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The fight ensued. Sacagawea and the cherubs were shooting arrows faster than an Elf in Lord of the Rings. Napoloeon's soldiers surrounded the Thinker with their swords drawn.
"Only one way to settle this." The Thinker said. "And I'm not sure what that way is…"
Venus tapped him lightly on his shoulder. "I'll do the thinking for both of us."
She dropped the sheet that was covering her, distracting the soldiers. Brooklyn looked over.
"AW, come on!" Brooklyn snapped. "That was my idea, first!"
The Thinker and Venus didn't hear her; The Thinker took the soldier's down all at once, with a stone fist, and pulled Venus into a major kiss. This made Brooklyn cringe and turn away. A soldier charged at her, she ducked down and flipped the soldier over her back, then sent a flying knock out punch to the next soldier.
"Brooklyn!"
Brooklyn whirled around in search of the vaguely familiar voice.
"What the- Joey?" Brooklyn's eyebrows rose at the sight of the black and white sailor.
Joey ran up to Brooklyn through the fight and smiled down at her.
"Gorgeous and you can fight? The man you end up with will be very lucky and probably terrified." He said.
Brooklyn, taken off guard by the statement, paused for a moment and blinked repeatedly, "Uh, uh…okay…thanks?"
Joey chuckled. "Good luck, doll."
Brooklyn nodded in return; a smile crept onto her face. "You too, sailor."
Joey leaned forward and dipped Brooklyn, mimicking the photograph he was from, and kissed her.
"HEY!"
Joey and Brooklyn broke apart, totally forgetting the fight going on around them, and stared straight at, a rather furious, Al Capone.
"Oh shit." Brooklyn muttered and pushed away from Joey.
"The fuck is this, Brooklyn?!" Capone roared. "No one kisses my girl but me!"
"Your girl?" Joey grinned. "She ain't your girl."
"You wanna go, small fry?" Capone challenged Joey. The duo was chest to chest, glaring at each other.
"Bring it, old man." Joey growled.
And the two men went at it. Brooklyn watched, completely unamused by this, since she didn't really hold feelings for either man. Capone sent a punch to Joey's nose, knocking him out. Brooklyn, now rather pissed, stormed up to Capone, grabbed him by the collar and kissed him.
Capone pulled away, his expression dark and a grin on his face. "What was that, doll?"
Brooklyn leaned up to his ear and whispered. "The kiss of death, Fredo."
Before Capone could react, Brooklyn kneed him in the crotch, hard. As he coiled in, Brooklyn grabbed him by the ears and smashed his nose into her knee. He proceeded to fall to the floor, groaning in pain.
"Men." Brooklyn spat and shook her head, reentering the fight.
Larry watched Amelia move off down the hall. He was about to rejoin the fight when he turned and came face to face with Napoleon, Ivan, and Capone who was fostering a black eye. Napoleon's sword was at Larry's neck.
"Le Tablet, s'il vous plait." Napoleon said. Larry just stared. "The tablet, please. You know, the gold thingie in your little back purse."
Larry looked at the three villains, realizing that they think he had the tablet still. He look off, seeing Lincoln walking away, across the mall, swatting pigeons as he went.
An idea came to him.
"Okay. I give up. You guys win. SO just tell me who's in charge and I'll hand over the tablet. Or should I just give it to Kahmunrah, you know, your master."
The bad guys looked at each other.
"Nyet!" Ivan snapped. "He iz not our master."
"He's not?" Larry said. "Um…alright, okay. If that's what you say. Looks like he is to me. So, I'll just give it to the boss of you three. Who would that be? Which one of you is the boss?" Larry eyed them. "Who's in charge here?"
All three of the men reached out to take the tablet but Ivan slapped Capone's hand away.
"This man is a peasant! I am the only one among us of noble blood!" Ivan snapped.
"Yeah, but Napoleon does have more medals…and a bigger hat." Larry pointed out.
Larry turned to Napoleon, but Capone slapped Napoleon's hand away.
"You may got medals, but if you put your little child hands on that tablet yer gonna be full of lead." Capone snapped.
"You know what?" Larry said. "Capone's right. He should be the boss. I mean, you're the original original gangster, right Al?"
"Yeah, now give it here-"
Capone reached for the knapsack, Napoleon slapped his hand away. Then vice versa. They stood there glaring at each other for the moment, then suddenly they lunged at each other. The three piled on top of each other, in a pathetic, awkward slap/grappling fight. It looked like school kids fighting.
Larry slowly began to back away. He walked right into a spear. As he turned he began to face Kahmunrah.
"Very clever." Kahmunrah said. "Get them to fight amongst themselves."
"A little move I like to call 'Dividing the House'." Larry said.
"Yes, well, you should've saved yourself when you had the chance. Like your little friend, oh what was her name? Bonnie? Oh wait, Brooklyn. Or did she change her name again?"
"HEY!"
Kahmunrah and Larry looked over at Brooklyn standing only a few feet away from them.
