Here is the fourth chapter!

Chapter Four

I never realized how big the Smithsonian was until we went to look for Uncle Larry, but I'm glad that I wore my Converse instead flip-flops or something like that. Ivan the Terrible, Napoleon, and Al Capone had split up. Al and I were in part of the art museum in the Smithsonian. Every now and then, I'll see a piece of art that I like, but, of course, Al would pull me along. The other gangster kept sneaking looks at me and it was starting to irritate me. I guess it was irritating Capone too because he started to yell at him when the guy ran into another wall. It was funny, though, because the look on the guys face was hilarious when Al started to yell at him. The guy got up and huffed a bit. I smirked at that, but it was wiped off my face quickly though because I heard voices that really annoyed me. I looked around and saw these flying things that were singing. They stopped flying and I got a good look at them; they were cupids that sounded like the Jonas Brothers. I guess they saw us back because they flew over towards us. Al and the gangsters looked up at them and decided that they weren't a threat because they didn't shoot them. They followed us around and I could not take hearing their voices anymore.

"Will you please just shut up?" I almost yelled at them. The gangsters looked at me and I swear that Al smiled a bit. The cupids laughed at me and they flew off somewhere else. I heard them singing and saw a familiar face; it was Uncle Larry! He was with someone else; a redheaded girl that wore an outfit that looked like it from the 1930s or '40s. Then, I saw Napoleon. I saw his hat before I saw him. His hat is just way too big for him. I stopped walking and turned to watch what would happen. Al Capone did too, but he still pulled me along.

"Come on, he can take care of him."

"But, I need to talk to Uncle Larry," I said, stopping once again.

"If you don't start walking, then you're going to get carried."

"But I seriously need to talk to him."

"Come on," and he picked me up. He slung me over his shoulder like I didn't weigh anything.

"Put me down," I screamed, hoping that I would get Uncle Larry's attention. Luckily, I did because he turned towards me.

"Charlotte!" He yelled, but Capone kept walking. I sighed and adjust my hoodie because it had gone up a bit.

"Why do you wear that thing?" the gangster asked me.

"That thing is comfortable."

"Can you two stop arguing?" Al asked.

"I can stop if he'll stop talking to me." I answered. Everybody became quiet and I sighed. Staring at the back of Al Capone can be very boring. I started staring at the ground, but the movement of walking was making me dizzy and the blood rushing to my head didn't help. I lifted my head up and kind of felt better. The walls had changed since I last looked up and I saw that we were almost back to Kahmunrah. I sighed again, dreading the time that I see him again. We went past the box that held my friends inside and I strained to hear something from inside, but it was quiet. The two mobsters nodded their heads when Capone walked past them and he nodded his head back. The dimness of the lights, compared to the brightness of the exhibits lights, reminded me of when you go outside for a very long time and then go back inside. We were soon back to Kahmunrah and Al had put me back down on the ground. I stretched my legs and my arms. Everybody did something as we waited for Napoleon to come back. Al sat down and started to clean his gun. Everybody was doing something similar so I sat down next to him. Kahmunrah was looking at the ruby slippers from The Wizard of Oz.

"Why these aren't made of real rubies at all; ruby slippers indeed."

"Do you really think that they're going to make a movie that has real rubies in the shoes?" I said to no one in particular. Honestly, how dumb can you get?

"But, whoever you are, Archie Bunker, you had one comfortable throne." Kahmunrah said, purposely ignoring me. I guess he's used to me already.

"Hey, boss," both Capone and Kahmunrah looked up. "Caught this one trying to escape through a rust hole in the crate. One of his little friends got away." The mobster had something in a bird cage and walked right past Al up to Kahmunrah. I looked closer, trying to see who was in the cage.

"Jed!"

"Charlotte, how'd you get here?"

"With Uncle Larry."

"Where is Gigantor?"

"Last time I saw him, he was with this girl and Napoleon."

"Who's that?"

"Napoleon is a famous general and dictator from France in the 1800s and I don't know who the girl is."

"Oh, please. What damage could they possibly do? Why, they're no bigger than a little grain of couscous. Aren't you?" Kahmunrah cooed, like he was talking to a new born baby.

