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.
But Kahmunrah cornered them in the Lincoln Memorial replica. He grabbed Amelia and held a golden knife to her throat. “The tablet, Larry. Or your pilot flies for the last time.” Night at the Museum- Battle of the Smithsonian ...
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. Larry ran to Lincoln’s chair and yanked out