One night, a panicked call came from his old night guard friend, Gus. “Larry, it’s the tablet! They shipped it with the exhibits!”
Lincoln stared down at him. “ ” He carried the screaming Kahmunrah to a giant model of the Washington Monument and dropped him inside.
The Museum of Natural History in New York was being renovated. The beloved exhibits—Teddy Roosevelt, Sacajawea, Rexy the T-Rex skeleton—were being boxed up and shipped to the vast, forgotten archives of the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C. Their magic, powered by the Egyptian Tablet of Ahkmenrah, would be lost forever.
He looked at the giant bronze statue of Abraham Lincoln. “I’m sorry about this, Mr. President,” he whispered.
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.
One night, a panicked call came from his old night guard friend, Gus. “Larry, it’s the tablet! They shipped it with the exhibits!”
Lincoln stared down at him. “ ” He carried the screaming Kahmunrah to a giant model of the Washington Monument and dropped him inside.
The Museum of Natural History in New York was being renovated. The beloved exhibits—Teddy Roosevelt, Sacajawea, Rexy the T-Rex skeleton—were being boxed up and shipped to the vast, forgotten archives of the Smithsonian Institution in Washington, D.C. Their magic, powered by the Egyptian Tablet of Ahkmenrah, would be lost forever.
He looked at the giant bronze statue of Abraham Lincoln. “I’m sorry about this, Mr. President,” he whispered.
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.