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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 ...

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. Amelia grabbed Larry’s hand

He ran to the tablet, ignoring the chaos, and placed both hands on it. He didn’t fight the magic. He simply whispered, “Time to go home.” In his final rage, he activated the Gate of the Underworld

He smiled. Some magic never fades.

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

Then he found help in the most unlikely place.