Hi again! I apologize for going MIA. There's been a lot going on. Stupid school. ANYWHO, it's come to my attention that in my stupidity, I've failed to mention I don't own Night at the Museum 1 or 2. So…

I DO NOT OWN NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM 1 OR 2. ALTHOUGH I WISH I DID BECAUSE THERE WOULD BE SOOOO MUCH MORE OF THE VILLANS AND LESSER CHARACTERS.

Yep. That applies for all of the chapters, because you know I'll forget later. :D

Also, I REALLY must stress this: PLEASE REVIEW!

Constructive Criticism, Comments, Suggestions, Flames, whatever. I just want to make this story the best it can be. Help me out! Please and thanks.

And now, without further adieu, Chapter 4! :D


Teddy and Larry continued walking away from the party.

"I'm sure you'll be able to figure something out, Lawrence." Teddy said. "It seems like you care for the girl. Now that you've got your job here back-"

"Moxie."

"Hmm?" Teddy asked, a bit confused. They stopped right next to a bright orange poster.

"Moxie. That's what she called it. After I told her I left my job here, she said I'd lost my moxie." He smiled weakly. "I guess I got it back now."

"I would say you do, Mr. Daley."


Amelia paused in front of the stairs. She took a deep breath to calm herself, and silently pushed it open. The music was blasting, sending shivers down her spine. She never knew music could even go that loud. She shook it off- she would have to find out how on earth they could do that.

She stealthily slid behind a bright orange poster and peeked out from behind it. Was that… It was! Mr. Daley! She smiled wide- she had hoped she'd see him here. And was that… ah, that was the Theodore Roosevelt he had mentioned back at the Smithsonian. Amelia looked Larry over. He looked exactly the same except for one thing- his uniform. The words on the side said "Museum of Natural History". He went back to working here? The two started walking closer. She ducked once again behind the poster, not wanting him to see her- not just yet, anyhow. The two drew ever closer, and Amelia had to hold her breath just so they wouldn't hear her, but her heart beating in her ears was so loud, she was sure the entire museum could hear.

"Hmm?" The president asked. He sounded a bit confused.

"Moxie. That's what she called it." Amelia felt her heart flutter. They were talking about her! "After I told her I left my job here, she said I'd lost my moxie." He gave a weak smile. "I guess I got it back now." Amelia knew this was it. She stepped from out behind the poster, hands on hips, smile wide.

"I would say you do, Mr. Daley."


Larry and Teddy were speechless. Larry's eyes grew wide. "Amelia!" He cried. He ran up to her, and for a minute everything seemed to go in slow motion. They hugged, never wanting to let go.


"Amelia?" Jedediah groggily asked from the front desk. "God, I knew I was drunk, but this is to much."* He rubbed his eyes, but she was still there, hugging Larry.

"Hey Gigantor!" Jed called. Larry unwillingly turned around. "Yeah Jed?" He asked.

"Is that who I think it is, or em I drunker than I thought I was?" He asked groggily.

"Well it depends. Who do you think it is?" Larry asked, smiling. The woman bit back a laugh.

"Amelia, the crazy gal from the Smith." At this, many of the exhibits turned around to look at Jed. The music turned down a bit. Jed turned his head.

"Hey, you guys aren't drunk, tell me somethin'. Is that Amelia?" Jed pointed to Larry and the women standing next to him. She smiled and waved. There were gasps from nearly everyone. "Amelia!" They all cried, and rushed over to her.

"Hey Oct. Oct buddy." Jed whispered as he shook his roman friend. Octavius groaned and sat up slightly. "What?" He replied, annoyed. His head throbbed and he was feeling a bit sick to his stomach. "That crazy gal from the Smith is here."

"What?"

"Yeah, take a look." Jed helped Octavius to his feet, and they watched as Amelia talked with everyone.

"What on earth…"

"Don't ask me partner, I'm just as confused as you are."


Kahmunrah ran his hands across the golden tablet. His eyes sparkled evilly, thinking of all the great things he was going to do with his new power. "Can I see?" Al Capone asked, startling Kahmunrah. Apparently he had gotten over the fear of the Anubis guards unlike Napoleon or Ivan and had been gazing at the tablet just like Kahmunrah. "No, of course you cannot see." Kahmunrah replied exasperatedly. He turned once again to the tablet.

