I do not own any rights to Indiana Jones nor anything that goes with it.
Although, I wish I did. Anyways hope you like the story, my friend and i wrote it late one night. It may not be the best or well written, but I like it.
Indy was standing there tall and proud, as usual. Every muscle in his body was trembling with excitement. This time, more than any other time, felt like the first time. Oh, yes, this was the moment. He felt it in a special place. The most special place of all, it was. Indiana's body stood there motionless while he thought about his point of entry. Many, in his situation, would turn back, but it was too late. This was past the point of no return. The temptation was too much, too sweet, and too compelling. He rocked back and forth moving his hips in a slight back and forth rhythm. This time he couldn't back down, couldn't go so far and not get anything out of it. This was too important to him. All he could think about was the act of actually doing it. That all didn't matter when he quickly thrust forth a bag full of sand and took a handful out, thinking the bag would be the correct weight needed to switch the idol out. Indy looked at the idol once more before doing the deed. He quickly sat the bag in place the same moment he took the idol off of the stone. With a smirk on that face of his, you know the one. He then stood up and turned around to leave.
*BOULDER BOULDER BOULDER BOULDER BOULDER BOULDER BOULDER BOULDER BOULDER BOULDER BOULDER BOULDER BOULDER BOULDER BOULDER BOULDER BOULDER BOULDER BOULDER BOULDER*
You know the rest…