Like nearly every night before this one, the museum came to life. From wax figures to the bones of ancient beasts, all sprung to a living state and at once began to carry on their typical business. Their guardian, Larry Daley, had already planned something to keep a portion of the exhibits engaged.

It was Thursday, and that meant one thing... Movie Night.

Every week, Larry wheeled out a television and couch for the event, granted most exhibits just took to sitting on the ground or standing to watch the film, not bothering with trying to nab the couch space.

Now, not many exhibits really took part in Movie Night but those who did had a burning passion for it. The most passionate of these exhibits were two small men by the names of Jedediah and Octavius...

While Jed and Octavius had put aside virtually all conflict with each other, movie night stood as a final bastion of their disagreement. Every Movie Night the exhibits were given two films to choose from and like clockwork, Jed and Octavius would campaign fiercely for opposing movies.

As Larry walked back into the main lobby, he took notice of the fact Movie Night had brought in a larger crowd than usual. The crowd consisted of a moose, a mixed group of Union and Confederate soldiers, most of the miniatures, a Terracotta Soldier, and none other than Sacagawea herself, who thought she might as well give Movie Night a chance.

Larry couldn't help up grin a bit, this crowd was not really expected. As the night guard strode up to the group, he began to unzip his duffle bag, "Wow, bigger turnout than I imagined. How are we doing tonight, guys?"

An affirmative rumble from the majority was blotted out by one small voice calling up above the other's, Octavius, "We fare well, Larry! Let us see what fantastic and diverse films you have brought to us this night!" Octavius was stirring the pot of flattery, being more enthused than ever to get his movie choice picked.

Not a moment after Octavius had stopped speaking, Jed piped up as well. The cowboy strode right up to the Roman's side, "I've got a hankering to see what you've brought too! You always bring such great movies, Larry...means a lot for you to do this for us. You really are a patron of the arts, and I mean that." Kissassery continued tenfold with Jed's blabbering.

All the while, Larry just stood there, a look on his face that was half flattered, half fed up. They were being blatant kiss-asses but it was harmless enough...

With the duffle bag now open, Larry made brief work to pull tonight's choices out. He lifted them up in one hand, "Ben-Hur... or Cool Hand Luke..."

At once, Jed and Octavius blew up. Shouting which one they so desperately wanted. Of course their choices were polar opposites of one another, and the two small men made that fully clear.

"Cool Hand Luke? You know I love me some Paul Newman!"

"Such a man PALES before the noble likes of 'Chuck" Heston... Ben-Hur!"

"Prison talk!"

"Chariot races!"

"Men being men!"

"Romans being ROMANS!"

And so on...

As opposed to falling into stress due to the inferno of arguments, Larry simply held up a finger to Jed and Octavius. The two of them fell silent. A hand went back into the duffle bag...

With a flick of the wrist, Larry revealed a THIRD option, "An American in Paris..."

At once, all other exhibits present, save the cowboy and Roman began to voice their approval. Among the most avid supporters of this choice were Sacagawea and the moose. Jed's gaze darted between the rising support for An American in Paris, "AH, come on now! That ain't no fair!"

Octavius agreed, raising a finger skyward, "Jedidiah is right! What of THE DEMOCRACY?"

Larry popped the film out of its case and tilted his head to Octavius a tad, "Octavius, the whole point of a democracy is for the masses to have a say...you guys just got outvoted, that's all."

Holding back a wry smile, Larry turned around and put the movie into the DVD player.

Crossing his small arms while turning from Jed, Octavius sighed, looking off into the distance...looking at nothing in particular, just a wall.

With the film now up and running, Larry turned from the TV and small crowd, only to be met by a joyous voice, "Lawrence!"

Heralded by the clip-clopping of hooves, Theodore Roosevelt rode up atop his trusty steed, Texas. In a fluid motion, the Rough Rider dismounted and led his horse along beside him as he advanced towards Larry.

"Teddy! Come for Movie Night?"

"What-ho? Ah. The cinema! I'm afraid not, Lawrence. Never quite my cup of tea..."

Focusing his gaze past Larry now, Teddy looked to Sacagawea, a flicker of a grin flashed across his wax face. Taking off his hat, the president walked past Larry and offered a hand out to his love. A wide smile came and went as Sacagawea delicately put her own hand in that of Teddy's, having a soft kiss planted upon it.

Looking back to the night guard, Teddy cleared his throat, "Actually, my boy... I was curious if you would take to the upper levels with myself, observe the storm from there. What say you to that?"

Larry took a brief glance about the lobby. Seeing nothing that needed his attention (or for that matter his protection) at the moment meant he was more or less free. "Sure. Everything seems... seems pretty ship-shape down here."

Teddy beamed, "HA! There it is! We shall make our way to a proper vantage point..."

Sacagawea reached out past Teddy and took the reins of Texas. As the horse's master gave a quick look to her, Sacagawea simply shook her head and spoke firmly, "I can keep watch of him just as well as you...he is well behaved, you know?"

Relinquishing the ownership of Texas to Sacagawea for the time being, Teddy put his hat back on and nodded firmly, "Tend to a beast properly and they will become a loyal companion..." he shot a glance to Larry, "Are we off?"

Larry adjusted his jacket some and nodded, "Lead on Teddy, you're the trailblazer, after all."

Teddy chuckled and with an enthusiastic beckon to Larry and a tip of the hat to Sacagawea, the duo was off. Rough Rider and Night Guard...

Making their way through the relativity calm halls of the museum, Larry and Teddy shared some small talk, all of it being fairly routine. How was Nicky? How was the road here? Typical talk...

At last, Teddy spotted a position that seemed ideal to observe the storm that was picking up outside from. It was simply a bench that lay near a large, glass window that provided a fantastic view of the outside city. Sitting himself down with a sigh of relief, Teddy slapped the open space on the bench next to him, "Come now, Lawrence! This spot will do nicely...a perfect view, if I do say so myself."

Sliding in next to Teddy, Larry cast a look outside...it had really picked up since he had arrived.

"I have not seen a storm such as this since the Blizzard of '88. A slushy mess that was. You should have seen how people we're sliding about..." Teddy reminisced as he threw a brief look to Larry and then back out the window again.

Larry nodded a bit, "Yeah...technically they're calling it a winter storm, now."

Teddy quickly looked back to Larry, perking an eyebrow up, "Is that not simply saying what blizzard entails but with a needless two words?"

His mouth making some shapes in thought, Larry tried to think of something to say in rebuttal...nothing came. He simply nodded and proceeded to change the topic, "Whatever you call it, it's going to be big. Barely anyone was out on my way here...heck. More than one person has told me not to even come here because I'll get snowed it."

Clapping Larry on the back, Teddy proclaimed proudly, "And yet you came in spite of it all! That is a man bound to duty. Take pride! And besides, if you truly are snowed in, at least it will be in good company, wouldn't you say?"

Larry grinned and bobbed his head around a bit, "Yeah, well. Not to sound shallow here but you guy's are stiff company come sunrise..."

A resounding and lone "HA!" came from Teddy, getting the play on words at once. He appreciated such things...even the likes of terrible little puns from time to time.

Looking back out towards the window, Larry took in for the first time the sheer amount of snowfall that was occurring outside. He wouldn't dare guess how many feet of snow there would be come morning, or for that matter how much snow would still be coming down.

Staring out at the spinning snowflakes still, Larry spoke up, "So...tell me a bit more about this Blizzard of '88..."

Slowly grinning, Teddy perked up, "I thought you'd never ask, my boy..."