#al capone night at the museum

[64-jungle-planks]

Night at the Museum: Redesigning Characters 2/4(?)

Character profile: Al "Scarface" "Snorky" Capone

This character is based off of and takes inspiration from the historical Al Capone.

Real Name: Alphonse "Al" Gabriel Capone

Nickname and Meaning: Scarface - He earned this nickname because of the three scars on the left side of his face, two on his cheek and one on his neck. Embarrassed by them, Al hates the nickname and never shared the real story of how he got them, siting that he actually got them fighting in WWI.

Snorky - Snorky was slang for sharp dresser. Al loved expensive, flashy clothes. Only close friends used it for him

Age: 26 (January 17, 1899)

Time Period: America's Prohibition in the 1920s, around mid-1925 Johnny Torrio, Al's boss, stepped down and let Al take over the Outfit.

Family: James "Jimmy" Vincenzo Capone, Raffaele "Ralph" James Capone, and Salvador "Frank" Capone + Three younger brothers and one sister that wasn't brought back.

(Headcanons under the cut)

Based on/taken from History:

Can play Banjo and Mandolin, prefers Mandolin

involved in the Five Points Gang with mobster John Torrio as a kid. John Torrio mentored him and gave him the role as the Chicago Mob leader

Only got into the mob for the money to care for his family

Can go from 1 to 10 very quickly

Played in a semi-pro team in Brooklyn as a kid/teen with Ralph. They were known as the Al Capone Stars

+ Intelligent + Generous + Confident - Overdramatic - Attention seeker - Petty

My own silly headcanons:

A little twerp, Al doesn’t respect authority

Feels that he’s better than Ivan and Napoleon because he’s from a newer generation and knows more.

“Okay boomer” vibes

Acts like he hates Napoleon and Ivan (mostly Napoleon), but likes them secretly. They are two men in history that did grand things- in fact he liked learning about Napoleon in school! Al just thinks he had a too big of a head.

Only has one tone of voice- really loud

Swears every other word

He’s a basically still a kid, one with too much power. Al knows his way around the mob, he’s been in it since he was around 15, but now he’s been given power over the Outfit and hasn’t come down off that high yet of being in charge.

Hes happy to have Frank back, they were four years apart in age and were extremely close. He’s missed Frank the year he’s been dead

Was extremely tempted to play baseball using the Einstein’s as balls. He doesn’t like them.

On that note, Al is slightly unnerved around the miniatures. He doesn’t seem to know what to do with himself around them.

He likes sitting at the bench in middle of the hall of miniatures just watching them. Al liked Cowboys and liked playing cowboys and robbers with his brothers as a kid. Some part of him wishes he could be part of their group.

After finding the Sinatra songs made after Al died, he’s constantly found humming them and making up his own lyrics to go along with them. He likes That’s Life the best.

Al somehow acquires a camcorder and films the whole night that they’re trying to take over the world, making himself a big star and part of the plan. He wants that stardom, he loved it when he was alive – he was just getting a part of it when he was alive

Really loves making up nicknames and short stories for people around him. One of his favorite things to do with Ralph is people-watch.

Al: I don’t like Napoleon! He’s a fuckin’.. fuckin’ bitch! A short ass goblin! Ralph: Yeah.. goblin’ that dick. Frank: MMHHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAH!!! Al: What.

Makes jokes about Napoleon and his boys being gay because he's frightened about questioning his own sexuality. He knows he likes women, but he's got that good ol' "1910's Christian beat the gay away" ideal still stuck in his head. It takes a bit for Al to realize he's bi

Loves giving gifts

He likes having at least one of his brothers by his side. Historically it's been Ralph, but during the events that take place during NATM 2, Al kept Frank close because he was frightened of loosing him again.

Frank, Ralph, Napoleon

[krackerjacs]

i need them all obliterated

[wonderlands-ass]

I think I'm still funny

Ft. Nicky trying to end a war and al Capone trying to start one

[caterpillarinacave]

NATM Textposts; Part 3/???

