I probably shouldn't have started another story, but I was watching Night at the Museum and I got this idea so I just had to write it and share it. Besides, I'm kind of stuck on my other stories so hopefully writing this I will think of something for the others. Enjoy ^_^

The day was not going the way she wanted. It was torture to her and she desperately tried to find a way out of it, but no matter what she did or how much she tried there was no escaping. It was a Saturday afternoon and instead of enjoying the day, nineteen year old Michaela was forced to look at college brochures. Her mother was always dropping hints that Michaela should go to college, which Michaela always ignored. Now her mother came over to Michaela's apartment, without warning, with a pile of brochures.

"What about this one?" Her mother asked as she picked up a brochure. "It looks like an nice campus." She opened it. "And they offer a variety of programs."

"I don't even know what I want to study."

"That's why I have so many. You can look at them and decide from there. Oh, and this one is a short distance from a river. You love swimming."

Michaela groaned. "Do we have to do this now?"

Her mother looked at her. "Yes, or you will never go to college. You don't want to be a security guard your whole life, do you?"

"I love my job."

It was true that Michaela wasn't planning on working at the museum as a security guard forever, but it paid well and she enjoyed learning about the different exhibits and their history.

"I swear, Michaela, you have no motivation. When are you going to start doing something with your life?"

"I am doing something. It's not like I'm sitting at home doing nothing. I'm only nineteen. I have the rest of my life to figure out what I want to be."

"By the time I was ten I decided that I wanted to become a nurse. And your father figured out his career choice when he was twelve. Even your sister knows what she wants to do and she's eight."

"I'm sure she'll change her mind a million times before she finally decides what she wants to do."

Michaela made her way to the kitchen and grabbed herself a soda. Her mother picked up another brochure and started naming off the different programs. Michaela sighed as she sat back down to endure more torture.

Two hours later, Michaela was thankful when her mom finally left. She appreciated her mother trying to help, but some things you just have to figure it out for yourself. And it wasn't like she didn't think about the future; she did. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do with her life, but she was in no hurry to figure it out.

Michaela got ready for work then headed out. She worked the night shift and for now she was the only one working at night. The other guard who had worked with her quit and until they find another replacement she was it. She didn't complain though. It wasn't like being a security guard was a hard job. Nothing exciting ever happened at the museum.

When she arrived, delivery men and employees of the museum were unloading some crates. She knew they were expecting exhibits from another museum and she was excited to see what they were. As she made her way over the crates she groaned when she saw Brandon standing there. It wasn't that she didn't like the guy; it was just that he was annoying sometimes especially when he keeps saying his name is pronounced Brundan.

"Aren't you off by now?" She asked when she walked up to him.

"What, am I not allowed to see the new exhibits? Can't really call them new exhibits, though, since we aren't putting them up."

"They're staying down here?"


"Then why did we agree to take them?"

"We have bigger storage than the one in New York."

Brandon soon left and the crates were finally unloaded. Michaela was left by herself. One thing she didn't like about working the night shift is that she did get lonely and being down in the basement was creepy. She decided to take one peek then head back upstairs.

Michaela recognized some of the people like Sacagawea and the Huns. There were also small cowboy and Roman figurines, and a monkey. What caught her eye was what the monkey was holding. It was a golden tablet with what appeared to have hieroglyphics. Michaela was about to touch the tablet when the monkey jumped out of the crate. Michaela screamed as she stumbled backwards.

"I thought that monkey was stuffed. What are they doing sending us a real monkey?"

"We only come to life at night."

Michaela jumped at the new voice as she glanced around her, noticing that the exhibits she had previously been looking at were now alive and walking around.

"This…this must be a dream."

"It's no dream."

Michaela looked down and saw a small cowboy.

"It's impossible. Most of you are made of wax. You can't come to life." Michaela closed her eyes as she gave her head a few hits. When she opened her eyes she expected to be alone, but the exhibits were still there, staring at her.

"Did that help?" The cowboy asked.

Michaela jumped up. "What is going on?"

"We came from the museum in New York." Sacagawea explained. "The tablet that Dexter has was supposed to stay there. That tablet is what gives us life at night."

"Only at night?"


Michaela shook her head. "This is not happening. You can't expect me to believe that tablet is magical."

"Then how do you explain us talking to you right now?" The cowboy asked.

"I'm dreaming. I must have fallen asleep."

"I told you this ain't no dream."

"Forgive me if I don't believe you."

Michaela made her way back upstairs.

"Where are you going?" Sacagawea asked.

"To get a mental evaluation." Michaela mumbled.

Sacagawea followed Michaela with the cowboy and the Roman. They introduced themselves and Jed and Octavius. The monkey also followed them and Sacagawea was scolding him for taking the tablet.

When Michaela walked to the main part of the museum she was shocked to see more exhibits walking around.


"Did we mention that the tablet works on the whole museum?" Jed said.

Michaela glared at him. "You forgot to mention that. So this is only for the night, correct?"

"Yes, but it happens every night." Sacagawea answered.


Michaela contemplated on what to do. Nothing like this has every happened so she had no idea what she should do next. She was still trying to process everything that was happening. Michaela was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard talking in a different language.

"Who is that?" Jed asked.

Looking over, Michaela saw a group of men. "Um…some Egyptian people?"

"You work here and you don't know who that is?"

"I've never actually seen the Egyptian exhibits. They were always in their sarcophagus. Oh my God. When Egyptians died they…and then they…that's just gross."

Jed and Octavius exchanged confused glances, but shrugged it off.

The group of men soon stood in front of Michaela and the others. The one who Michaela assumed was the leader because of his crown started talking in Egyptian.

"Sorry, I don't speak Egyptian." Michaela said.

"You speak English." He said.

"And so do you." Michaela was surprised, but didn't ask how he could speak English.

"That tablet belongs to me."

"It does not. It belongs to Ahkmenrah." Octavius said.

"So, you know baby brother."

"Brother?" Jed and Octavius said.

"I don't." Michaela said, hoping it would keep her out of trouble. She didn't know what it was, but she got a bad vibe from this guy.

"Yes, Ahkmenrah is my younger brother. I am Kahmunrah and that tablet rightfully belongs to me."

"We aren't going to hand it over." Octavius said.

"Then I will have to get it by force."

Kahmunrah gave an order to his men and they advanced on Michaela and the others. Dexter took off running. Knowing that was a good idea, Michaela followed. They made their way back down to the basement. Halfway down Michaela realized how stupid that was since there wouldn't be much places they could escape.

One of Kahmunrah's men threw a spear, missing Michaela by inches. She let out a shriek as she fell down the steps. She quickly stood up and started running again. When they got to the basement they hid behind a crate.

"I can't believe this is happening."

"How many times are you going to say that?" Jed asked.

"Until I finally believe it. It's not every day I see things I thought were just wax or dead come alive."

"We need a phone."

"What good is a phone going to do?"

"I'm going to call Gigantor."


"That's an excellent idea." Octavius said.

"You couldn't have mentioned that earlier?" Michaela asked with annoyance. "That means we have to get by those Egyptians guys."

"Sounds to me like you're scared." Jed said.

Michaela glanced at him. "I am not scared. Let's go, Cowboy." Michaela picked up Jed. She then looked at Sacagawea and Octavius. "You two stay here. I'm sure when they see us they won't bother you."

"So you think." Octavius said.

Michaela ignored him as she took a deep breath then made her way back upstairs.