Disclaimer: I don't own Night at the Museum or any of the characters and historical figures used in it. I wish I did because that would be awesome, but I'm just a student. I only own Viola.

"I am Kahmunrah, I am half god, once removed on my mother's side. And I'm the rightful ruler of Egypt, future ruler of, well, everything else."

I sighed heavily and stared at the concrete floor, listening to Kahmunrah's annoying voice drone on for the duration of his speech to a few of the exhibits who wanted in on his plan. He had me sitting next to him with a guard to my my back, so I wouldn't get any ideas. Honestly, I wasn't planning to. I would have to buy myself sometime by acting cooperative for a little while.

"Now," Kahmunrah continued as I looked up, "I have lost some men. So, I am in need of some new generals to join me in my little plan of conquering this world."

Kahmunrah stepped towards the men in line, as to interview the would-be generals of his new empire. The first man was garbed in a long silver robe, held a scepter, and wore a elegant crown. I knew exactly who he was; anyone who has ever taken a world history class would know him. "Ivan the terrible," Kahmunrah announced.

Kahmunrah's attention shifted to the next man in line, as did mine. He was around my height and was dressed for battle as well as the dragoons behind him. Another easy figure. "Napoleon Bonaparte."

Finally, my eyes met with a familiar set of monochrome eyes I had only seen an hour prior. His pin-stripe suit, trench coat, and machine gun were all too familiar. I hate to say it, but he scared me the most out of all of the men. My thoughts were interrupted by Kahmunrah's identification of the man, "And young Al Capone."

"Some of the most despicable, most feared leaders in all of history," Kahmunrah stated in a serious tone. Then, the tone changed in such a way that it reminded me of a teenage girl meeting her celebrity love, "Gentlemen, really, it's just fantastic to meet you all."

I stifled my laughter, which luckily no one seemed to notice. Except for Capone, who shot me a quick, silencing glance. I wasn't quite sure, but he seemed to be glancing at me from time to time while Kahmunrah went on.

"All I ask is your allegiance, and in return, I offer you the world. Literally. Are there any questions?"

Al Capone shifted his stance a little and replied with his thick Brooklyn-Italian accent, "Yeah, I got one. How come you're wearing a dress?"

Kahmunrah looked appalled and offended, "This is not a dress. This is a tunic. It was the height of fashion 3,000 years ago, I assure you."

"They're pretty much the same thing," I muttered to myself quietly.

"Are there any other questions," Kahmunrah asked again.

"Da," Ivan chimed, "This dress you're wearing, do we have to wear one of these too?"

"Were you not listening," Kahmunrah asked in an annoyed tone, "I just told Mr. Capone here that this is not a dress. It is, in fact, a tunic. Very big difference."

"There is really no big difference between a dress and a tunic," I replied in Ivan's defense.

"Silence!" I rose my hands up in defense as the angry Egyptian yelled at me. He took a moment to rub his temple, "Are there any other questions?"

Napoleon rose his hand and a scowl appeared on Kahmunrah's face. "Any questions not about the dress? Tunic," He corrected himself as Al Capone arched an eyebrow. Napoleon put his hand back down and let Kahmunrah finish his speech.

"All right, then. Moonlight is wasting, and the time is short," Kahmunrah nodded as he carried on.

"Short? Why do you look at me when you say 'short'," Napoleon demanded in a threatening tone, cutting him off from what he was about to say.

"Sorry, it just slipped out," Kahmunrah insisted.

"Da," Ivan entered the conversation again, saving Kahmunrah from Napoleon's fury. "if we are talking about world domination, then of course, I am interested. But first, I want to clarify something so you know what you are getting. People always say, 'Ivan the Terrible, he's so terrible. I'm so scared of Ivan. He's bad news.' When in fact, the correct translation is 'Ivan the Awesome.'"

"Ivan the Awesome? It's not really as catchy, is it? I mean, 'Ivan the Terrible', that really pops," Kahmunrah replied after thinking the statement over for a moment.

"But I wasn't terrible. In fact, I was quite an effective leader," Ivan insisted.

I cleared my throat, "Excuse me, but do you think killing your boyars because you assumed they had killed your wife and killing your son in a fit of rage count as awesome acts? No, I believe they're terrible acts."

Ivan shot a glance at me like he was about to say something, but Kahmunrah was quicker. "Didn't I tell you to shut up?"

I sighed and returned my gaze back to the concrete floor, wondering what was to come next.

"Now, I'd like to wrap up the old meet-and-greet by asking you gentlemen a question. Are you with me," Kahmunrah asked assertively.

"Yeah. Yeah, sure."

"Oui."

"Da."

"Then bring Larry Daley of Daley Devices and the golden tablet of Ahkmenrah to me," Kahmunrah commanded.

The three men set out in different directions with their men at their heels, ready to catch my dad and bring him back to Kahmunrah.

"Ah, Mr. Capone," Kahmunrah called out to Al.

Al Capone turned around to face his new boss, waiting for an explanation.

I was suddenly jerked to my feet by Kahmunrah yanking me up by my shirt collar, "You are known to be one for the ladies, and I don't want to be trifled with this annoying girl. So you can take her with you."

As soon as I was on my feet, I was pushed in the direction of Al Capone and his mobsters. I stumbled and lost my balance, becoming the laughing stock of Capone's men. I saw a hand extend to help me up, and I took it. I looked up to thank whoever helped me up, only to meet the familiar monochrome eyes. "T-thank you," I managed to choke in a mixture of anxiety and fear.

Al Capone only nodded in acknowledgment, grabbed my arm, and hastily lead me down the hall with his men.

Great, now I had to spend the entire night being escorted by Al Capone and his mob through the Smithsonian while the searched for my dad. I just hoped Dad was having better luck than I was.

Author's Note- 3/23/11

My apologizes for the short chapter, but it introduces everyone's three favorite henchmen! :D I just hope I can convey the context of Al's character. I've never been good with writing about the big, bad (but awesome) characters.