One Night - Night at the Museum

Eight: The Biggest Museum in the World Coming to Life

"Okay," Larry said, flicking on his flashlight. "Where are you guys?"

Nick had been right, it was kind of a maze down there, especially in the dark. They came across a large, lone crate. Larry opened it and both jumped back when long tentacles popped out. Nope, not the one they were looking for.

They passed wax statues of General Custer, and Amelia Earhart, all covered up, stored away, archived.

"Larry," Natasha suddenly cried. Going through a closed off area, a shocking sight met their eyes. About a dozen armed Ancient Egyptian guards stood holding spears facing a large metal crate, in which were their friends. A man in elegant costume stood at the centre of the guards, appearing to be the leader. It appeared that last night they had been in the process of locking the guys up, but then the sun had risen and frozen them all like that.

"Oh my God," mumbled Larry.

Carefully, they wove through the Egyptians and over to the crate, who's door was open just a crack. Peering inside they saw their friends, attempting to defend themselves. Towards the back of the crate they saw Dexter standing with the tablet.

"You little troublemaker," Larry hissed, pointing a finger accusingly at the monkey. "I'm going to deal with you later."

They only had a few minutes left until sundown. Larry flicked on the lights and, taking one of the guard's spears reached into the crate and plucked the tablet from Dexter's grasp. Just as he got it though, it began to glow, signalling that sundown had come.

All at once everything came to life again. The leader shouted orders to his guards in Ancient Egyptian and they closed and locked the crate. Then his eyes fell upon Larry and Natasha, looking confused as to how these people had gotten there, and now had the tablet.

He began questioning them in his ancient language, and when that didn't work he tried French. Finally he tried English.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" demanded Larry.

But Nat knew the answer. "Kahmunrah!" The man, Kahmunrah, had just been opening his mouth to answer. Now all eyes turned to her in surprise. "Sorry," she said. "I've read a lot about you."

"Have you?" A smiled formed on his lips. He reached for her hand and aimed to kiss it, but she drew it back sharply. His face fell. "I am Kahmunrah, great king of the great kings. And from the deepest, darkest depths of ancient history, I have come back to life!" he announced, emphasizing the last few words and shouting them although their faces were only inches apart.

Larry and Nat only nodded.

"Perhaps you did not hear what I just said. I, a centuries-old Ancient Egyptian pharaoh, was dead, but now I have come back to life!"

Again, they nodded. "Yeah, no, we heard," Larry said. "We got that. Welcome back."

Kahmunrah was still baffled by their reaction, rather lack thereof. "W-what, who are you?"

"Larry Daley," Larry said extending his hand, only to draw it back when this was met by spears. "Of Daley Devices, it's up in New York. This is my friend, Natasha Bentley. It's funny, we actually know your brother."

"Oh, do you, you know baby brother. The favourite son."

"Yeah, he's a good kid."

"Oh isn't he just? Mother and Father always gave him the best of everything, and I do mean everything. Including the throne, the throne which was rightfully mine!" He was obviously agitated by this. "But, now begins the Age of Kahmunrah, because I have come back to - never mind just give me the tablet," he demanded, cutting himself off.