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

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 ran to the tablet, ignoring the chaos, and placed both hands on it. He didn’t fight the magic. He simply whispered, “Time to go home.” Night at the Museum- Battle of the Smithsonian ...

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. Larry ran to Lincoln’s chair and yanked out

Then he found help in the most unlikely place. Slowly, the 30-foot-tall statue of the 16th President

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.

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.

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