[trashcannotcan]

Come back i miss you

[average-jedtavius-enjoyer]

thinking of all the stinky bad guys from battle of the smithsonian.

they should kiss.

[the-autistic-vulcan]

Al Capone from Night at the Museum

Gif credits: @natmshipper and @vivienvalentino

he is so baby to me, it ain't even funny

[saint-petah-the-good]

Guys I need more AL capone from natm fanfiction, I read them all ,I read one that wasn't updated since 2009 there were obviously only two chapters, pls somebody help.

[lemonwisp]

Since y’all loved the NATM activity sheets I found I thought I’d share this too, so there is this site

Which is an official lesson plan for teachers about Battle of the Smithsonian,

It also has some bookmarks however these aren’t as good quality because I can’t figure out how to actually save them as a photo so it’s a little pixelated but maybe you can figure out how to, lmk if you do

[lidensword]

I came across some cool facial expressions while organizing my NatM 2 screencaps file.

You know what? I think it's worth it so I'll share them >:]

To finish, the three in one screencap:

Who won?

Who's next?

You decide!!

Epic Face Battle of History!!!!

[64-jungle-planks]

Speed-paint pt.3!

Alphonse… he gave me some trouble which you can see. After I’m done with Jimmy and Ralph I want to redo his reference. I feel like I could position his name better and make him face more forward than to the side. I also wish I didn’t give him spats, just white parts on his shoes.

I do really like his headshots though, especially the Capone look. It reminds me of Chilli from Bluey.

I also really love Ivan in this. I used his beta (?) design and I’m really happy with how it turned out. The doodle is based off a deleted extended version of a scene.

Another think I really think I did well was “Snorky”. I copied Al’s real handwriting, which I’m very proud of.

Link to the drawing!

[krackerjacs]

try not to obsess over a ship between two random historical figures challenge (IMPOSSIBLE)

[wonderlands-ass]

CAN WE GIVE SOME LOVE TO OTHER CHARACTERS THAT AREN'T JEDTAVIUS!?!?

Don't get me wrong I love Jed and oct but every time I go to the natm tag on Tumblr, it's JUST jedtavius.

There are other characters that are just as good as them that just get completely forgotten by like everyone.

Here's my list of characters that shouldn't be forgotten cause they are fucking awesome:

(who in my opinion hardly get ANY recognition)

Atilla

Lancelot

Custer

Sacagawea

Al Capone, Napoleon, Ivan, Kah (my faves 💕)

Ahk's parents (come on they could be such gold in fanfics)

Laa

McPhee (!!!!!!!!!!)

Tilly

Don (I just love him okay)

Old fuckers in natm 1 ( Fredericks, Regenald and Gus)

[ted-calling-orson]

ok some more stuff about the dino au bc I don’t have everyone as a dinosaur down yet but yk

Teddy- spinosaurus

Saca- cant decide between a baryonyx or a suchomimus so go wild

Jed- utahraptor

Oct- pyroraptor

Atilla- triceratops

Ahk- megalosaurus

Kah- also a megalosaurus

Custer- carnotaurus

Naps- mosasaurus

Ivan- haven’t truly decided yet but mainly going with the charchardontosaurus

Al- allosaurus

Amelia- any flying dinosaur works but im going with the quetzalcoatlus bc it’s awesome

ok sorry dark confession but I still haven’t watched the third movie yet so erm yeah this is my semi-unfinished au so far

[trashcannotcan]

Another NATM oc but this time funny evil woman version

This is Rana a childhood friend oh kahmunrah and ahkmenrah! Mostly kahmunrah due to being the same age. Shes mostly a crack oc 🫶

Shes a bit disturbing at times, often saying creepy things and you can't tell if shes joking or not. She likes Kahmunrah in a way shed study him and put him under a microscope. And he honestly just lets her be since they are friends.

[squeakyfir]

A small hostage (A night at the museum 2 X Child! Reader Fanfiction)

Description:

You, an eight year old child who was left behind on a school field trip gets locked inside the Smithsonian and are held hostage by wax figures of historical figures. Though one was cruel, the other's were a bit mean but they showed a bit of care. So much for being evil. There were questions that needed answers.