"You forgot about the deal already?" Capone asked, eyebrows raised. "Look who's going back to the Underworld boys!" Capone cried. His men chuckled and smirked. Kahmunrah rolled his eyes. "Fine! You can see it." Kahmunrah exclaimed. He was starting to rethink the idea of getting out of the Underworld was so good. He held the tablet so Capone could also see it. This however, was not exactly what he had in mind.

"Come on, I wanna hold it!"

"No!" Kahmunrah yelled, holding the tablet high in the air so that Capone couldn't reach. He had only about a centimeter or two on the American, however, and he jumped up to get it.

"Give it here!"

"No!"

The two struggled for a bit, as the tablet passed between them. Every time one of Kahmunrah's or Al's men attempted to get involved, either they were to worried they'd miss and hit their leader, or they were kicked accidentally during the fight. Napoleon and Ivan pryed their eyes off the wary guards to watch the fight unfold. Behind them, their Russian and French soldiers were silently making bets on the outcome of the fight.

Finally, Al managed to jump up and hit the tablet out of Kahmunrah's hands, sending it clattering to the floor.

"You idiot!" Kahmunrah cried out in horror. He snatched the tablet up quickly. Al looked puzzled. "What?" He asked.

"Don't you think that after 3,000 years, my brother might have a connection with this thing? Oh gods, I guarantee he knows we're up here now. The last person I want to see right now…" Al didn't have the chance to respond, for they heard the loud pattering of people rushing up the staircase.

"Why me?" Kahmunrah muttered to himself.


Amelia beamed as everyone who had been at the Smithsonian ran up to her and Larry. They bombarded her with questions so quickly she couldn't make a single one out. She laughed.

"Calm down, clam down, you're all jumbling together!" After a few more excited remarks, they all calmed down. Larry turned to Amelia.

"How… why… when… what… why are you here?" Larry finally managed to spit out. Amelia smiled at his confusion. "I've just woken up Mr. Daley, how should I know? I was just downstairs, in some crate, when I broke out and came up here." Larry shook his head. How could all this be possible?

Then a thought struck him. "Ahk! Hey Ahk!" Larry called out to his Egyptian friend. Ahkmenrah strode over. "Yes Larry? Who is this?" He asked curiously, glancing at Amelia.

"This is Amelia Earhart, Ahk. She was one of the exhibits we got to help fight your brother and his friends. Amelia, Ahkmenrah. Ahkmenrah, Amelia."

Ahkmenrah turned to Amelia and kissed her hand politely. "An honor Ms. Earhart." Amelia smiled and nodded. Ahk now turned back to Larry, shaking his head. "But as I have told you Larry, there must be some misunderstanding. My brother would never try to rule the world."

All of the exhibits sighed in exasperation. "Ahk, you have to face it. Amelia was there, along with all of us."

Amelia nodded. "Your brother is certainly the Crackpot!"

"He almost killed me!" Jed shouted from the desk.

Larry sighed. "Your brother-" Larry was interrupted by a loud clanging sound from upstairs. Everyone turned to look up at the large marble staircase leading up to the second floor.

"Rexy?" Jedediah suggested. Rexy poked his head in from the corridor next to them, his head tilted in confusion at the sound of his name. They shook their heads.

"Nick?" Sacagawea thought aloud. "No, he couldn't come tonight, remember? He's staying with his mom." Larry said confused.

Ahkmenrah let out a small gasp. His eyes grew wide as everyone turned to face him. "My tablet!" He exclaimed. He had felt an odd tingling feeling since the moment he heard that noise, and now he knew why. Everyone else's eyes also grew wide. The miniatures hopped onto Larry quickly, and they rushed up the marble staircase and over to the ancient Egypt exhibit. They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw who was at the other end.

"Kahmunrah!"


"Kahmunrah!" Shouted an all to familiar voice.

"Oh gods…" Kahmunrah said, rubbing his temples. Ahkmenrah ran up to his brother.

What Ahkmenrah did next shocked everyone in the room… except Kahmunrah, of course.

He hugged him.


Not really sure if I like this chapter… but you tell me what you think. Although, I personally love the ending. XD

* I thought I'd mention my theories on the miniatures getting drunk… I think that they probably wouldn't be drunk very long, considering they're so small. That's why they were able to come to their senses so quick. But I don't know, I'm probably wrong.

And I haven't forgotten about everyone in the basement, don't worry. :)

Thanks again to my wonderful reviewers. You all rock!