A/N: Third chapter! Yay! Just before we start, just to let you know, 1) Jed and Octavius are NOT going to be shipped in here 2) Because their new at being friends, I figured there's going to be lot's of arguments with each other at first.

(insert disclaimer here) Let's a-go!


Joshua's POV

I walked alongside Ahkman- Ahkmur- Ahkmop- I'll just call him Ahk.

I was walking alongside Ahk through the exhibits quietly. I stared around in awe at everything. Everything was ALIVE.

I saw Christopher Columbus, zebras, a monkey, some scary Asian warrior guys, and a giant statue thing that I don't remember what it was called but I know it was a giant head from a place called Easter Island.

I opened my notebook and wrote, 'How is everything alive?'

I tapped Ahk and showed him.

"My tablet," he responded. I blinked.

He turned to me and must've realized my confusion, so he added, "That golden tablet on the wall above my sarcophagus is my tablet, made when I was born. It has strange, magical abilities that only the gods and my father know, and one of them, as you can see, is bringing this museum to life.

"It was found many years ago inside my tomb, along with me and my parents. My parents were sent to a museum in London while the tablet and I were brought to Cambridge. After several years there, the tablet and I were brought here for an exhibit. That was fifty-four years ago. Ever since then, everything in this museum came to life."

Creepy.


Jolene's POV

My bed was not soft; it was as hard as a marble floor. I was cold. There were no soft covers covering my body. My pillow was gone. Did Joseph push me off the bed again?

I opened my eyes, and instead of looking up at the ceiling of the hotel room, I was looking up at Theodore Roosevelt's face.

"Are you alright, dear?" he asked. I picked myself up so that I was sitting.

"Is this a dream?" I asked him.

"What do you think?" he replied.

I thought for a bit. "It has to be," I answered, "because you being alive is impossible!"

He stared at me. "If it can be dreamed, it can be done."

"So you're just someone in a costume?"

He shook his head. "You're harder to convince than Lawrence!"

I tried to remember all that I knew about Theodore Roosevelt. Lawrence didn't ring a bell.

"Who's Lawrence?" I asked.

He helped me up to my feet. "He's the night guard who works here," he told me. "Everyone here calls him 'Larry', though. Except the Easter Island head who calls him 'Dum-dum', but he calls everyone that. Speaking of Lawrence, he seems to be running a little late tonight, and we can't start the party without him!"

I stared blankly at him. "Party?" This was so hard to wrap my head around.

"Ah, well." He got onto his horse. "We can wait 'til he gets here. And you're welcome to join if you wish."

"I can't join," I replied. "I need to find my brothers. We got separated while leaving, and Mom and Dad trusted me to take them back to the hotel." My eyes began to water, and I did my best to hold back the tears. I don't like to cry in front of people. "I'm supposed to be the perfect child!" I whined.

"Nobody's perfect, my child," he said. "A man who's never made a mistake is the man who's never done anything."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I inquired.

"You can't have success without failure. Don't you know that, being quite clever for your age?"

I had no response. This wax figure just outsmarted me. What the heck?! A wax figure! A figure made of wax that isn't supposed to have a brain!

"I'll help you find your brothers," he continued.

Before he could say more, I quickly asked, "How are you alive? Aren't you-what's a nice way to put it- supposed to be dead?"

I immediately wished I had worded that differently, because I realized how offensive it sounded. "No offense, Roosevelt," I quickly muttered.

He laughed. "None taken at all! I get that a lot anyway. And call me Teddy.

"You probably wouldn't believe me, but it's because of Ahkmenrah's tablet. Ever since it was brought to this museum fifty-four years ago, everything in this museum came to life, and if we aren't back inside by sunrise, we turn to dust," he said mysteriously, ending in a whisper.

Okay, my brain began buzzing with excitement. I mean, this was hard to wrap my head around. First, a dinosaur skeleton tried to kill me, a wax figure of Theodore Roosevelt and Little Texas come to life and save me, and now a magic tablet! There had to be a science around it. Or what if there wasn't? Maybe science and logic will not be able to explain everything.

"I don't wanna believe you," I said, "but after everything that happened in the past hour, I guess there's no explanation except that, so I have to believe you."

I can't believe I said that.


Joseph's POV

I backed up against the the wall from little people. "Okay, I'm no brainiac," I said, "but I know this isn't supposed to be real. How are you alive?"

"Well, it's a tablet an' a Pharaoh," the cowboy answered. I blinked in confusion.

"What my buddy Jedediah means," the Roman guy said, "is that the golden tablet of King Ahkmenrah brings us to life every night, just to clarify things."

The cowboy looked at the Roman guy. "That's what Ah said," he told him.

The Roman shook his head. "You did not say any of that."

"Did too!"

"Then what part of what I said did you say?!"

"Ah said 'a' an' 'tablet'! So ha!" The cowboy looked pleased with himself, like he won the argument.

"Those are just two words!" the Roman yelled.

"Yeah! An' Ah said 'em!"

"You are an idiot, Jed. We're finishing this argument tomorrow."

"Yer jus' scared tah be beat by me."

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"We're finishing this argument the night after tomorrow."

"Umm..." I said, not sure what I just saw.

They turned to me. "What're y'all still doin' in the museum at this time, Gigantor Jr.?"

"What?" I asked. I was so confused!

"Ignore what Ah called ya, then, and answer the darn question!"

"I-I ran from my sister, and came here."

The Roman stared at me. "You do know that's against the rules, right? Running in here while the museum's closed?"

I just shrugged. Like I cared. "I don't really follow rules," I answered, "just as long as I don't get caught."

The cowboy cheered. "Now that's mah kinda man!" he exclaimed.

"Dear gods, Jed, don't encourage this behavior in this boy!"

"So what if he breaks a few rules ev'ry now an' then? Nothin' like a bit of adventure tah get the heart pumpin', don't y'all think?"

"We're plastic. We don't have hearts."

The cowboy hung his head. "An' ain't that a shame."

They looked back up at me. "Shouldn't your parents be looking for you?" the Roman asked.

I shook my head. "They're at a party. They won't be back at the hotel 'til morning." I suddenly realized I had no idea how to get to the hotel. Heck, I didn't even know how I found my way around the museum to get here!

"Now that I think about it," I said, "I think I need to leave right now. I have no idea how to get to the hotel anymore."

The Roman nodded. "That's more like it. We can lead you to the exit, and you can figure out the rest outside." They began to walk.

"But what about my sister?" I asked, slowly following them. "I'm pretty sure she came in here to look for me, and she knows how to get to our hotel."

"Fine, we'll search the museum for her first. And since we're stuck together for awhile, I'm General Octavius."

"An' the name's Jedediah Smith fer me."

"I'm Joseph, and is it okay if I carry you guys? We're going ridiculously slow."

The cowboy stopped walking and turned to me. "Well, excuse us fer not havin' long legs, Mini-Gigantor, and Ah already told yah: Ah don't like bein' manhandled!"

"Well, I was thinking more like in my shirt pocket..." I wasn't honestly sure what I was doing.

"Okay, better than bein' manhandled Ah guess."

I picked them up and placed them in the pocket of my red shirt. Where we were going, I had no idea.


And that's chapter three! Wow, these chapters seem a lot longer on my iPod.

Random question: Who's your favorite character(s) in the Night at the Museum trilogy? Mine are Jedediah and Octavius. They're really funny, andImayormaynothaveacrushonJed. *blushes*

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