“ ” 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’s magic had awakened everything in the Smithsonian. And unlike the friendly New York museum, this place was packed with historical heavyweights—and villains.
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. Night at the Museum- Battle of the Smithsonian ...
But Kahmunrah wasn’t done. In his final rage, he activated the Gate of the Underworld. The floor cracked open, and a blinding light shot up. The Horus falcon came alive, spreading stone wings. And from the gate, the first of the Horus army—huge, jackal-headed warriors—began to climb out.
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. “ ” Lincoln’s voice boomed like thunder
Or so Larry thought.
The worst of them was . He was the long-lost older brother of Ahkmenrah, the young pharaoh. Kahmunrah was cruel, dramatic, and desperate. He wanted the tablet not to give life, but to open the Gate of the Underworld and unleash his army of loyal soldiers, the Horus army , to conquer the world. ” The tablet’s magic had awakened everything in
He looked at the giant bronze statue of Abraham Lincoln. “I’m sorry about this, Mr. President,” he whispered.
He smiled. Some magic never fades.
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