"You know, two words come to mind when I hear you talk 'delusional' and 'weirdo,' and if I had to say a third, 'goofy,' just goofy. Now you let old Jedediah out of here or he's gonna get angry." Jed said.

"I'm sorry, I can't take you seriously. You're just adorable, even when you're threatening me. It's hilarious. Is it just me, or are these guys unbelievably cute?" I looked at him like he was crazy. Jed doesn't like to be called cute.

"Now hold it a Now, you have a right to keep me as your captive, but don't call me cute! I ain't cute!" Jed yelled at Kahmunrah. I heard the sound of feet across the floor and looked towards the doorway. There was Napoleon with his soldiers and Uncle Larry.

"Uncle Larry!"

"Charlotte, did they hurt you?" He demanded.

"No, they're just being mean and not letting me go," I answered.

"Hello, Mr. Daley, nice to see you again. Now, if you don't mind,

I shall take that from you." Kahmunrah walked over to Uncle Larry and so did Al Capone. He threw down the cloth that he was using to clean his Tommy gun. "Thank you." And Kahmunrah took the tablet. "Finally, finally! After 3,000 years, my evil army of the damned, my beautiful, beautiful army, shall be unleashed!" The wannabe pharaoh put the tablet on the arch thing and started pressing the hieroglyphics on it. He took a step back and looked at it. We all waited for something to happen. "I'm afraid that Mother and Father may have slightly changed the combination on me."

"I guess this whole unleashing-the-underworld thing isn't really working out for you, huh? It must be really frustrating, because you've waited thousands of years to come back from the dead and everything, and now you can't get it open." Uncle Larry said.

"Fear not, for I shall wait a thousand more if I must."

"Good, 'cause in a few hours you'll be standing here in a frustrated position, frozen, and I'll walk out of here with my buddies, my niece Charlotte, and that'll be that. So, I got all night." Why can't Uncle Larry learn when to keep his mouth shut?

"Really? All night? Well! He doesn't. Open that cage." The gangster opened up the bird cage and walked over to Kahmunrah. I walked over there, to see what's going to happen, and Al Capone had put an arm around my waist, probably to make sure I wouldn't interfere or to run away.

"What are you doing?" Uncle Larry asked as Kahmunrah put his hand in the cage.

"No touching! No touching! Don't you manhandle me!" You could hear Jedediah yell.

"Look, he's having a little tantrum." Kahmunrah said, as if it's the cutest thing in world.

"Jed?" Uncle Larry asked. I guess he just realized that he was the one in the cage.

"Don't you squirm! Don't squirm. It'll only be worse for you."

"Put him down!"

"Don't be afraid. I shan't hurt you. I lied." Kahmunrah had put Jed in an hour glass and put it upside down so the sand would fall on him. "I don't think he has all night at all, Mr. Daley. From the looks of things, I'd say he has a little over an hour."

"Take me out of here!" Jed yelled. I tried to go forward, but Capone didn't let me. I struggled against him, but he just tightened his grip.

"You were the guardian! You know all about this tablet. You're obviously much cleverer than the rest of us. You may or may not know the combination, but I am going to give you exactly one hour to figure it out. If you do not, I shall kill your friends. And please don't think about escaping, for I shall be watching you. And we still have your niece." I stopped moving when I heard this.

"Look, I don't even know how to begin to decipher this thing, all right? Really. Anyway, Charlotte is much smarter than me, so let her try to decipher it."

"Me? I'm not smarter than you," I said.

"Yes, you are. You're in college and you had a 4.0 GPA in high school. Plus, you almost have a 4.0 in college."

"That doesn't mean that I'm smarter than you."

"Yes, it does."

"What a pity. And your little cowboy friend seemed like such a charming little fellow. Ah, well. Tick-tock, Mr. Daley. Your hour has begun."

"Hey! You got this, partner. I know you do. You got this!" Jed yelled at Uncle Larry. He walked out of the room and I, of course, was left here with them, once again. Life can really suck and when it does, well, it really does suck.

Well, I hope you liked it....