Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian X Reader

Look who's back

Ever since that faithful day, Larry and (Y/n) had grown very close. They each spent each night at the museum looking after their new exhibit friends. But as time went on, (Y/n) had been seeing less and less of Larry. She knew it was because he had started getting successful, but it still made her sad sometimes, and then eventually, he stopped showing up altogether, and they grew rather distant, and this broke her heart. Even so, she had remained as the night guard and did the job solo ever since. And while doing so, grew closer with every exhibit there. The ones she grew the closest to were Teddy, Jed and Octavius, and Sacagawea, who all loved the girl and would do anything to help her. Teddy was always there for her when she needed him and would always give her good advice and encouragement. Jed and Octavius would visit her while she was helping out the others and would even offer her a hand sometimes, since they knew that it's been a lot harder for her ever since Larry left, and Sacagawea became more and more like an older sister figure to her. And although she felt betrayed by Larry, she grew closer and closer to her museum friends and adored them. She and the exhibits were like one big happy family. But soon she heard the horrible news that they were all going away. She did everything she could to talk Dr. McPhee out of it, but he just kept dismissing her. Things seemed rather hopeless. Meanwhile...

"What if this was your house? Power's out, lights are dead, Your little ones in their bunk bed down the hall, crying out..." "Mommy! Daddy! Come quick! I'm scared!" Kids shouted. "You need to get there, and fast." "Coming, honey! Daddy's coming!" The father shouted, accidentally bumping into a desk as he ran down the hallway. "You'll need a weapon, But first, you'll need a flashlight. But you're in the dark! What are you gonna do? How are you gonna find it? I'll tell you how. "The Glow-in-the-Dark Flashlight!" Larry said as he held it up. "That's right, folks! I'm Larry Daley of Daley Devices, and we're gonna spend the next paid-programing block rocking your world. And I brought along a friend to do it. George Foreman, ladies and gentlemen!" Larry shouted, and everyone clapped as Larry sat down. "Fantastic, Larry, fantastic! Isn't he fantastic, America?" George Foreman asked. "But, seriously, isn't it true that just two years ago, you were working as a night guard at some dusty museum?" He asked. "That is true, two-time world heavyweight champ George Foreman." Larry said, and everyone laughed. "I was just a regular Joe with a flashlight and a dream." Larry said. "You mean a regular Larry." George Foreman joked, and Larry faked an uncomfortable laugh. "But what's no joke," George Foreman said, causing Larry to stop laughing. "Is your CEO of Daley Devices, creator of such indispensable items as the Super Big Dog Bone!" He said, and everyone clapped. "You like that one?" Larry asked everyone. "The Unlosable Key Ring!" George Foreman said. "Oh, yeah, that little chestnut!" Larry said. "And now your latest breakthrough... Say it with me, America!" George Foreman said. "The Glow-in-the-Dark Flashlight!" Everyone shouted. "Whatever the household crisis, this is Daley Devices. Can I help you?" A woman at the desk asked on the phone as Larry walked past. "Tina, give this back to Stewart. I don't trust his math, okay?" Larry asked. "That guy called again." She informed. "Again?" Larry asked as someone approached him. "Lar! Huge news! We got the Wal-Mart meeting." He said. "No! When?" Larry asked. "Yeah. Three days." The man replied. "Okay, all right. We got a lot of work to do." Larry said.

"Well, okay, did you just hear me say "Wal" and "Mart" together?" The man asked. "Yeah! I know, it's huge." Larry said. "So just take a second to be happy about it." The man said. "All right. Yay." Larry said. "You're totally making fun of me." He replied. "No, let's hold off on the victory parade till we close, okay?" Larry asked. "You got it." The man replied. "And when does he want to meet?" Larry asked as the two walked out of the building. "They want Friday morning, 10:00 a.m." the man said. "Okay, then, you know what? Cancel that pitch for the electric saw thing with the propeller, all right? I just want to focus on this. Okay. Just this." Larry said. "My daughter's birthday, canceled!" He said as he closed Larry's car door. "You can go home. I'm gonna be pretty late, okay." Larry said before closing the car door and walking over to the museum. He was pretty nervous if he was being honest. It's been a long time since he's seen (Y/n), his past girlfriend and best friend, and she was still a night guard at the museum. He took a deep breath and sighed before walking into the museum. "Hello! Excuse me! Unauthorized personnel! If it isn't our very own Mr. Success Story. Come for one of your nostalgia tours? (Y/n) and I haven't seen you for a few months." Dr. McPhee said. "Yeah, I've been busy. Is she here?" Larry asked, and he nodded. "Isn't she always?" Dr. McPhee asked. "What's going on here?" Larry asked as he looked at all of the boxes. "Progress, so they tell me. The future. Behold, Natural History, version 2.0." He said, before activating a device, and a projection of Theodore showed up. "Welcome to The Museum of Natural History, where history comes to life! Step up, ask your question, Then let the next little boy or girl have their turn." The projection said. Dr. McPhee looked over at Larry and smiled. Larry looked at the projection and stepped forward. "Okay, where were you born?" Larry asked. "Right here in New York City, on Twentieth Street, October 27th, the year of our Lord 1858-" he began to stutter as Dr. McPhee shut it off. "Blah, blah, blah. History, history. Learning, learning. Changing America, one child at a time." He said, uninterested. "That's great. So you're adding some new interactive exhibits?" Larry asked as he began to follow him. "No, Mr. Daley, not adding. Replacing the old exhibits." Dr. McPhee said. "Where are they going?" Larry asked, suddenly panic stricken. "Away." Dr. McPhee said. "We're getting rid of all this junk. The dioramas, the waxworks, even some of the shabbier animals, like this scrawny little monkey." Dr. McPhee said as he walked over and picked up Dexter. "You should be careful. He's a capuchin." Larry said. "It's a monkey." Dr. McPhee said. "He's a rare breed. He's a capuchin. He's not just a monkey." Larry corrected.