We entered the door with the help of "Brundon's" badge and Uncle Larry called Nick to see where to go. I looked down at my phone though and saw a thing to might not be good. There was little to no cell phone reception down here. I guess we'll just have to try to get some service. We then headed down the stairs that Nick told us would lead to the storage room of the archives. One problem though.

We lost all cell phone connection right as we headed down the stairs.

After walking up and down the stairs a couple times in order to try to get cell phone reception, and being unable to do so, we just decided to keep on walking. We turned down a hallway and started walking down it. As we were nearing the end of the hallway though Uncle Larry yanked me into a room on the side. I gave him a look and then started to ask, "What was that all about?! What…" but I was cut off by his hand over my mouth.

Then he proceeded to answer my question "There were some of the REAL archives workers coming this way. I needed to get us out of there somehow!" I nodded, now I understood why he basically ripped my arm out of the socket! I grabbed a uniform that looked relatively around my size and went off into the opposite corner of the room to put it on. Thank god I found a girls uniform! I put the jacket, shirt and skirt on. I then grabbed a flashlight and hooked it onto my belt. I turned around and saw Uncle Larry doing the same, except he put his flashlight on with a little more fancy light work. Show off.

He then looked at me and said, "Okay, let's go." He then, once again, grabbed my arm and started leading me down the stairs. I still don't think he realized that I'm 19, not 5! I just let him keep a hold of me as we descended deeper into the bowels of the Smithsonian.

We finally reached what looked like the storage section and saw that it was blocked off by some gates and that it also had a small security like building that, thankfully, didn't have a guard working in it. I thought we were home free and I started walking towards the gates when Uncle Larry grabbed my waist and pulled me back. He then put a hand over my mouth so I couldn't protest. He pointed to the security camera and said, "THAT'S why I wouldn't let you go!"

He then released me and went up and pressed the button. The guard, who seemed like a stoner if you ask me, believed Uncle Larry's really crappy impersonation of
"Brundon's" voice and let us in. I snuck over as Uncle Larry distracted the guy. We then headed into the storage unit. He looked at me and said, "Ok, we're going to split up. Just yell if you find anything." I nodded and then set off in the direction that I was told to head.

I wandered around for about 10 minutes before I heard Uncle Larry call, "HEY REBECCA!"

I followed his voice and found him and thankfully the crate as well. There was only one thing that was weird about this whole situation. The crate was slightly ajar and it was surrounded by Egyptian guards. And their leader didn't look too thrilled. Right as I got to Uncle Larry he was fishing out the tablet. He finally got it out and right as he did, the one little stone on the tablet turned so it was aligned with the others. Oh no, that means the tablet's power is activated!

I heard someone yelling behind me and I turned around to be surrounded by Egyptian guards and have their nice, pointy spears aimed at me and Uncle Larry. I jumped a little in surprise. He pushed me slightly behind him, and I stepped out just a little bit so I could see. I could also see the side glare he was shooting at me but I ignored it like always.

The head guy, who looked like a Pharaoh, started talking in Egyptian. We just looked at him with blank stares. Then he shook his head and then started talking in French. Like that's going to get much better! I gave him a "What are you on?!" look. Finally he asked us, "English? English perhaps?"

Uncle Larry nodded and the Pharaoh proceeded to continued on his rant.

"I am Kahmunrah! King of the Kings of Egypt and I...Have come back…TO LIFE!" and as he ended this sentence he sprayed saliva all over my face. I wiped off my face and then gave him a death glare. Maybe if I tried hard enough he would just burst into flames. I then said, "Hey dude, say it not spray it!"

Uncle Larry just kinda looked around, and then back at me with a glare for saying something that might not help our situation. He then passed me the tablet behind his back. I grabbed it and held onto it for dear life. Kahmunrah then repeated that he had come back to life at least 3 more times; it's as if he thought we were that stupid! "Does this guy say anything else?!" I thought to myself. Little did I know I loudly vocalized my question and it was now known to everyone in this room.

Just as Kahmunrah was about to retort Uncle Larry said, "Ya welcome back. I'm Larry Daley and this is uh my niece, Rebecca Daley. We're from Brooklyn. We know your brother, Akmunrah? Great kid, very polite."

I just nodded my head as he said all this. I really didn't want to dig myself a deeper hole then I was already in. Kahmunrah rolled his eyes and said, "Oh you know baby brother! Well he always got the best of everything, even the throne! Did he ever tell you that the throne and THAT TABLET are rightfully mine?!" We both shook our heads and Uncle Larry said, "Uhhh, he may have forgotten to mention that." I tried to hide more behind Uncle Larry because honestly, I was afraid of what this whack job could do! I know he's just a wax doll normally, but as of now he isn't!

He pushed Uncle Larry out of the way, rather violently much to his distaste and marched up to me. He grabbed my arm and tried to yank the tablet out of my arms. I just grabbed onto it tighter. He finally yanked hard enough and managed to get the tablet from my hands. He then ordered his guards to leave and Uncle Larry decided he wasn't finished talking to Kahmunrah yet.

"Oh, well we thought you would've wanted the cube instead." This immediately stopped Kahmunrah and he came stalking up to Uncle Larry saying, "Uh, a cube?"

I was also running ideas through my head of what he might mean. I mean, there was the cube in Transformers. But why in God's name would you have that in the Smithsonian?! Unless it was really that much of an American icon now…

Uncle Larry then continued on, "Yeah, the cube of….Rubik! We thought you were a next level kind of guy. Your brother didn't even want to mess with that. But hey, if you aren't man enough for it we understand. Come on Becca." He then pulled me up onto my feet and started to walk out of the enclosed area we had once vacated. We were stopped though shortly after attempting to leave by Kahmunrah's guards. The man himself then came up to us and said, "Bring me to this...Cube." I had a feeling we were all in for more than we could handle. And boy was I right.