Night At The Museum- Battle Of The Smithsonian ... Today

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 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 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. 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.

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

As he walked out into the D.C. sunrise, Larry glanced back. For just a second, he saw the bronze statue of Amelia wink at him.

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. And Larry himself was just a man with a broken flashlight

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