Meanwhile, Coiley, FG, and Courtney were wandering around, looking for the professors.

"Professor Harrington!" Coiley called. "Professor Grant! Where are you guys?!"

"Professors!" FG shouted. "Come on, what are you trying to do, scare us?"

"Come out come out wherever you are!" Courtney called.

"We're gonna have to move to another hallway or something," Coiley said.

"Yeah, we're not getting any response," FG said. "We may have to speed this search up a little. We're running out of light. The batteries in my flashlight are almost dead."

"Yeah, but there are torches along this hallway," Coiley said.

"But not in all the others," FG pointed out.

"So we'll just take a torch from here," Coiley said, picking up a torch. The trio continued walking down the hallway, looking around.

"You know, I've just noticed something," Coiley said.

"What?" Courtney asked.

"There are absolutely no ancient artifacts around here," Coiley replied. "Nothing, none, nada, zilch."

"Yeah, I noticed that, too," FG said.

"Maybe the natives had them buried with them," Courtney said. "Like they did in Egypt."

"Maybe," Coiley replied. "But you'd think there'd be something around here."

The trio walked around a little at least until Coiley accidentally stepped on a small rock. It turned out that rock was a button that activated a booby trap. After a little while, it appeared that the ceiling was getting lower.

"Is it just me or is this ceiling getting lower?" FG asked.

"It's getting lower," Coiley said. "Not to mention the walls are starting to come in as well."

Then Coiley realized what he just said.

"Did I just say the walls were closing in?" he asked.

"Something like that," Courtney replied.

"Somebody must've set off a booby trap!" FG shouted.

"I could transform and hold off the walls, but definitely not the ceiling with them!" Coiley shouted.

The trio began to panic. The walls and the ceiling were closing in, getting ready to squash them. Suddenly, Courtney pulled a bag of marbles out of her backpack.

"What are you gonna do with those?" Coiley asked.

"Get us out of here, what else?" Courtney said.

"By shooting marbles?"

"Yeah."

"I really don't think that's going to work."

"Just watch!"

Courtney pulled a big one out of the bag and shot it at the ceiling. It bounced off the lowering ceiling and then rolled across the floor. It hit a crack and bounced on the button that Coiley had stepped on. Then the walls and ceiling retracted.

"Wow, that was a close one," FG said, heaving a sigh of relief.

"Too close for comfort if you ask me," Coiley said. "Come on. We've got a lot of ground to cover."

Meanwhile, Multi, Shawn, Donna, and Skittles were going along yet another hallway, looking around, trying to make heads or tails out of the situation.

"Hey Professors!" Multi called.

"Ally ally oxen free!" Donna called out.

"Where the heck are they?" Shawn asked, starting to get impatient.

The group continued to walk along, Skittles sniffing about. And all of them noticed the lack of ancient artifacts. They thought that was pretty strange. They were walking along so absorbed in either wondering about the missing artifacts or finding the professors, they didn't notice a button similar to the one Coiley had stepped on along the way.

"This is crazy," Multi groaned. "It's hot in here, probably hotter than it is outside!"

"You're telling me?!" Shawn shouted. "We're in here in this . . . . this sauna, and we also have to worry about booby traps!"

"Well, they're sure hidden well. I haven't seen anything that looks remotely like a . . . . whoa!"

Multi had tripped over a crack and was about to land on a button that would set off another booby trap. And everyone noticed.

"Multi, no!" Shawn screamed.

Too late. Multi crash landed and his hand hit the button.

"Oops," he said.

The girls began to panic. But then nothing happened. Nothing at all.

"Maybe it's a false alarm," Shawn replied. "Nothing to worry about."

Suddenly, a blade came swinging from the ceiling. The foursome jumped out of the way and screamed.

"Me and my big mouth!" Shawn shouted. Another blade swung down, missing Multi by an inch.

"Run for it!" he shouted.

The foursome ran, dodging the blades that were coming down at an alarming pace. They finally managed to get into another hallway just as the blades stopped swinging down.

"Now that's what I call a close shave!" Multi shouted.

"A little too close for my taste," Shawn said. "Come on, you guys. We've got work to do."

The quartet walked off. Meanwhile, Fluey, Danalleah, and Ellen were wandering around, looking for the professors.

"This is incredible," Fluey said. "How could they just have disappeared into thin air?"

"Maybe this place really is haunted," Danalleah said. "Maybe the ghosts of the natives got them."

"Yeah right," Fluey said. "If this place is haunted, then I'm the King of Sheba."

