"Come on."

They all went down to the loading dock to find a lot of wrapped up artifacts. Several gold pieces sat in a small cart…including the Tablet of Ahkmenrah.

"Whoa," Nicky said with a smile as he picked up the gold piece.

"You guys shouldn't be here," Cecil's voice said suddenly.

They all quickly turned around to find the previous night guards walking into the room.

"Give us the tablet, son," Reginald ordered.

"Wait a minute, Nicky," Larry said, protectively stepping in front of the boy. "What are you guys doing?"

"We're not gonna hurt you," Gus said. "Give us the tablet."

"I'm sorry to tell you this, son," Cecil said to Nicky, "but your dad and his friend don't work here anymore. Got fired this morning. Couldn't hack it."

"Dad?" Nicky said crestfallen. "I thought you said you weren't fired."

Larry looked at Nicky and said firmly, "I did, Nicky. They're lying. They're trying to steal that thing. Turn the middle piece, you'll see what we were talking about."

"That is museum property, son," Cecil said. "Give it back."

"Nicky, trust me. Just turn it."

"Give us the tablet!" Gus yelled.

"Nicky? Trust me."

Nicky looked over at Raya and she nodded to show that she agreed with his father. The boy looked down at the tablet and turned the center piece. It began to glow brightly before their eyes, much to Nicky's amazement. Raya didn't know the tablet glowed at sundown. It was pretty cool.

Raya and Larry looked back at the old men and watched as they cracked their joints and appeared to get a little less…elderly.

"Nick? Run. Now," Larry ordered.

Nicky quickly took off back inside the museum.

"Get back here, kid!" Gus yelled as he attempted to go after him.

Larry grabbed him by the shoulders, but Cecil grabbed Larry and flung him to the ground with strength that far surpassed his age.

"Bad idea, Larry," he said with a smirk.

"You wanna dance, hot dog?" Gus yelled. "You wanna dance?"

"Gus, you're an old man," Larry said. "I don't wanna hurt—" Larry was cut off as Gus punched him in the nose. "Ooh! Ow!" Gus punched him again on the cheek, leaving behind a slight cut.

"You see, Larry, a few years into the job, the three of us realized that, like everything else in this museum, we got new life at night," Cecil explained. "Sundown to sunrise, we felt young again."

Cecil delivered a spin-kick to Larry's stomach and sent him crashing to the ground.

"Okay. Did not see that coming," Larry groaned.

"Gave us an energy boost," Reginald smiled.

"And to think I called you all sweethearts," Raya said bitterly.

She went straight for Cecil, but he punched her hard in the face and sent her on the ground next to Larry.

"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to hit a girl?"

Cecil smirked as he knelt down next to them. "We love the nightlife, you two. So when we found out they were gonna fire us, we had to steal the tablet."

"Everyone knows you both need the money," Reginald added. "College student like yourself?"

"Add the stuff we planted in your places, pretty obvious you two committed the crime."

"How did you get into my dorm room?" Raya cried. "The security is crazy."

"You'd be surprised how easy it is to copy a college ID card. Take care of those cuts." He looked up at his companions. "Come on, guys. Let's go find that kid."

Gus hopped up onto one of the crates in the room. "Sweet dreams, cupcake!"

"No!" Larry screamed.

"Pile driver!"

He hopped off the crate and landed on Larry's back. When Raya tried to get up, he kicked her in the stomach and they both resumed their place on the ground.

"Let's get our tablet."

Raya flipped over so that she was on her back. "I officially hate those guys," she gasped. "Are you okay?"

"My ego is a little bruised. You?"

"I think I'll survive."

"Come on. We gotta find Nicky before they do."

The two of them painfully got up off the ground and ran through the museum looking for Larry's son.

"Thank you very much. We'll take it from here," they heard Cecil say.

"Nicky!" Larry cried as he ran around the corner.

Cecil flipped him over and stole his keys in the process. Then Reginald turned Raya around and forced her arm painfully behind her back while Gus stole her own set of keys. Once they were both robbed of their keys, Reginald tossed Raya into the tomb with Larry and Nicky.

"Just in time, you two," Cecil smirked. "We were just locking up."

"Sleep tight, hotshots," Gus said with a laugh.

"You won't get away with this," Raya growled.

Cecil held up the tablet. "I think we already have. Let's grab everything we can fence. I don't know about you, but I'm planning on a long retirement."

All three of them ran to the gate.

"Teddy!" Larry called. "Teddy, if you're out there, we need you, pal!"

"Someone call my name?" Teddy smiled as he rode up on his horse.

