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

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

One night, a panicked call came from his old night guard friend, Gus. “Larry, it’s the tablet! They shipped it with the exhibits!”

—the legendary pilot, immortalized as a bronze statue in the Air and Space gallery—came to life with a confident wink. “You look like a man who needs a co-pilot,” she said. She was bold, quick-witted, and had a habit of punching first and asking questions later. She commandeered a model plane and flew Larry across the massive museum, dodging Capone’s tommy-gun fire.

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

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.

Larry ran to Lincoln’s chair and yanked out the bronze bench. A single, loud echoed through the hall. Lincoln’s eyes glowed white. Slowly, the 30-foot-tall statue of the 16th President rose to his feet.

He looked at the giant bronze statue of Abraham Lincoln. “I’m sorry about this, Mr. President,” he whispered. Their mission: find the tablet, stop Kahmunrah, and

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.

“ ” 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. ”

Kahmunrah screamed, “Release me! I am your pharaoh!” They shipped it with the exhibits

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.