Author's note: This is where Capone finds Nippy's hat. I hope you enjoy! If you have ideas for future chapters, you can always share. For OCs, they cannot be romantic. I'm off to bed, so peace out!

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I do not own Night at the Museum and never will

"Qù est-il? Qui l'a pris?"

Capone raised his eyes to the ceiling, eyes glancing towards the clock nearby. He chuckled a little to himself, silently noting the time. This was a new record for Nippy, for usually the man was screaming at someone at a much earlier hour. It had been only an hour since sundown and the museum had been peaceful till that point.

Currently, he was playing cards with his boys when the doors to his exhibit opened. He looked up, not at all surprised when Nippy and his troops walked in, the small Frenchman looking proud, even with being short. When Nippy spotted him, he stormed over, eyes burning with rage. "Give it back!" he seethed, practically jumping. "Maintenant!"

He set his cards down, tempted to roll his eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa there short stack, what's the rush? Wait, there's something different about you?" he narrowed his eyes, now noticing that something was off. "Where's your hat?"

"THAT'S WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR!"

He shook his head, eyes returning to his game. "'Fraid I haven't seen it, Nippy," he tried hard not to smirk at Nippy's angry red face. "And I didn't take it either. Why would I take it if I have no use for it?"

Nippy just began to stare at him incredulously. "Last week you took my dagger and used it to pin one of my soldier's to the wall."

"Well he deserved it. The sap wasn't leaving me and my boys alone."

Nippy only let out a loud sigh, turning to his men and shouted at them in French. They followed him out, looking rather annoyed with having to find their leader's hat. The second they were gone, one his men laughed, placing one card in the middle of the pile. "He's such a high hat," he chortled. "He's never going to find his hat."

The man next to that man laughed. "I bet you Rob that his hat was taken by some kids earlier today. What says you, Boss?"

Capone just waved them off, thinking hard for a few minutes. While he did enjoy making Nippy get flustered and angry, he didn't exactly approve of someone else doing his job. He didn't mind it if Ivan would pull a prank every now and then, but no one could pick fun at his Nippy but him. Blinking back into reality, he glanced at the man who asked his a question. "I bet you fifty dollars, Bud."

"You're on!"

He strolled out of the exhibit room, completely unaware of the odd gazes his men gave him. He smirked as he walked through the halls, full of pride as he sauntered through the museum in his snazzy suit. He tipped his hat politely to the Peruvian women walking around with their alpacas and to the three Puritan girls that had gathered near the water fountain. The smirk on his face grew even wider at the thought of one of the girls, knowing that she was seeing one of Napoleon's troops.

When he found the person he was looking for, he called out. "Hey, Teddy!" he quickly strode over to the President, giving Sacagawea a polite nod. "I'm here on business, so I'll get to the point. Have you seen Nippy's hat?"

Teddy blinked. "Who?"

"You mean Napoleon?" the Native woman asked gently, arm still linked with her lover's. "We saw him not too long ago looking for his…hat, I believe?"

"That's right," Teddy smiled. "He seems to be quite obsessed over it."

"Yeah, well, if you know anything about it, tell me," he crossed his arms. "Because I'm sure everyone is going to be tired of him bothering them about his hat. It's his baby, you know."

Sacagawea only tilted her head, observing him with dark calming eyes. "Is it that you don't want everyone to get annoyed? Or is it that you don't want to see him upset?"

He scoffed at her, though a small part of him was unnerved at how clam she looked. He mentally shivered, reminding himself to not ever get on her bad side. "Course not," he replied. "I just like being the one to make him mad. It's all in good fun."

"I see," was her only reply. "If we do see anything, we'll let you know."

He walked away from them, spine tingling as he felt their knowing smirks on his back. While strolling through the halls, he mentally picked members of the museum who could have taken the damn thing. First on the list to cross off were Larry and Nick, for they didn't seem to be the type of people who would go around and do that. Ahkmenrah for sure; he would have no reason to. Questioning the Huns would get him nowhere, along with Columbus. The Easter Island statue was a no for sure. Technically, the other half of the exhibits didn't even know Nippy very well, so why would they want to steal his hat?

Swiftly avoiding Custer, who was leading the Civil war puppets around (and brushing his hair), he stepped into the hall of African mammals. Quickly hiding behind a pillar, he watched the scene before him as Nippy was slapped in the face by Dexter. He literally had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing.

"Poor fella," he mumbled under his breath, almost feeling sorry. "It's almost dawn and he still can't find his hat."

He abandoned the scene, now strolling calmly through the hallway. He didn't know who else would have the hat. There was no one else he could think of.

Until he saw a tall looking hat move across the marble floors.

Grinning, he picked the light material up; satisfied that it was indeed Nippy's hat. Two figures popped up in between the folds, appearing almost miffed. "What'd you do that for?" the blonde cowboy, Jedidiah, complained. "You ruined our fun!"

"Yeah!" the Roman General, Octavius, piped in. "You ruined the plan!"

"Plan?" he inquired, not sure if he really wanted to know.

"Yeah," Jed crossed his arms, glaring at him defiantly. "We wanted to fly."

"Fly?"

"Are you deaf, or is there cotton stuck in your ear?" the cowboy gripped. "We wanted to know if we could navigate this hat down to the main floor by throwing it off the ledge."

"It didn't work, though," Octavius almost looked sad. "The hat is too heavy so it just sank. We were going to make improvements by cutting it up and modifying it a little."

He rolled his eyes, picking up the two men with both hands. "Yeah, well, I really doubt the owner of the hat would appreciate it being torn up."

"We were only going to tear it up a little!" Jed cried out. "Honest to god we were!"

"Uh-huh, sure," he dropped the two of them off at their dioramas, swiftly sauntering to where Nippy's exhibit was. Most displays were heading to their stands by now, but he had to take care of business. "Hey Nippy," he called out. "Nippy, where are you?"

He patted his suit, noticing a fuzz ball had gathered on the material. He brushed it off, still looking for the French General. "Nippy?" he called out again. "Nippy!"

He spotted the general against the wall, head leaning on the pillar nearby. He gave a light snore, chest heaving up and down evenly as he slept. He had to crack a smile at that, wishing he had a camera to catch this moment. "I found this," he began, placing the hat on his lap. "Turns out the miniatures had it. How they knocked you out, I have no idea. Or why they even wanted it, I'm not quite sure, but oh well."

He gave the general a quick pat on the face, waltzing out of the room quickly as he heard the French soldiers coming back. A smirk grew on his face as he could hear Nippy's joyful cries sounding from the other room. By the time he got back to his display set, he turned to the man who had challenged him.

"You owe me fifty bucks."

"Damnit!"

And thus, the hat was found! XD Don't forget to review and follow!