Will you live?

Will you die?

Will you see your family again?

Will you even remember this night?

Enjoy!

*I do not own the night at the museum movies. All rights to the characters and storylines belong to 20th Century Studios ™*

Chapter 1

Next

A two hour bus ride to a museum for a field trip is just as terrible as getting left behind. That happened to you. And man does it suck.

Here's what happened...

"Alrighty kids, we'll be arriving at the Smithsonian in 30 minutes" said the bus driver through the speaker. You sighed as you slumped back in your seat. Your whole class was going to the Smithsonian museum for a field trip. Everyone else was thrilled but you could care less. You hated field trips because they seemed pointless to you. The only upside is that it was an opportunity to get out of school. And that was it. The other kids on the bus were getting ansty about getting there.

Your teacher was pretty excited too since it wasn't easy to convince the school board to go on this trip. You opened up your book bag to see your history textbook since you forgot to take it out, your bagged lunch, your sketch book, your cell phone, your headphones, your homework folder and pencils. You also had some money on you in case you saw something in the museum's shops that you wanted. You smiled since your mom left it for you.

Some time went by and the bus stopped. All the kids stood up ready to get off but the teacher had to go over the rules. You didn't really listen but there was one rule that you did hear. "And lastly, if any of you are not here when we leave, we will leave without you".

You grinned. 'Yeah right'. The bus doors opened and all of you got off. The teacher led you all inside the big entrance with the Smithsonian as busy as usual and you all started your tour. You didn't listen to the information that was being told to you all, so you pulled out your phone and headphones to listen to music. Luckily, the teacher didn't notice and you just followed the group.

The whole tour was boring but the wax figures that the Smithsonian had were kinda cool. You especially loved the art galleries. You took an interest in the bronze statue called 'The Thinker'. You smiled and said, "Thats me wondering why I'm still here".

The tour had to stop for lunch and you sat by the fountain to just nibble on your food. You weren't that hungry but your mom knew you would be bored and packed you some fruit gushers. You loved your mom and she loved you so much. You two were a team but your dad is a whole other story.

You didn't realize what time it was and saw one of your class mates stand up to leave. You put your food back and stood up to follow. The tour continued and you went back to the music. It was long and tiring but when it was almost time to leave, you all started to head back to the entrance but you needed to use the bathroom. 'They won't leave me'. You went to the bathroom to do your business and you took your time since you knew they wouldn't leave you.

When you finished, you came back out and saw that the students were gone. You went outside and saw that the bus was gone. "No way". You ran back inside and looked around to see if they were anywhere but they were all gone. You couldn't believe this. This is illegal! Since the adults who were monitoring the other adults, you decided to do a little tour of your own. You went all around the place. A couple people glanced at you and wondered why you were alone. But you remembered what your mom said about 'stranger danger'.

You kept walking around until you came around a large room that resembled a cathedral. There was a small black wall with Egyptian hieroglyphics and a skull sarcophagus. You reached out and touched it, only to hear, "Hey"! You turned around and saw one of the night watch men coming towards you. "What are you doing? No touching".

"No, I didn't touch it".

"Oh really? Put your hand on it and touch it, cause I stand there and I wait all day for a little girl like you to come in and put her precious nail polished nails all over the exhibits".

"Ok, I'm sorry. I thought we all lived in a free country"?

"We don't. It's the United States of don't touch that thing right in front of you".

"Ok, just leave me alone" you said backing up.

"No, I'm not gonna leave you alone. You don't touch the exhibits".

"Would you relax"?

"Why should I relax"?

"Because your freaking out about me touching it" you said with sass.

"Do not touch it".

"Don't yell at me".

"Do not touch it".

"Don't yell at me".

"Do not touch it".

"Don't yell at me".

"I'll yell at you all day. I will literally call your parents and yell at them to". You sighed loudly and said, "Fine. Fine. I'm sorry. Better"?

"Yes it is. Now, don't touch it, understand"?

