Title:Night at the Museum: Children of the Museum

Summary: Instead of sending Kahmunrah to the Underworld at the end of NATM 2, the Tablet regresses him and his brother to a time when they were happy. How will Larry and the other exhibits handle the two Egyptian princes?

Genre: Family; adventure; friendship; some humor; some hurt/comfort

Characters: Kahmunrah, Ahkmenrah, Larry, Teddy, Jed, Octavius

Pairings: None

Warning: None, unless fluff and cuteness needs a warning.

Disclaimer: I do not own Night at the Museum or any characters…though I'd like to get my hands on Ahk-um…never mind…

A/N: Random story I came up with after watching the new NATM 3. And after realizing that the NATM fanfic archive is severely lacking in decent stories, especially decent stories featuring Ahk and Kah. Enjoy! Oh, and Ahk is claustrophobic in this…because claustrophobic Ahk is simply adorable. And it makes sense, too.

* Means the phrase is uttered in Ahk's native tongue. Unfortunately, I was unable to find anything on Ancient Egyptian language other than the fact that they spoke Coptic or whatever. (Fat lot of good that does when I have no means of actually translating things) If you know of anything that might help me, please review or PM me!

Prologue

Just after Larry leaves the museum.

The young pharaoh stared at the casket before him. His casket. Oh, how he hated the thing! It was horribly stuffy in there if he was awake; and, of course, his claustrophobia didn't help matters at all. He usually waited until the last possible second before climbing in, not wanting to spend any longer than he had to awake in it.

The sound of his jackal guards moving to intercept what they perceived as a potential threat pulled him from his reverie and the pharaoh turned just in time to see Dexter the capuchin monkey dart between the jackals' spears and clamber over his casket heading straight for the Tablet. His Tablet!

"Dex, no!" Ahkmenrah practically shouted at the monkey, who chattered smugly at him before running off. "Stop him!"

The jackals moved to do their king's bidding, but the huge stone giants were too slow for the much smaller and quicker Dexter, who skidded easily between their spears just as he had coming in.

"Dexter!" The young man called angrily after the capuchin. "*Stupid monkey."

Ahk chased Dexter past the few exhibits still on display, forcing himself to slow his pace so as not to slip on the steps. He wasn't really fond of the idea of dying twice.

Dexter chattered at him from a perch atop the monkey's crate and Ahkmenrah leapt lithely at the creature just as the sun peeked over the horizon and all the exhibits were turned back to what they were.

TBC…

Short chapter? Yes. But I believe, as a writer, that prologues should be short and to the point. And this is the prologue. The rest of the story will take place after the Battle of the Smithsonian. This was just showing how Ahk winds up in the Smithsonian with his big brother.

…plus it's late and I have school tomorrow, so…

Please read and review!

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