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

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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. And one by one, every exhibit froze in

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.