Chapter 9
Methinks I Found A Damburgah!
It was now stifling hot in the torture chamber. Both Raoul and Clouseau were lying on the floor, nearly dying of thirst and the heat.
"Water!" Raoul constantly groaned. "Rain! Water!"
"The damburgahs in Spain stay mainly in the plain," Clouseau sang. "I want a damburgah!"
"I thought it was the rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain," Raoul pointed out.
"Yes, but I want a damburgah!" Clouseau slowly crawled around, repeating the song about the damburg- excuse me, I mean hamburgers in Spain. Raoul only lied on the floor groaning for water. "If you see any water, tell me."
"No! I'm looking for damburgahs!" And as he did, the African forest around them seemed to turn dark. It was as though the two were actually in a real forest. In just minutes, it was almost completely dark in the room, but Clouseau didn't give up his search. As he continued, he began to hear Raoul mumble to himself about wandering around the forest for three days looking for Christine. The heat was driving him mad, but it was hard to say if the heat was driving Clouseau crazy or not, since crazy was his normal behavior. Looking for a damburgah wasn't all that different from normal for him.
During the "night" the sound of rippling water came from no where, which made Clouseau and Raoul stick out their tongues in hope that there was water somewhere near. Well, at least that's what Raoul hoped. Clouseau hoped that their were raining hamburgers. He moved around with his eyes half-open, trying to catch a hamburger on his tongue. "Damburgah . . . come to me damburgah . . .come to me!"
Raoul put the pistol in his hand to his head, ready to commit suicide. (I'm unsure if he decided to die because of the heat or if it was because of Clouseau). But a split second before he pulled the trigger, Clouseau exclaimed, "I found a nail!" Raoul put the pistol back at his side.
"A nail?" he asked.
"Yes, a nail!" Clouseau pushed down on it, and a door in the wall opened along with a small opening in the floor. Cool air came up from the hole in the floor. Clouseau jumped down into it, and Raoul followed. They ended up in Erik's wine cellar. There were tons of barrels in here, but what relieved Clouseau and Raoul was the temperature. It was nice and cool, and felt great after being in the torture chamber.
"Water is probably in these," Raoul pointed out.
"No, I doubt it," Clouseau said. Raoul stared at him in confusion.
"Then wine?"
"No."
"Some kind of liquid?"
"No. Damburgahs."
"What? Hamburgers?" Raoul seemed to have recovered from the heat quickly.
"Yes, damburgahs are in there. Can we stop to have one?"
Raoul rolled his eyes and opened one of the barrels, but water, or any liquid for that matter, didn't come out. And no, hamburgers didn't either, although Clouseau still had high hopes. "Is that flour? We can make damburgah buns with that. Still, we need the ketchup, the burger, the mustard, the pickles, and maybe some onions, oh, and to make it a cheesburgah we need cheese."
"You idiot, this isn't flour!"
"Oh? Then what is it?"
"Gunpowder!"
"I knew that, I knew that."
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