1. | CLOSE [NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM]

[ t w o ] MONKEYS & MAYANS

[ TWO ]

"WOAH." The girl spoke as her and Larry walked into the Africa exhibit.

"What, you've never been here before?" Larry asked, breathing heavily.

"Why would I, I'm not the night guard and I'd rather not get eaten by the lions." She spoke, "And hey, speaking of that, maybe we should lock the doors before we get mauled."

"Okay, fine, I'll lock the doors."

Larry locked the first metal door, not noticing that it was also the only way for he and the other girl to leave apart from the other door that was on the opposite end of the room.

"Hey buddy, I think we have a problem." The girl spoke, backing away from the vicious animals that stood in front of them.

"Yeah. Big problem." He breathed, holding his hands up.

"Run!" She yelled, taking off into the bushes.

"Wait! What about the instructions?" Larry yelled at the girl, who simply shrugged and continued running.

Larry dived for the instructions, swiping them up before running after the girl.

The duo reached the door, Larry pulling out his keys, only to find them missing.

"Where in Hades' name are you keys?" The girl exclaimed, helping Larry to keep the doors closed.

"I don't know!" He yelled back at her, before looking inside the room, right at Dexter the Monkey, who was holding the keys in his tiny hand.

"Hey! Hey there, Hi! What's your name? Your names, uh," Larry stared intently at the creature, trying to figure out what Cecil had told him earlier, "Dewey, uh, no, not Dewey, uh,"

"Dexter." The girl butted in, reaching up for the keys, "Can we please have those back Dexter."

Dexter began to climb down, holding out his hand to the girl, "Yes, good monkey, good boy. That's it, give us the key."

The girl moved both hands to the grates of the door holding onto the keys that he held.

She smiled widely at the monkey, the creature laughing at her expense.

Once she had recovered from the incident, she handed the keys to the night guard, shaking her hand in pain.

Larry locked the door, only to find a warm trickle of water streaming down onto his clothes.

"Oh, that's disgusting." The girl said, shaking her head and taking a step back from the peeing monkey and victim.

Larry took a step towards the exhibit, putting his hand holding the instructions m through the door, and before he knew it, Dexter had swiped the instructions from Larry's hand and ripped them into pieces.

"Well, at least you still have me." The girl offered, and the man looked at her disdainfully.

"Right. I don't even know your name."

"I'm Artemis. Goddess of the Hunt." She stood proudly, showing off her bow and quiver.

"Great, now I have a goddess to keep up with, this night is going great."

—§—

Larry and Artemis sat on a bench where it seemed to be quieter than the rest of the museum. Larry was almost hyperventilating, whilst Artemis sat calmly, enjoying the area. That is, until she got shot in the face by a tiny arrow.

"Ow!" She yelled, leaping up and looking for the perpetrator.

She looked at the beach, seeing tiny people facing Larry, aiming some kind of tube at him.

The tiny man blew into the tube, a small arrow landing into Larry's face.

They then turned to Artemis again, who held her hand up to prevent any of the arrows from hitting her face.

Whilst Artemis was dealing with the tiny Mayans, Larry had found himself bound by tiny ropes with a toy train about to run itself into his head.

"Artemis! A little help here?" Larry yelled at the goddess, only to find that she had a problem of her own.

There were Mayans everywhere, all of them shooting their tiny pin arrows at her.

"ENOUGH!" The goddess boomed, and all of the small warriors stopped what they were doing and stood at her feet. "Go back to your exhibit and stop bothering me before I shoot my arrows into all of you."

The Mayans instantly obeyed, and Artemis walked over to the exhibit that Larry was standing up from, only to find themselves surrounded by tiny Romans.

Artemis had dealt with enough that night, so she decided to sit down the edge of the western exhibit and wait for Larry to deal with the problem.

"So you're like, a goddess?" A voice asked from next to her, and she looked down to see a tiny cowboy standing next to her.

"I guess. So you're like, a cowboy?" She asked the small man who grinned at her.

"Only the greatest there ever was. Name's Jedediah, but you can call me Jed." The cowboy said, reaching out his hand so that she could shake it, before realising that he was much too small for that to ever be possible.

"I'm Artemis. You can call me Artemis, I'm a goddess, I don't have nicknames." The cowboy chuckled at her reply, before a horse's whinny interrupted them, the goddess standing up immediately.

"Oh hey Teddy." Artemis said nervously, looking up at the president, "It looks like my work here is done so I'm just gonna go."

Artemis leaped over a line of Romans, sprinting as fast as she could out of the Hall of Minatures.

—§—

"So you just ran?"

"So I just ran." Artemis confirmed to her twin, nodding her head.

"You know, just because Teddy think's he's in charge, doesn't mean he is. You're a goddess, Artemis. He's a man." Apollo told her as they walked along the hall.

"What difference does it make? We're both made of wax, we're not real people." She sighed, stopping where she was.

"Just because we're wax, doesn't mean we're not real, sister. We're just as real as the new night guard or that mummy in the Egyptian exhibit."

"God, that sarcophagus scares me. I wonder what would happen if someone opened it?" Artemis wondered.

"Well, luckily, we won't have to deal with that. Come on, the sun will come up soon, let's get to our exhibit."