Night At The - Museum 3 Cj Better

“Ain’t about leaving, pardner,” CJ said, smiling as a flake of paint fell from his lip. “It’s about the ride.”

Lancelot froze mid-charge, turning back into a wax dummy. The sphinx stopped crumbling. Jedediah felt his legs go numb and sat down with a sigh. But Larry—Larry glowed. His shadow stretched across the floor, and for one night, he was not a security guard. He was the Guardian of the Tablet, filled with the power of a thousand suns.

Silence. The world seemed to hold its breath. night at the museum 3 cj

He stood up, walked to the ghost of Merenkahre, and held up the Tablet. “Don’t save the magic for all of us. Just save it for him.”

Behind him, Jedediah gasped. “CJ?”

Their first encounter was with Sir Lancelot, played by Dan Stevens. He was handsome, noble, and dumber than a bag of rusty nails. Lancelot had been awakened by a stray flicker of the dying tablet and was convinced that the “golden glow” (the rust on the Tablet) was the Holy Grail. He snatched it and bolted.

He pointed to Larry.

“So long, partner.”