I recently picked up the NATM, and I remembered so many memories with mostly the first one. I never actually saw the third one until a couple days ago, though I watched the second when it came on TV. Hopefully I can make you all entertained with this one.

The usual spiel, I don't own NATM. I own any and all characters and plot points that you don't recognize in the films, however.

"Alright, Mr. Pharaoh! Stay still!"

A chipper voice laughed at her own joke. The Pharaoh wasn't moving anytime soon, but that also meant that she couldn't see him. A sigh left the girl's lips as she held up the eroded pencil. In her hand was a sketchbook, flipped to a fresh and crisp page. She could trace every little wrinkle in the paper if she wanted to.

"If only I could actually see what you looked like, Ahkmenrah. But seeing that the Egyptians weren't much for portraits..."

Cleopatra Trumbauer. A regular at the Museum of Natural History. While others took glances at the exhibits, she inhaled every detail and breathed life into them. Well, into drawings. Her sketchbook, which was brand new just a week and a half ago, was now just over halfway done.

She sighed, flipping through the used pages. Drawings and sketches of some like the Neanderthals, Attila, and Theodore Roosevelt all stood in some pose. For some strange reason or another, she had drawn, of all people, Sacagawea standing next to Teddy. Her arm interlocked his; she felt some sort of connection between them the moment she walked in. Or maybe it was out of creative freedom, she wasn't sure.

"So, how's the weather in the afterlife?" She asked, criss-crossing her legs. She then occupied herself with drawing the jackals, brushing back a lock of long black hair. Her electric blue eyes held a childish gleam as she stroked the pencil across the page. Her slightly tanned skin made her eyes stand out more.

Her phone buzzed, waking her out of her drawing daze.

"Ooh! Time to see who the new night guard is. Hey, Ahk, I'll see you tomorrow, 'Kay?" she smiled. She flipped closed her sketchbook, pushing it into her bag. She then left the Egyptian exhibit, still trying to figure out what he looked like in her head.

"Cleo!" Cecil's voice rang. She smiled, turning to him. Her black skirt flared slightly, loose and free. She also had a blue blouse on, black slip-ons patting against the floor.

"Great Uncle CJ!" She greeted kindly, her eyes crinkling. Cecil hugged her and she pressed a kiss to his cheek. "I was looking for you all day but I couldn't find you," She explained, the hug ending. Cecil wasn't truly related to her, but was friends with her grandfather when they were younger.

"Well it's still good to see you."

"Yeah! Sorry I didn't come yesterday. Tests and the sort.." She tugged her hair back into a ponytail, smoothing out her skirt.

"That's quite alright. But like I promised, history becomes a lot more interesting at night." He had an interesting gleam in his eyes.

"Right, yes. Anyway, do you have any idea what Pharaoh Ahkmenrah looked like? Did you find a statue or something when you found his tomb?"

"Nope. Just hieroglyphics and the family."

Cleo sighed, but a smile grew on her face.

"So who's the new security guard?"

"Hello Reggie, Gus," Cleo greeted kindly to the other old men in the room. They'd been friends for so long she considered them great uncles as well. She sat down in a wooden chair as a bell chimed. Cecil, being a jokester like usual, made himself look hunchbacked as he opened the door.

"Hello?" he greeted frailty, before stand upright and laughing. "Just kidding." So this would be the new guard?

"Hi. I'm Larry Daley, are you Mr. Fredricks?"

Cecil laughed again as they shook hands, "Mr. Fredricks was my father. I'm Cecil. Nice to meet you, Larry. Nice firm handshake. I like that. Tells a lot about a man. Come on in." Cecil let him in, Larry passing him. "Let's talk turkey here."

Cleopatra spaced out as she looked over at the boxes in the wall.

"And this is my friend's granddaughter, Cleopatra. She'll be joining you in a couple nights."

"Cleo-Cleopatra?" Larry asked, not sure he heard right.

"Just call me Cleo. Cleopatra makes me sound too important," She giggled. "Well Uncle Cecil, I'll let you talk slack to Mr. Daley. Gotta go study for my exam."

"Have fun, sweetheart!"

Cleo went back up to the museum, glancing at the tyrannosaurus as she passed.

"Goodnight, 'Rex." She waved, leaving for her apartment.

I hope no one was out of character, I haven't written for something like this before so it'll take some getting used to.

I actually have all of the first movie written, but I won't be releasing them all at once. The next chapter will release sometime in between Sunday and Tuesday, depending on when I'm on.

Thanks for taking time out of your day to read this short chapter, and who knows, maybe I'll release the next one early.