushed."

"Same here."

"Look, guys, they can't really be doing that much harm..."

"Harm? Harm! Ya wanna know harm, Gigantor?"

"Jedediah, calm down," Octavius said soothingly, placing his hand comfortingly on his shoulder.

"No! I have every right 'ta not be calm now!" Jedediah shouted, swiping his hand away. "Listen here Gigantor. Somethin's gotta be done 'bout those Mayans. Every night, my men come home complaining that they've been attacked by half-naked painted men runin' 'round with spears! I don't appreciate it! Do somethin' about it, or I will."

Both Roman and night guard were slightly startled by Jedediah's outburst. Sure, Octavius understood the apprehension his friend felt, and he was just as upset about it as the cowboy. Still, he didn't find running around and yelling about problems the right way to fix things.

"Jedediah, could you go check on Marcus for me?" He asked.

Jedediah sighed. "Anythin' 'ta get away from here." He mumbled, jumping out of Larry's hand when it was laid on the floor.

As he walked away, grumbling about something, Larry lifted his hand again for he had something important to tell the Roman general.

"I apologize about that," Octavius said, slightly embarrassed. "we are both greatly troubled by the Mayan Empire, and have wanted to discus it with you. But not by shouting."

"That's alright, Octavius, it's really no big deal. I actually want to talk to you."

Octavius gazed up at Larry, slightly curious. "What must you say?"

"Well, remember last time you had a new edition to your empire?"

Octavius immediately frowned, and the look of fear and rage in his eyes alerted Larry to the fact that he'd brought up a touchy subject."I do remember...unfortunately. Though I try to forget."

Larry smiled slightly, and continued. "Well, in exchange for Nero and the other two, I've gotten you two more."

Octavius frowned. "Why?" He asked. "I am perfectly happy with the people I know."

"Hear me out, Octavius. You know these two."

"Really? Who are they?"

Larry frowned. "I can't remember exactly, but I read up on their history. You worked with them once."

Octavius thought of all the people he'd known, but couldn't think of who these two could be.

"Well, you should go now,"

"You are right. I should. Thank you, Larry."

As soon as Octavius stepped out of Larry's palm, Jedediah ran over, a horrified look on his face.

"Jedediah? Are you alright?"

Jedediah stopped before him, grabbed his arm, and dragged him along. "No time for an explanation," He panted, slightly happy Octavius was running for himself now.

"What is wrong?"

"There's somethin' wrong with Marcus."

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Like the first, this story has historical facts and characters as well. Like last time, I'll let you know who and what is fact, and fiction.