Night at the Museum Page #7

Stop the horses or I will!

They can't be stopped, Larry.

Don't you know your history?

These are money carriers. They were trained

not to stop for anything but a secret word.

Really? You mean a word like...

..." Dakota"?

Come on, Tex.

I read up on my history.

Thanks for the tip.

Oh, and by the way...

...don't ever talk to me like that

in front of my son.

Moving on.

-Hey, Huns.

-Tell Attila to have his boys...

...take him back.

Put him with the guards.

Oh, and no limb ripping, okay?

Hey, boy. Wait, wait, hold the phone.

What's makeekaka mean?

Wait. Translation, please.

The year was 1 909. I was going up

the Zambezi River in Africa.

And our river guide was a brilliant Pygmy

who spoke only by clicking.

There we are.

-Oh, boy.

-What is it?

I gotta get you guys

back to the museum.

How?

Ahkmenrah, I'm gonna need your help.

This is your tablet. You know

the instructions. You get everyone back.

Come on. There's somebody

who's gotta see this.

What I'm saying is, for the type of money

that they pay A-Rod...

...he ought to be bringing home

a World Series trophy every season.

You know what I mean?

Now, who they gonna get

to clean up all that doo-doo?

-lnuit.

-Yeah.

One terracotta soldier.

-Vikings.

-Right.

-Alpaca.

-Welcome back, ladies.

-Llama.

-Hey.

Viking guys.

Do me a favor. Your fellows

made some funeral pyre...

...in Petrified Wood. Go clean that up.

Okay? Thank you.

-He's back.

-All right, I'll deal with this joker.

Hey, hey, Moose.

It's not gonna happen, buddy. All right?

I told you, you can't come through

with those antlers.

So you and your caribou buddy

gotta go around to the loading dock.

-Lawrence!

-Hey, Teddy.

Great to see you in one piece.

Sakagawea, a little hot wax,

and I'm a new man.

Larry?

I told you I wasn't making fun of you.

-I know.

-Teddy?

Oh, my God.

Wanna meet her?

-Yeah?

-Yeah.

Okay, come on.

Excuse me. President Roosevelt,

this is my friend Rebecca.

-An honor.

-Hi.

And this is Sakagawea.

-Wea.

-Wea.

Wea.

I think she has a few questions

she wants to ask you.

You rock. I am a big fan.

What would you like to know?

Well, I mean,

I don't know where to start, but....

-One Buddha.

-Check.

Two zebras.

-Right. Check.

-Dexter! Welcome back.

Hey, Dex, so look.

No hard feelings, all right?

-Lawrence!

-You saw!

-You saw what he did just then!

-Who's evolved?

-I am.

-Who's evolved?

I am!

Good.

Well, they're all here.

Well done. Everyone's in.

Yeah, well...

...not everyone.

We lost a couple of good, little men

out there tonight.

With great victory comes great sacrifice.

Yeah.

Dad, look.

Bully!

You ain't getting rid of us that easy.

Until tomorrow evening, Lawrence?

Yeah. I don't know about that, Teddy.

It's gonna be tough

to talk my way out of this one.

Well, if that's indeed the case...

...then it's farewell, my friend.

Nick?

Your father's a great man.

I know.

Told you.

All right. Good night.

No, Lawrence. Good day.

Hey, Teddy?

Thanks.

You're watching New York 1.

News all morning.

Thanks for joining us.

There is a fresh blanket of snow.

But it's not the snow

that's got New Yorkers talking.

It's what's in the snow. There are

dinosaur tracks along West 81st Street.

Here's the remarkable video. These appear

to be Tyrannosaurus Rex tracks...

...and they lead straight

to the Museum of Natural History.

Authorities have found what appear to be

cave drawings in the subway.

Neanderthals atop the museum roof.

Elaborate hoax or publicity stunt?

You be the judge,

but one thing's for sure:

The folks at the Natural History Museum

have really outdone them--

Any explanation at all?

No. Got nothing.

Good.

I'll take your keys and your flashlight.

Folks, this way.

My name is Nick Daley.

My Career Day parent is my dad.

He's the night watchman

at the Museum of Natural History.

Hey, how's it going? Well, Nicky said it:

I'm the night watchman

at the Museum of Natural History.

Let me tell you something:

That's when history comes alive.

How many of you guys

have been over to the museum?

Goal!

Hey, it's getting late.

Are you ready to go home?

Nope.

Let's ride.

It was nice of Larry not to rat us out,

but this is ridiculous.

We're night watchmen, not janitors!

Gentlemen, you're doing a terrific job.

I'll gonna catch a few Z's.

You ain't going nowhere.

Start mopping, hot dog.

Over here.

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