At The Museum 3 Cj: Night

“So long, partner.”

“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

The Egyptian wing was a disaster zone. The Tablet’s decay was worst here. A sphinx sneezed and crumbled into sand. A row of shabti figurines twitched and fell over like dominoes. And in the center, standing before a broken, unopened sarcophagus, was the man they needed: Merenkahre. But he wasn’t a wise old pharaoh. He was a ghost—a flickering, translucent projection of rage. “So long, partner