Author's note: This one goes out to the Guest who requested this! I hope you enjoyed it! I'm sorry for the lack of length in this one. Please forgive me! I wanted to write one for Valentine's day, but I was out of town for a Scholarship audition and didn't go home directly afterwards. I went to my grandmother's home and she doesn't have internet there. More updates will be coming, so please review and leave suggestions if you have any!

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I do not own Night at the Museum and never will. I only own minor OCs

When Napoleon woke up, he immediately knew something was wrong.

For one, he was a lot shorter than he already was. He seemed to be very close to the ground, the coolness of the marble seemed to radiate onto his skin. For another reason, he didn't feel quite like his normal self. The world around him looked different, as if he were seeing things in a whole knew perspective. And there appeared to be something on his back, and every time he tried to see what it was, it kept disappearing!"

"General!"

"What's happened to him?"

"He…he's…he's a cat!"

"I'm a what?" he exclaimed, only to find that it came out in a high pitched meow. Many of the exhibits had gathered around, curiously examining him and some, much to his chagrin, were cooing at him as if he were some sort of baby.

"Help!" he called out again, only to have the people around him coo at him. He figured he'd meowed again, giving reason as to why they were fawning over him. "Meow!" he called out, though in his mind it sounded like, "Help!"

"Oh this is too good to be true!"

The fur on his back bristled at the sound of a mocking voice. He turned his now yellow eyes to Capone, who was leaning against the wall laughing. "Man Nippy, this is hilarious!" he was now clutching his sides, ignoring the angry meows and glares from the French guard. "Ahk's tablet must be going crazy or something!"

"MEOW!"

"What was that? Sorry, I don't understand cat."

"Don't make fun of our General, Italian!" Armand interjected, Mary instantly appearing at his side and picking his small body up. He wouldn't deny it. The feel of her fingers running through his fur and scratching his forehead felt amazing.

She smiled down at him gently. "I know you won't like it, but you do look adorable," she whispered in his ear. "But I'm sure this won't last long. Ahkmenrah will fix it, I'm sure."

She was right. Ahkmenrah didn't exactly know how this had happened, though he was just as taken by his apparent cuteness as the other exhibits were. What he did know, was that the affects would be gone by tomorrow night. Napoleon only meowed in anguish. What did a poor wax display like him do to deserve such a fate?

"I'll take him from here, Mary."

He meowed in protest as he felt calloused hands take him from Mary's soft arms. Capone lifted him up, trying hard not to laugh. "You do look cute, Nippy."

"MEOW!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You hate being called Nippy."

He sat down at the steps in the front hall of the museum's entrance, watching Rexy with half amusement as Nick played fetch with the large creature. His gray fingers slowly massaged the top of his head, gently scraping the back of his ears. Napoleon closed his eyes, tail twitching as a rumble built up in his throat.

Capone smirked. "So you like being scratched, not petted, huh?"

"Meow."

"I have no idea what you just said."

He subconsciously leaned into Capone's hand, wanting to be scratched even more. He now understood why cats liked it so much. It felt like something his mother would do when he was younger. Well, when the real him was younger, anyway. He would lay his head in her lap and she would hum some Corsican song while she would stroke his head.

"You're not so bad as a cat."

He lifted his head up, eyes squinting at the mobster. Capone only gave a half smirk. "You seem a lot more relaxed this way. Not so tense and uptight," he ignored Napoleon as he dug his claws into his leg, though a small grimace appeared. "You could stand to loosen up a little."

He only growled in response.

"And maybe you could lose that hat of yours as well. It doesn't make you look taller. If anything, it only adds to your shortness.

The only thing that could be heard from the museum in the next ten seconds was the sound of Capone howling in pain as Napoleon scratched in him the face.

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