The light vanished. The gate slammed shut. The Horus falcon crumbled to dust. And one by one, every exhibit froze in place—except the New York crew.
Their mission: find the tablet, stop Kahmunrah, and get everyone home. Night at the Museum- Battle of the Smithsonian ...
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. The light vanished
Larry had done it. He negotiated a deal with the real Smithsonian directors: the New York exhibits would return home, but the tablet would remain on display—in a case with a silent alarm, of course. And one by one, every exhibit froze in
The next morning, Larry stood in the empty Smithsonian hall. Amelia Earhart was back in her bronze form, but her hand was raised in a final salute.