While continuing on my TMNT story, I'd like to include this NatM story as well! I've recently watched the third and final movie for it and I loved it very much! I hope this interests you! I just couldn't help but start a fanfiction for it.

Octavius blinked.

He lowered his sword and blinked again.

"My Liege!"

Turning his stiff neck, Octavius looked down to his people and saw one of his men hold up their sword to him.

"We have been awoken once more!" The tiny man announced with a smile.

Octavius returned the smile and raised his sword as well. "The tablet is back!" He shouted widening his grin and the crowd of his people cheered. "Let us rejoice and be merry with our fellow...!" His words dwindled as he looked out upon the museum and noticed that things weren't quite the way he had remembered.

This certainly wasn't the museum he remembered.

"General," another recruit of his vast army spoke up from the crowd as they all looked over their new dwelling, "shall we send out the scouts?"

Octavius was staring across the hall at where the Mayan Civilization once stood. Not only was the display gone but the whole reconstruction of the building was altered. He saw a diorama with two men in strange bulky white suits and large bulbous helmets wandering around on top of a gray rocky surface. One of them held a flag and tried to stick it in the surface while the other was heading toward their ship, trying to open the door. To the right of them was another diorama of a jungle that was infested with strange creatures. Noticing that one of the creatures looked like a fleshy Rex, Octavius understood this display was of a dinosaur world.

"My Liege?"

Octavius blinked again and looked down at his people. "Send the scouts. Bring reports of our new whereabouts immediately."

"Right away!" Seven men rallied up and took to the museum as Octavius came to the edge of his diorama and peered as far as he could to try and see down the hall. "He should be right there." He murmured to himself, feeling a rock form inside of his stomach. In place of the Wild West was...just a hallway; an entrance to their exhibit. His eyes continued to scan and he saw his people climbing up a bench in the center of the room.

"Yeehaw!"

Octavius spun around, starring down the opposite side of the room. His lungs filled with joy as he noticed in the back was the Wild West diorama. "Jedediah!" He grinned. He couldn't see his friend and he was certain that the excited shout came from someone much stockier than his friend but just to see the display gave Octavius a sense of familiarity. He would find Jedediah at once to speak of this new place together.

Leaving his display with just a little difficulty, Octavius trekked across the vast marble flooring toward the Wild West Display. To his unnerving envy, he couldn't help but notice that Jeremiah's diorama had increased its land size to double that which he remembered. There were more buildings and plenty more inhabitants.

Octavius watched as rope propelled from the display to the floor and several men shimmied down them. No doubt they were scouts as well.

"Octy!"

There was no forgetting that voice! Octavius looked up and saw Jed waving at him before being the last to slide down the rope. "Jed!" He ran to his friend and held out his arms for a hug, in which Jed grabbed one of his hands and pulled Octavius into a side hug with a firm handshake.

"Looks like we've been rounded up and shipped off somewhere new." Jed informed.

"Indeed. My men are searching the area as we speak but I can already gather that this is not the British Museum."

"You got that right. I ain't never been here before, that's fo'sure." Jedediah was staring up and around at the other displays as he spoke, hands on his hips while he took it all in. The other cowboys sauntered over to stare up at the display of an African tribe that was dancing and chanting around a large fire.

"But this does not explain how we came to life. Without the tablet it is impossible." Octavius informed. "And the tablet is with our friend Ahkmenrah in the British museum."

"Well, either something else magical is going on or the pharaoh is here with us."

"With those being our more likely of choices, shall we investigate and find our answer then?" Octavius inquired with a smile. He was up for an adventure and, if the spark in Jed's eyes told him anything, they were about to have one hell of a night.

"That's one small step for a man," The astronaut made a short jump with the flag in his hand. "One giant leap for mankind." He tried to pin the flag into the surface but it would not break so he tried again.

"Magnificent desolation." His comrade stated, bounding over. "Having trouble, Armstrong?"

"Nothing I can't handle, Aldrin." Armstrong tried a last time and the flag stuck in the moon's rocky surface. Feeling proud, Armstrong dusted off his already clean suited hands and looked out.

Aldrin touched the flag pole, steadying it before looking out as well. "A much different view than I anticipated." He mentioned, looking at a group of Roman's standing a top of a bench.

"Houston." Armstrong tapped his wrist communication. "Houston, do you copy."