As they were walking, Fluey stepped on another button that set off another booby trap. But it didn't activate right away. Nobody really noticed until Fluey suddenly stopped.

"You girls hear something?" he asked.

"Like what?" Ellen said.

"Like kind of a low rumble," Fluey said.

"What?" Danalleah asked.

"Just listen," Fluey said.

The girls stopped and listened. Fluey was right about one thing. There was somewhat of a low rumble, and it was coming from right behind them. The group turned around and saw the biggest boulder known to man rolling down the hallway, right at them.

"Let's get out of here!" Fluey yelled.

The trio dashed down the hall, with the boulder on their heels. They were having one heck of a time trying to outrun it, that was for sure! The thing was rolling too fast.

"It's gonna squash us any minute!" Ellen shouted.

"What we need is a detour!" Danalleah yelled.

"Follow me!" Fluey shouted.

The trio rounded a corner suddenly. The boulder went straight ahead and then crashed into the wall, causing it to break into little pieces. The giant boulder then became tiny pebbles.

"Oh man, I like my clothes pressed, but not while I'm wearing them!" Fluey shouted.

"Man, that was a narrow escape," Ellen said.

"You can't get a closer shave than that!" Danalleah shouted. "I hope that's the end of the booby traps."

While continuing their search, Fluey happened to notice a crack in the wall. He and the two girls walked over to it, and discovered it was a secret passage.

"Come on!" Fluey shouted. "And be quiet!"

The trio went through the secret passage, which led to a staircase, leading directly to the basement. Once inside, they discovered Professor Grant and Professor Harrington, loading up the artifacts into a cart.

"This stuff is gonna make us rich," Grant said.

"I know," Harrington said. "Crazy Henry won't know a thing about it."

"They're nothing but a couple of crooks!" Danalleah said, quietly so Grant and Harrington wouldn't hear them.

"That explains why there aren't any artifacts around," Fluey said. "You'd think this temple would be full of them."

"What do we do?" Ellen asked.

"I'd call the others, but they don't have their guitars with them," Fluey said. "We're gonna have to regroup."

"What do Mark's and Calvin's guitars have to do with anything?" Ellen asked.

"I'll explain later," Fluey said. "Come on!"

The trio turned to leave, but Ellen accidentally tripped over a crack in the floor and crashed to the ground.

"OW!" she shouted.

"What was that?" Grant asked.

"Let's see," Harrington said, and he and Grant opened the doorway to the passage. Fluey, Danalleah, and Ellen were caught red handed, since there was no where to hide.

"Uh oh," Ellen said.

"Oh dear," Danalleah said.

"Templeton's nephew," Harrington said. "And two of his friends. You little sneaks!"

"RUN FOR IT!" Fluey yelled at the top of his voice, and he and the two girls immediately started running off. Grant and Harrington chased after them.

The trio looked over their shoulders to see if the two crooks were following them. Unfortunately, they neglected to watch where they were going, and they ended up falling into a pit of some kind.

"Whooooaaaaa!" they shouted, and landed at the bottom of it with a loud THUD!

"Ooooh, my head . . . . ." Danalleah moaned.

"Anybody get the license number of that truck?" Fluey asked, dazedly.

"What happened?" Ellen asked. "Where are we?"

"A bottom less pit, my dear," Harrington said with a snicker. Fluey, Danalleah and Ellen looked up, and saw the two crooks standing at the edge of the pit.

"So long, kids," Harrington said.

"Wait a minute, you can't just leave us like this!" Danalleah shouted.

"Sorry we can't stay," Grant said. "But we've got to finish packing up our loot and get back to the states."

"See you around!" Harrington laughed, and he and Grant walked off.

"Now what do we do?" Ellen asked. "The walls are too smooth to climb up!"

"And me without my backpack, too," Danalleah groaned. "I had a magic wand in there and that would've gotten us out of here in no time."

"What would Nevada Nesmith do in a case like this?" Ellen asked. She pulled her Nevada Nesmith guide out of her backpack and began flipping through the pages. She was so absorbed in that, she wasn't paying attention to anything else.

"As much as I hate to say it, I'm gonna have to . . . . ." Fluey said, reaching into his pocket. "Uh oh."

"What's uh oh?" Danalleah asked.

"My transformer's gone," Fluey said. "I must've left it back at camp by accident!"

"Oh no!" Danalleah shouted. "Can't you still access your powers?"

"Oh sure. As long as Multi and Coiley are around. Without the transformers, we can't transform unless we're together!"

"Oh yeah, I forgot. So now what do we do?"

"I guess we'll just have to wait for the others to find us. And hope they find us soon!"