Night At The Museum- Battle Of The Smithsonian ... -

He looked at the giant bronze statue of Abraham Lincoln. “I’m sorry about this, Mr. President,” he whispered.

Larry remembered Ahkmenrah’s words from years ago: The tablet responds to those who understand the weight of the past, but choose the future.

Three years had passed since Larry Daley saved the natural history museum. Now, he was a successful inventor, pitching a glow-in-the-dark flashlight to corporate suits. But his old friends were in trouble. Night at the Museum- Battle of the Smithsonian ...

“ ” Lincoln’s voice boomed like thunder. He took one giant step toward Kahmunrah, grabbed the pharaoh by his golden collar, and lifted him off the ground. “ …our fathers brought forth… a new nation. ”

The tablet was about to explode from the overload. He looked at the giant bronze statue of Abraham Lincoln

The battle took them everywhere. Larry and Amelia raced through the Hall of Miniatures , where tiny cowboys and Romans were fighting a hilarious miniature war. Ivan the Terrible got stuck in a dollhouse. Napoleon was defeated by a giant Albert Einstein bobblehead that kept poking him with a foam finger.

Larry had nothing. No weapons. No backup. Just his wits. Larry remembered Ahkmenrah’s words from years ago: The

The Museum of Natural History in New York was being renovated. The beloved exhibits—Teddy Roosevelt, Sacajawea, Rexy the T-Rex skeleton—were being boxed up and shipped to the vast, forgotten archives of the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C. Their magic, powered by the Egyptian Tablet of Ahkmenrah, would be lost forever.