"Whoa," Nicky smiled.

"Theodore Roosevelt, at your service."

"Teddy, can you get us out of here?" Larry asked desperately.

"Can't do it, man. This is your moment. For both of you."

"Will you save the lectures, please? We're not you. Okay? We didn't build the Panama Canal. We weren't president of the United States! We need some help. Come on."

"Actually…" Teddy sheepishly removed his glasses. "I never did any of those things. Teddy Roosevelt did. I was made in a mannequin factory in Poughkeepsie. I never shot a wild beast. I'm not even brave enough to tell that beautiful woman I love her. But you…both of you…you gotta finish the job this time. You can't quit. I'm made of wax, Larry. What are you two made of?"

Teddy began riding off.

"Whoa, whoa!" Larry yelled. "Wait a minute! That's all you got for us?"

"That's it!"

The three of them frantically turned around to find the jackal guards looking at them angrily for disturbing the tomb.

Raya looked back at the sarcophagus. It shook again as the person trapped inside screamed and yelled. It hurt her to hear it just as much as it did the first night. His yelling didn't sound angry. It sounded desperate.

"That's it," Larry muttered. "Come on." He grabbed Nicky and they all ran past the jackals. "Duck!" They just barely avoided being hit by the jackals' spears. "Go over there!"

Nicky ran behind the pillar on the left side of the room. Larry and Raya quickly shoved the stone slab off the sarcophagus.

"Guess this day is coming sooner than we thought," Raya told him.

Larry took out the pins on the sarcophagus that held it shut. As soon as the second pin was out, the lid of the sarcophagus was forcefully flung into the wall. The mummy slowly sat up from the sarcophagus.

"Hey. Hi. How you doing?" Larry said quickly. "Um, sorry to bother you, but, uh, your guys there? Your jackal guys? Do you think you could actually ask them to back off, please? We're not trying to hurt you, and I think they think we are. Do you think you could possibly do it, like, NOW?"

The mummy turned to the jackals and yelled something in what Raya presumed was Egyptian. The jackals immediately got on one knee and placed their fists over their chests in respect.

"Thank you," Larry breathed. "Nicky. Thank you."

The mummy slowly turned back to them. Larry backed up against the pillar as the mummy began to rise out of the sarcophagus with angry yells and shouts.

"Dad?" Nicky said nervously.

He grabbed onto his father's arm while Raya put her arms around the young boy protectively. Maybe the mummy's yells hadn't actually been as desperate as she thought.

The mummy started to undo the wrapping on its head, and Raya tensed up significantly, really not wanting to see anything resembling Imhotep from The Mummy.

Finally, the wrappings came off and the pharaoh inside coughed, releasing a large cloud of dust.

"You would not believe how stuffy it is in there," he said, revealing that he had a British accent.

Raya was in utter disbelief. He was…cute. Like…more than cute. He was downright hot. She hadn't seen that one coming.

"How come you speak English?" Nicky asked.

"I went to Cambridge University," the 'mummy' answered.

"You went to Cambridge?" Larry said in surprise.

"I was on display in the Egyptology Department." He turned to face them all. "I am Ahkmenrah, fourth king of the fourth king, ruler of the land of my fathers."

"Uh, I'm, uh, Larry…son of Milton, and, uh, this is my son, Nick. And this is our friend, Raya…daughter of…"

"Aaron," Raya finished, unable to take her eyes off the pharaoh.

"Right. And we hail from Brooklyn. Well, I do. I mean, he comes out and stays with me on Wednesdays…and every other weekend." Ahkmenrah looked at him in confusion. "That was the, uh, custody agreement that we had."

"Larry, Nick, Raya, guardians of Brooklyn, I am forever in your debt. Now bestow the tablet upon me, so that I may assume command of my kingdom." He held his hand out to them for the tablet.

"Oh, yes," Larry said awkwardly. "Okay, the tablet. We would love to bestow it upon you, but we don't actually…have it."

Ahkmenrah's eyes narrowed and for a second, Raya worried that their fears were going to come true.

But instead of doing anything harmful to them, Ahkmenrah ordered his jackals to bust down the gate that locked them in. Meanwhile, he undid the rest of his wrapping and changed into his pharaoh robes. Raya tried to ignore how handsome he looked in them and how much it revealed his beautiful tan skin and his incredible abs.

She was such a terrible night guard…

"Thanks, guys," Larry said to the jackals. "Don't worry. We'll watch out for him!" The jackals put their hands to their chests in respect and Larry did some kind of poor imitation of that. "Thank you."