Jeremy and Mr. Wogglebug were heading up to the left to find the Camelot exhibit when suddenly Jeremy felt something leap onto his back. Then he heard a raspy voice hiss in his ear, "Where is he? Have you seen him?"

He looked over his shoulder and found himself looking into the grotesque face of a humanoid looking creature with greenish skin and huge bulging eyes and sharp teeth. Alarmed, he shook it off of him as he exclaimed, "Who are you? And what do you want from me?"

The creature stood up and replied, "I am Smeagol, and I want my precious!'

"Your precious what?" asked Jeremy.

"My precious ring!" Smeagol said loudly. "That is why I'm looking for him!"

"For who?" asked Jeremy.

"For Bilbo, of course!" said Smeagol. "Have you seen him? He's a hobbit."

"No, I don't think I have," replied Jeremy. "I'll let you know if I find him though."

"He was last seen with Ghandalf the Gray in the left highest room," said Smeagol. "A very powerful wizard."

"A powerful wizard? I wonder if maybe he could decipher this Tablet for us," Jeremy wondered.

"Weren't we on our way just now to see Merlin?" inquired Mr. Wogglebug.

"Oh yeah," said Jeremy. "Well, maybe we could ask them both for help."

"I don't know about that," Mr. Wogglebug said dubiously. "After all, it's not a good idea to mix magics. It could be dangerous."

"Well, at this rate I'm willing to risk anything," said Jeremy.

Then then found their way up to the Camelot exhibit where they saw King Arthur with Queen Guinevere but they didn't see Merlin anywhere.

They approached the two English monarchs and Mr. Wogglebug took off his hat and bowed to them and then asked, "Please, Your Majesties, can you tell us where your magician Merlin is?"

"Why yes," replied King Arthur. "He is just now in the second room to the right. I expect he is just now having a conference with another great wizard who calls himself Ghandalf. He came by here a while ago and he and Merlin were interested in each other."

"Ah, I see," said Mr. Wogglebug. "Well, thank you, Your Majesties."

Then Jeremy and Mr. Wogglebug hurried into the second room on the right. There they found Merlin along with Ghandalf. The two ancient and long bearded wizards were sitting across from each other at an old-fashioned desk and seemed to be arguing passionately about something that was incomprehensible to them. They figured it was about some ancient magic spells.

They quickly approached them and Mr. Wogglebug cleared his throat to get their attention and when they stopped speaking and turned to look questioningly at them he said, "We are very sorry to interrupt your conferencing, good sirs. But we have a most serious problem on our hands at the moment. You see, there are these four villains downstairs who are planning to take over the world unless we can figure this out." He then showed them the Tablet with the ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics on it.

Merlin picked up the Tablet and looked at it closely and then gasped as he exclaimed in awe, "Oh my word! This is the one and only ancient Tablet of Ahkmenrah of Egypt! It is meant to keep dead things alive, and to bring life to non-living things. And it also changes the shape and size of things."

"Yes, we know that," said Mr. Wogglebug. "What we want to know is if there is any spell within it that can defeat the four villains and save the world while keeping this museum still in one piece."

"Oh my, yes, indeed there is such a spell!" said Merlin. "It's a spell that can eliminate life from something and turn it to wax."

"That sounds like what we want," said Jeremy. "Especially since everything around here is already made of wax. No offense."

"So, how does this spell work?" asked Mr. Wogglebug.

"It's very simple," Merlin. "We just have to turn the Tablet squares counter-clockwise so that the fish comes before the beetle but after the island, and..."

Ghandalf suddenly interrupted him and snatched the Tablet out of his hands. He looked at it and exclaimed with indignation, "No, you old fool! That is all wrong! Completely wrong! Don't you see it must be the beetle before the island and then after the fish!"

Merlin scowled in annoyance and said, "No, you're the one who is completely wrong, you old fool! I know I am right about this. I have spent years studying in ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics! So I know what I am talking about!"

"Well, that may be!" said Ghandalf, "but it just so happens that I have dedicated my whole life to studying and deciphering the arts of ancient symbols and the proper combinations for them used in spells such as this. So now if you don't mind..."

