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.
Amelia grabbed Larry’s hand. “The tablet! We have to turn it off!” Night at the Museum- Battle of the Smithsonian ...
The tablet was about to explode from the overload. Three years had passed since Larry Daley saved
One night, a panicked call came from his old night guard friend, Gus. “Larry, it’s the tablet! They shipped it with the exhibits!” He smiled
—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.
Larry had done it. He negotiated a deal with the real Smithsonian directors: the New York exhibits would return home, but the tablet would remain on display—in a case with a silent alarm, of course.