Night At The Museum- Battle Of The Smithsonian ... Apr 2026

Larry’s only allies were the New York crew, but they were scattered. Teddy Roosevelt was locked in a diorama. Rexy was just a skeleton. And Larry himself was just a man with a broken flashlight.

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

Amelia grabbed Larry’s hand. “The tablet! We have to turn it off!”

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. Night at the Museum- Battle of the Smithsonian ...

Larry rushed to the Smithsonian, a maze of 19 museums under one roof. By the time he arrived, the sun had set. And chaos had erupted.

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.

“ ” 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. ” Larry’s only allies were the New York crew,

Then he found help in the most unlikely place.

Or so Larry thought.

Kahmunrah had already taken command. His lieutenants were a rogue’s gallery: (cackling and volatile), Napoleon Bonaparte (short, angry, and waving a riding crop), and Al Capone (smug and trigger-happy). And guarding them all was a massive stone statue of a giant Horus falcon —a terrifying creature that could tear a cowboy in half. And Larry himself was just a man with a broken flashlight

Their mission: find the tablet, stop Kahmunrah, and get everyone home.

He smiled. Some magic never fades.

Larry had nothing. No weapons. No backup. Just his wits.

Lincoln stared down at him. “ ” He carried the screaming Kahmunrah to a giant model of the Washington Monument and dropped him inside.

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.