A/N: I don't know, some random idea I had after watching the third movie. For my readers, I know I should be working on Adventures in Pacworld, but this was already typed up in my iPod, so yeah.

Obviously, I don't own Night at the Museum because this would have been the sequel.

P.S. Night at the Museum came out 2006, that's the year this takes place in, just a few months later maybe and during the summer vacation.

Jolene's POV

"That's Theodore Roosevelt," I stated proudly to my family. "He was the 26th president of our country, a rough rider, the founder of many of the national parks in our country-"

"Blah, blah, blah," my brother Joseph said, rolling his eyes. "History, history, no one cares about history!" I stuck my tongue at him in response, even though it was immature.

"Joseph," Mom scolded him, waving a finger. "You know better than to tease your sister when she says an interesting fun fact."

He rolled his eyes again and crossed his arms. "They're not interesting or fun," he muttered.

Ignoring him, Mom smiled at me and said, "I didn't know that! You really know your history, Jolene." I beamed. I loved praise for my knowledge!

I turned to my other brother, Joshua. "What did you think?" I asked him. He shrugged. Joshua was shy and mute. He usually shrugged when asked his opinion, though he could tell us through sign language, which the entire family learned for him, or writing in his notebook, something he carries with him everywhere.

"You know it'd be nice if you could tell me what you're thinking for once," I told him gently. He just stared at me.

I grabbed a map of the Museum of Natural History and lead my family through the different exhibits, telling them all the facts I knew about each event and character in history.

When we reached the Hall of Miniatures, Joseph finally showed some interest in the dioramas. "Whoa," he gasped. "Those are cool! Romans look like awesome warriors, defeating everyone in their way!"

I sighed at his stupidity. "Romans didn't defeat everyone they ran into," I told him. "They were losing people through plagues, too much taxes, Christianity, and as they were spending more time dealing with their citizens, the Germans could take out many in their army. Many other groups did too, and some were Roman citizens who beat them. And they didn't always fight, you know. They also did architecture and engineering."

"No one asked you, nerd-brain!" he responded.

"I lived with you for ten years," I said to him through gritted teeth. "I can't believe I haven't killed you yet."

"You can't even beat me in arm wrestling!" he mocked. "What are you going to do, educate me to death? Plus, you're a girl!"

"You know how I feel about that stupid stereotype!" I yelled back at him. Gosh, I wanted to hit him so bad, or better yet, strap him to the highest point of the Empire State Building and wait for a lightning storm. Or even better, expose him to lots and lots of gamma rays.

The thing is, I'm a triplet. Joseph, Joshua, and I were all born ten years ago on June 2nd, and we were born with very different personalities. Sometimes, I wished I was just a twin with Joshua. He wouldn't be an annoying, idiotic chatterbox, and we would get along just fine, like every twin I know. They say that we're lucky that we have two other siblings, but I say they're lucky to have only one sibling. Being a triplet is not as fun as you'd think.

"Wouldn't it be awesome if the cowboys here and the Romans there would battle to the death?" Joseph continued his stupid talk. "I totally bet the Romans would win, with their spears and cannons that shoot fireballs."

I placed my hands on my hips. "That would never happen. The Romans lived hundreds of years before cowboys. Plus, Roman cannons never shot fireballs; it was just a steam cannon that shot regular cannonballs." My brother was so stupid at times.

He made a face at me. I just walked over to the bench and sat down, waiting for my parents to finish taking pictures. I pulled out my giant book of presidents to read while I waited. I loved learning new things! It fascinates me to read something I didn't know. I especially love history, knowing what the world was like before our time.

Something was tugging at my short, black hair. I ignored it, trying to sink deeper into the book as I read about Thomas Jefferson. What ever was tugging my bob was pulling harder and harder. Finally, the pain was too much to bear.

"JOSEPH!" I yelled. I turned around to see his smirking face, so I yanked his curly hair in return. It was easy since he liked to keep it a bit longer than a boy should. It abruptly became a game of tug-o-hair. It must've looked like we were trying to rip out each other's hair. Joshua stood at the side, watching nervously as he held his hair protectively in his hands. At least he wasn't annoying to me. If he was, it would be pretty hard to pull his hair, since he kept it really short.

"Joseph Ryan Mullings and Jolene Rebbecca Mullings!" Dad yelled at us. We stopped fighting right away. Dad was a fun, silly guy to be around, but he's serious when he has to be. When he's mad, it's scary to be the one who set off the fuse.

"You two know better than to fight, especially in public!"

We hung our heads low. "Sorry, Dad," we muttered.

"If you do that again, we are leaving this museum right away!" I gasped. This was an amazing museum! Beside me, Joseph laughed. Dad turned to him and said, "If you fight with your sister again, we're throwing away your PlayStation and its games!"

He gasped. "No!" he cried. Mom and Dad already threw away his DS and its games. His PlayStation was all he had left.

The rest of the trip was okay, though Joseph and I didn't speak to each other. I still told my family everything I knew.

"The museum will be closing in five minutes," a lady's voice announced over the speakers.

We went back to the entrance. Dad turned to us and said, "Mom and I are going to use the restroom real quick. Do you three need to go?" The three of us shook our heads. "Well, Jolene, take your brothers back to the hotel. We're going to a party tonight, and we probably won't be back until six or seven in the morning."

They went into the restroom. "Come on, boys," I said to my brothers. "Let's go."

Joshua tapped me urgently on the shoulder. "What is it?" I asked him. He pointed off into the crowd, where I saw a glimpse of Joseph running off. I immediately ran after him. "JOSEPH!" I called. I lost sight of him in the crowd. He was a very fast and agile runner.

I ran through the Africa exhibit, where it was empty. I stopped, out of breath and took a break. "Man, I *pant* need to *pant* exercise," I panted. "Where do you *pant* think he *pant* went, Josh?" No tapping. "Josh?" I turned around. I was all alone.

Aaaaaaaand there you have it! Sorry if the chapter is pretty short. The others should be longer, but I'm not sure. It's hard to tell in the Notes.

Next chapter, you'll be able to see (or read) the point of views of Josh and Joseph. According to my sister and cousin, it's pretty interesting, so take their word for it if you're bored right now. The interesting part begins the next chapter.

I'll probably update this weekly or so, since it's already on my iPod, the whole thing, so yeah.