"Yep" you said with a smile. The man started to walk back and you saw his key card fall off his belt. You took that chance and snatched it before he saw you. You now had access to basically any part of the museum. You went to a metal door and saw it required a key card. You scanned it and it worked. You grinned and started going down a hallway and then down the stairs to the archives.

You checked your phone and saw that it was getting late. You didn't want to get caught either so you had to hide down here in the darkness with a ton of wooden crates and more wax figures. You didn't know how long you would be here for so you went inside an empty crate to sleep but you obviously set an alarm. The alarm was for one hour.

You awoke to your alarm, wide awake and hopped out the crate. You then heard banging sounds and talking. You put your phone away in your bag and wandered towards the sound and had to be careful to not get caught in case it was workers.

But what you discoverd instead was something way more interesting and confusing.

There were men in old outfits of French soliders, men who were literally in black and white, men with chain armor attire and one was wearing an Egyptian uniform. You stood on the other side of the shelf with crates and had an opening that was big enough for you to see through. The Egyptian man was speaking and he said, "I am Kahmunrah. I am half god, once removed by my mother's side. Rightful ruler of Egypt, future ruler of... well, everything else".

You kept listening to this talk and he then said, "Now, I have lost some men. So, I am in need of some new generals to join me in my little plan of conquering this world. Ivan the Terrible. Napoleon Bonaparte. And young Al Capone. Some of the most despicable, most feared leaders in all of history. Gentleman". Kahmunrah tried keeping a straight face but he failed and smiled like you when you were having fun with your mom.

"Really, it's just fantastic to meet you all". The other's nodded their heads and took it as a compliment. "Now all I ask is your allegiance, and in return, I offer you the world. Literally. Are there any questions"?

"Yeah I got one. How come you're wearing dress"? You giggled a little but had to stop yourself fast since you didn't want them to know that you were here. "This is not a dress. This is a tunic. It was the height of fashion three thousand years ago, I assure you. Are there any other questions"?

The man named Ivan who had a Russian accent said, "Da, this dress you're wearing, do we have to wear one of these too"? You once again tried not to laugh and then heard Kahmunrah say, "No, of course not. Were you not listening? I just told Mr. Capone here, that this is not a dress. It is in fact a tunic. Very big difference. Are there any other questions"?

Napoleon raised his hand but Kahmunrah then said, "Any questions not about the dress? Tunic". Napoleon put his hand down then Kahmunrah said "Alright then. Moonlight is wasting and the time is short-"

"SHORT"! You jumped a bit at Napoleon's sudden outburst then he said, "Why do you look at me when you say short"?

"I'm sorry. It slipped out". You tried looking over at the other men but then knocked some things off the shelf. They all looked towards you and you made a run for it. Kahmunrah then shouted, "GET HIM! BRING HIM HERE"! You heard footsteps running after you and you turned around a corner to then run into one of the French soliders. He instantly grabbed you and brought you back towards you the others.

When he came back with you in the light, the others were very surprised that it was just a kid. The solider held you by the shoulder firmly and you were now face to face with these strange people. "Well well well, what do we have here" said Kahmunrah.

"It's just a kid. But aren't you supposed to be in bed by now" asked Capone.

"No, I can stay up if I want to" you said struggling to get lose from the solider. "Why are you here" asked Kahmunrah.

"I was on a field trip and my class left me here".

"Well, no matter. Where is Mr. Daley? He has stolen my tablet and I want it back. Where is he"?

"I don't know a Mr. Daley now let me go". Kahmunrah gave you a look of irritation and said, "Tell me where he is or else".

"Or else what" you sassed.

"I'll have my men kill you".

"Hold on. I dont know you that well, but I don't kill kids" said Capone.

"Me as well, I do not murder children" said Napoleon.

"Well... if they give me a reason as to why, I might". You, Capone and Napoleon looked at Ivan like he was crazy but he didn't know what was wrong with what he just said. "What"?

You had enough of this. You slammed your foot down on the soliders foot and kicked Kahmunrah right in the shin. You ran off and heard Kahmunrah shout, "GO! GO! ALL OF YOU! GET THAT BRAT! BRING HER HERE"!

Well... tonight will surely either be a memorable night or your last night.