"You wanna make this personal, bub?" Brooklyn snapped. "Then fight me, not him." She lifted Larry's backpack on her shoulder. When she managed to snag that from him, no one knew, but she now had the backpack that everyone thought had the tablet in.
"What about the money?" Kahmunrah now pointed his sword at her. "You left with it."
Brooklyn shrugged. "You can't buy me, Rumplestiltskin."
"Kahmunrah." He hissed.
"Guzuntight." Brooklyn replied.
"Hand over the tablet, and I just might let you live." Kahmunrah growled.
Brooklyn stepped forward, touching her nose to the end of his sword. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.
"How about, you kiss my ass." Brooklyn grinned. "And I just might let you not suffer."
Kahmunrah's eyes widened, appalled. "I will be doing nothing of the sort."
"Fine." Brooklyn shrugged. "Suffering it is."
She dug her feet into the ground and charged at the pharaoh, slamming her shoulder into his gut and sending him flying into the Gate.
"NOOO!" Kahmunrah cried as he was sent flying back into the Underworld.
Brooklyn stood there at the Gate, staring darkly into the Underworld, and kicked the door closed.
"See ya never, Capybara." She grinned.
The only remaining sound is Capone, Napoleon and Ivan the Terrible still fighting with each other as Custer rode up and lassoed the three of them, cinching it tight.
"The Battle of the Smithsonian. Perhaps the greatest the world will never know." He said.
"Not like they'd believe us if we told 'em." Brooklyn muttered as she was joined by Amelia.
Larry looked at his watch.
"Oh man, sunrise is in an hour." Larry said. "I gotta get you all back to the Museum."
"But they don't want us there anymore, Gigantor." Jed, who was now on Brooklyn's shoulder, said.
"Well," he turned to Amelia and Brooklyn. "I do…Miss Earhart, think you could hook us up with a ride?"
Amelia smiled back at him.
As the Lockheed Vega touched down in front of the Museum of Natural History the hatch popped open, Larry helped everyone out of the plane.
"Okay, everybody, out," Larry ordered. "Remember to stay with your buddy."
He looked to Sacagawea, "Get everybody down to the basement."
"I guess I should be going." Amelia said to Larry. Brooklyn, sitting at the door of the hatch, watched with a soft grin on her face.
"Yeah, wow, you've only got like thirty minutes to get back." Larry said.
"Excellent." Amelia grinned. "That oughta set a new record."
"Listen, Amelia," Larry sighed. "Thanks for…you know…the ride."
"Wasn't just for you, Mr. Daley." Amelia said.
"It wasn't?"
"Certainly not," she kissed him on the cheek. "It was for the fun of it."
"D'awww." Brooklyn squealed. "If only those bastard Cherubs were here to top off the moment."
Amelia tugged Brooklyn jokingly off the plane, and gave her a hug.
"Look out for him for me, Brooklyn?" Amelia whispered.
"That'll be hard if he keeps trying to hide from me." Brooklyn teased. Amelia giggled and got back onto the plane.
She gave the two a thumbs up from the cockpit. She started up the engines and taxis down Central Park West. They watched as the plane took off into the sky. Jed on Brooklyn's shoulder and Octavius in Larry's jacket pocket.
"There she goes…" Jed said.
"Yep. Straight towards…" the group tilted their heads to the side.
"…Canada?" Brooklyn said.
"Oh wait," Octavius said. "She changed course."
Brooklyn and Larry grinned.
Larry, still slightly upset with Brooklyn's betrayal, glanced at the thief.
"So…what are you going to do now?" Larry asked.
"Yea, She-Hulk, you goin' back to yer life of crime?" Jed snapped, playfully.
"Not if I can help it, Tiny Dancer." Brooklyn replied then looked at Larry. "I'm retiring at the ripe age of twenty."
"Where are you going to go?" Larry asked.
"Well, I can't stay here," Brooklyn sighed. "Probably somewhere far away. I don't know yet. I'll find out when I get there."
"Nothing can stop you, you're a leaf in the breeze!" Octavius piped up.
"Go wherever the breeze takes you, She-Hulk!" Jed added.
"Can it, Fischer Price toys." Brooklyn shot at the miniatures. She looked back at Larry, her smile softened. "If anything like this happens again, gimme a call." She handed him a piece of paper. "Or if you need someone to steal something." she offered a joking wink.
"Wait," Larry's eyes went wide as he took the paper. "You're leaving now?"
"I'm not one for long goodbyes." She said and began to walk toward her motorcycle, which she had left the day of the interview. She started up the engine, and just before she left, she turned to Larry, a devious grin on her face. "I've been thinking of changing my name again. What do you think of Brooklyn Daley-Earhart?"
Larry's face went red. Brooklyn's laugh echoed in the night as she sped off down the street.
"So…you got a daughter with Amelia Earhart now, Gigantor?"
"I will throw you, Jed."