A screeched caused the astronauts to look up in surprise as a pterodactyl flew in circles above them then swiftly glided toward the Romans and back again to the dinosaur display. "I feel like we've just stepped into the twilight zone."

"Hey Buzz."

Aldrin looked to Armstrong and came closer.

"What are those guys up to?" Armstrong asked, looking over his display at the group of cowboys on the floor. "We should check it out and report back to Houston of our findings."

Aldrin sighed as he follow his comrade toward the edge of the display. "I didn't sign up for this."

Sir Lancelot was racing through the halls of the museum. "Damn it all if he's been left behind!" He cursed, sliding under an elephant walking by then picking back up into a sprint down the hall of strange illusion paintings.

He came to a sign and raised his helmet, reading over the destinations. "Hall of miniatures, wild animal kingdom, hm," He skimmed the words until he came to what he was looking for. "Ancient Egypt!" He ran toward the direction of his prince, praying Ahkmenrah will be safe with his tablet.

Once inside the Ancient Egyptian room, Lancelot came to a halt by Ahkmenrah's tomb and dropped his sword. He proceeded to push the lid off as Ahkmenrah pounded against the lid from the other side. "I am here, my Prince!" Lancelot shoved the lid until Ahkmenrah shot up into a sitting position and looked around with horror. "My Prince-"

"My Father, My Mother!" Ahkmenrah pulled himself out of the tomb and collapsed to the floor; his legs still felt stiff.

Lancelot helped the prince to his feet and gave a regretful account of his latest memories. "My Prince, I do not believe they survived the fire." He was shoved away by Ahkmenrah and watched as his prince stumbled over to the tablet and pulled it from the wall. His stumbling seemed to be more out of grief than the stiffness of his legs and so Sir Lancelot only watched with a little empathy and a lot of sympathy. To much of his honest opinion, he was mostly still grateful to have the Prince safe; but that was an opinion he would not express aloud.

"No!" Ahkmenrah gripped the tablet close to his chest and dropped to his knees. "Noo!"

Lancelot put his helmet on to cover his face as he came over to the Pharaoh. "If memory serves best, I do recall that they saved your life." That was something Lancelot was unable to do at that moment and for this he was eternally grateful toward the past Pharaoh and Queen.

"Is that suppose to make me feel better?" Ahkmenrah asked rhetorically as he bowed his head, hugging the tablet. "Forgive me if it does not. Once reunited with my family, I assumed that we would spend many a moons together." Ahk's shoulder's shook as he cried slightly. "My father created that tablet so that we could all spend eternity together. Instead, I spent over 50 years locked inside of my tomb...and then only four years with my family?" He tossed the tablet and it hit the ground, skidding to the farthest wall. "How is that fair! Tell me!" He shouted, covering his face with his hands.

"It is not fair, my Prince." Lancelot looked to the tablet then sighed and raised his helmet. "We've had many acts of injustice come about us as of late. The death of our night guard seems to have been the starting point. And that, I regretfully say, was my fault."

Ahk felt Lancelot's hand on his shoulder but he shrugged it off and instead rested against the wall of hieroglyphs.

Lancelot continued his awkward and unnecessary apology anyways. "Had she not been torn to pieces by that giant snake demon, we would have fared most wonderfully in our museum. Instead, havoc wreaked through the halls at night and at day there was even more chaos. And so I apologize, My Prince. The fire of Pompeii was unattended and the result caused the death of so many and our relocation to this new kingdom."

Ahk closed his eyes and Lancelot bristled at the ignored apology. He looked aside and walked over to the tablet, picking it off the ground. "I shall map out our new whereabouts and come back quickly before dawn to give you news of this strange territory."

Ahk held himself and opened his eyes to stare at the hieroglyphs on the wall beside his head. "It would be best to find the night watchman." He said quietly, tears still falling from his face. "If you find the guard, bring him to me. I shall explain things to him."

Lancelot didn't think it was a very good idea for Ahkmenrah to be explaining things to anyone, especially their new guard. He always saw Ahk as a flower of some sorts and everything associated with such things; beautiful, gentle, kind and weak. Right now, Ahk was a withering flower who's petals drooped in a sorrow that seemed endless.

Picking up his sword from beside Ahk's tomb, Lancelot sheathed it and continued toward the exit of the Ancient Egyptian room. "Take rest, my Prince." He said farewell and entered the vast museum to find this new night guard.