The plan was desperate: find the tomb of Ahkmenrah’s father, Merenkahre, somewhere in the labyrinthine depths of the British Museum. Only the Pharaoh’s spirit could reforge the magic. But the British Museum at night wasn’t like their home. It was a chaotic, snooty, and terrifyingly vast maze of culture.
“It’s the big sleep, Jed,” CJ whispered, adjusting his ten-gallon hat, which now felt heavy. “Feels like a long winter comin’.” night at the museum 3 cj
“Hyah!” he yelled, as the tiny wheels squealed over the polished marble floor. The plan was desperate: find the tomb of