Kahmunrah was left sealed inside the model monument, screaming silently.
Amelia grabbed Larry’s hand. “The tablet! We have to turn it off!”
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. Night at the Museum- Battle of the Smithsonian ...
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.
The next morning, Larry stood in the empty Smithsonian hall. Amelia Earhart was back in her bronze form, but her hand was raised in a final salute. Kahmunrah was left sealed inside the model monument,
Kahmunrah screamed, “Release me! I am your pharaoh!”
Their mission: find the tablet, stop Kahmunrah, and get everyone home. We have to turn it off
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.