Me: Hi, again everyone! :D
Tintin: ...why can't you just stick with ONE story? :I
Me: Uhhhh... cos I don't wanna? -3-
Tintin: Guh... fine. : I
Me: Oh, don't worry, Tintin. I'll finish my other fic about you, too~ ^w^
Tintin: O_o
Me: Anyhoo, I decided to write another Tintin fic (as you can clearly see) that takes place BEFORE the other one. :)
Tintin: Wait... uhhh... I'm talking to you now in the present... but this story takes place before I technically met you... god, I'm confused. ;A;
Me: It's ok, Tintin. Can you at least do a disclaimer, ya? :)
Tintin: O-ok. AkuRoku18 does not own The Adventures of Tintin, nor is she making a profit off of this fic... I'm still really confused... ;_;
Me: Awww, I'll explain it to you later. In the meantime, you folks go read some fanfiction! :D
Tintin and the Caves of Lascaux
Prologue
September 12, 1940
"Take a look at this, Jacques!" called a voice from behind a pinnacle of rock. Suddenly, a dog barked somewhere near the location of the voice.
"What is it this time, Marcel? Don't tell me it's another one of your jokes…" the boy called Jacques yelled back. His two friends trotted along behind him to see what Marcel was making such a big deal over. The dog barked again.
One of two boys following Jacques, Simon, whispered to his companion, Georges, "You know, I think Marcel has a prank planned for us."
"Like what?" Georges whispered back.
"Well… I don't know… something childish like lure us all into a pit while that confounded dog of hi—" But Simon's statement was cut off when he slid feet first into a dark cave. Georges and Jacques stopped walking before they too fell into the hole.
Simon got to his feet, brushed the dirt off his pants, looked around the dark cave and immediately said something graceful: "Maudit. It's dark."
"Tch. Bien sûr, tromper. Fortunately for me, I brought my torch." Marcel reached into his bag pulled out a flashlight. He flipped the on switch and a dim light shone from the little metal object. The teenager shone the light on the wall and gasped. "J-Jacques! Georges! Come down here!" Marcel's dog, Robot, started to yip noisily. The wall was covered in primitive drawings of horses, tigers, humans, and other creatures. They seemed to be thousands of years old.
From outside the cave, the other two teens glanced at each other. Instantly, Georges said angrily, "Oh, no. You're not getting me to go in there."
"Come on, Georges. Don't be such a girl," Jacques snickered, and slid down the wall of the cave to meet with his friends. Georges sighed agitatedly, muttered, "…Je déteste vraimentles gars parfois…" and jumped in after Jacques.
Little did they know, but Marcel, Jacques, Georges, and Simon had discovered an important piece of human history that would lead scientists to find new and crucial parts in the evolution of humans. But, also they could not comprehend the trouble it would be for a certain reporter and his canine companion.