"As a matter of fact, I do mind!" Merlin yelled. "Now hand that back!"

Then the two old wizards began fighting over the Tablet, pulling it to and from each other all the while shouting at each other incomprehensibly.

Jeremy looked at Mr. Wogglebug and said in despair, "A fine pair they are for helping us! You were right about it being a bad idea to mix magics."

Mr. Wogglebug then sighed and shook his head in frustration. Then he walked right up to the two quarreling wizards and broke up their fight as he exclaimed, "Hold it!" Then they instantly stopped and looked at him.

"That's better," he said. "Now allow me to tell you that you are both completely wrong about the right combination of the symbols that must be used for casting the spell." They looked at him shocked and then he took the Tablet into his own hands as he continued, "You see, it must be the island first, and then the man with the spear, and then the fish, and that's that."

"I see you are right!" exclaimed Ghandalf. "But who did you know?"

"It's very easy, really," replied Mr. Wogglebug. "You see, it must always be c before b except after a in all things. Everyone learns that in school, didn't you?"

"Well, no, not really," admitted Merlin. "I guess we were both just too busy studying about magic to learn much of anything else."

"Ah, I see," said Mr. Wogglebug. "It just goes to show you what you can accomplish when you stick to your education as I did."

Then the two wizards went with them downstairs and into the main room where they found the four villains. They also saw the Wicked Witch of the West was holding Dorothy by her waist upside down just above her boiling cauldron. And Captain Hook was holding a glass jar in which Tinkerbell was being held in. And Long John Silver had tied up Peter Pan beside him. And the Queen of Hearts had her Army of Cards capture Alice and they were all holding their sharp spears up around her neck.

"We got back here just in time," said Jeremy.

Mr. Wogglebug nodded and then stepped forward with Jeremy who said to the villains, "I have kept my promise to you and I have brought back someone who can decipher the Tablet's spell and give you all what you want."

"Good! Good boy!" said Captain Hook. "Now hand over the Tablet!"

"Not until you let Dorothy, Alice, Peter Pan, and Tinkerbell go!" Jeremy said.

The villains all looked much disappointed at this. But then Captain Hook released Tinkerbell, Long John Silver untied Peter Pan, The Wicked Witch put Dorothy down, and the Queen of Hearts ordered her Army to move away from Alice.

Then Jeremy walked up to the Witch and handed her the Tablet. Then he instructed her on how to work it. "Turn the squares in it so that the island comes first, and then the man with the spear and then the fish."

The Witch proceeded to do this. The Tablet glowed a bright gold light and she began to cackle with triumph. Then all at once she turned into solid wax again as did Long John Silver, Captain Hook, and the Queen of Hearts.

Jeremy took the Tablet out of the Witch's hands and exclaimed in victory, "We did it! We saved the world!"

Mr. Wogglebug nodded proudly and then said, "Now there is just one thing left that needs to be done."

"And what is that?" asked Jeremy.

"You have to return the Tablet to the rightful place you found it in the museum of history, of course!" Mr. Wogglebug told him.

"Oh, yeah, that's right!" said Jeremy a bit embarrassed. Then he went up to Mr. Wogglebug and hugged him tightly. "Goodbye, Mr. Wogglebug. Thank you for everything. I couldn't have gotten through this night if it hadn't been for you."

"The pleasure has really been all mine," Mr. Wogglebug assured him as he hugged him back. "Just remember to stick to your education and you will the better of actions to take in the future. Now you better hurry, it's almost dawn."

So then Jeremy left the Children's Museum and raced as fast as he could to the Museum of Natural History. He banged on the doors and then a man wearing a blue uniform and carrying a flashlight unlocked the door for him.

"What do you want?" asked the night guard.

"I just wanted to return this," Jeremy said as he handed him the Tablet.

The night guard's eyes went wide as he took hold of the Tablet. "You mean you took this from the Pharaoh's Tomb? How could you?"

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. Honest I am. And I will never do it again," Jeremy assured him sincerely.

"Well, good," said the night guard. "Because I'm willing to let you go this time, but not if there is ever a next time."