Out of the unforgiving silence, Carrie Underwood's newest song cut through the air. Rick and Adam held their ears shut automatically, yelling, "Turn it off!" over and over.

Evi swiped her finger across the screen and looked at her husband apologetically. "Sorry!" she whispered, putting the phone to her ear.

"Hello? Oh, Alex, it's you!" she said, trying to sound as happy as can be.

"Hey mom, how's my little boy doing?" Alex asked, right in the middle of playing shuffleboard on the sky deck. "Uh, fine, okay, great, we're having so much fun!" she chuckled, "enough about him, how are you holding things in the Caribbean?"

"Okay, our suite is amazing, and- wait; I know what you're doing! Where are you and where's Adam?" he demanded.

"Oh he's studying!" Evi said, signaling to the boy. "Here he is now!"

Adam grabbed the phone, and thought about what he was going to say. "Hi daddy!" he grinned, "yes, grandmas doing great! We're having a delightful time playing chess by the fire-"

"-it's only three o'clock there, and your grandma just said you were studying." Alex sighed, "What's up?"

Jonathan's shouting for help came up through the receiver. "What was that?" Alex snapped.

"Uh... checkmate! Got to go!" Adam yelled, handing the phone back to Evi.

"I swear, whatever you're doing, if Adams involved in one of you crazy peoples schemes-"

"Yes, you have fun now, say hi to your wife for me!" Evi said, hurriedly trying to turn off the phone.

"You're dead to me!" he cried.

"Okay bye!" she smiled, ending the call, cutting off Alex's death threats.

"Glad that's over!" Rick sighed.

Evi's heart almost skipped a beat when Bobby came out from the shadows. He grabbed Adam, and ran off towards the pit of evilness. Ricks pistol shot out from his back pocket, but was knocked out of his hands by Jack. The two other men had Evi and Rick under control after a matter of minutes. "Adam!" Evi cried. She, along with Rick, was struggling with the ropes tied too tightly around them. "Uncle John!" Adam yelled, happy to see him alright. "Everything's going to be fine." he muttered. He changed his mind once he looked down into the despair and agony that lasted what looked like thousands of feet. "Wait. What about the dog?" Evi whispered over to Rick.

"Hiding somewhere, probably drinking his own pee." he replied.

"Quiet you two!" Jack shouted, flicking the back of their heads.

"Hey!" Evi shouted back, "you don't want to know what happens to people who flick Evelyn O'Connell in the head! Just ask the fifty seven year old man to your left, the one with the wet pants."

Bobby went over to her, and looked her in the eye. "You know what happens to witty old women who try my patience?" he muttered, pulling out his loaded gun.

"That's all you got?" she smiled, "not like I haven't seen that one before!"

"You're not scared of me? I'm a killer for heavens sake!" he yelled, "and I have you tied up, I can flick you whenever I want to!"

"Do you know who I am?" Evi asked.

"She's-"

"-Rick, let me finish!" she barked at him, turning her attention back to Bobby. "I don't know how many gigabytes your brain can store, but I'll try to keep it simple. I am an Egyptian legend! My daddy, the Egyptian one anyway, was a Pharaoh, and I am the protector of-"

"-please! Enough!" Bobby shouted. "jack, get the boy over here!" he commanded. "You've got nerve sister." he muttered.

"Throw him in the pit!"

"No!" Rick and Evi screamed. That's when she noticed the knife sticking out of Jacks back pocket. She leaned forward, and slowly pulled it out. Jack was too busy picking out the best weapon of choice. "Isn't the guy supposed to untie himself first, then rescue his damsel in distress?" Rick questioned. "Not in this fairy tale. I have to take matters into my own hands." she whispered, frying off the last of the ropes around her wrists.

"So what am I supposed to do? Sit here and keep the seat warm?" he said with a hint of sarcasm. "If you're good, I'll tell people you saved my life and carried me away in your imaginary horse drawn carriage."

Evi sat quietly in her chair, waiting for just the right time. Her eyes locked onto Bobby, his fat hands binding Adams legs with more rope. Then, his back turned, and Evi sprang into action. Rick turned his chair over, knocking it over Jacks head. He fell down with a thud, instantly out of the game. Evi did her famous 'Nefertiti punch', as she named it, freeing Adam from his grasp. He ran over to Jonathan and helped him. Bobby tried fighting back, but he was no match to the woman that brought Imhotep down to his knees. She threw her arms around his flabby waist, bringing him down to the damp, rocky floor. When he got up, Evi was right in front of him, and slugged him in the face. He staggered backward, holding his bleeding, and possibly broken nose. "Now what was that? About being old and witty?" she whispered.

"Nothing, now please let me go!" he cried.

"It's not that easy. Tell me who's boss here." she smiled, loving the torture.

"uh, I'm guess you are." he muttered.

"Well, I have a weakness when it comes to killing people, so I'll tell you what. I'll let you and maybe those guys beat it out of here with only a broken arm, or leg, I can do either one."

"What?" he stammered, clinging to the wall. Rick came to her aid, holding him still. "Breaking bones is my specialty." she smiled, pulling his arm backward. "Now this might sting a bit." she whispered, cracking it backwards. Rick cringed at the horrible noise. "You are good at that!" Rick complemented.

"Thank you! I do try." she grinned, shoving Bobby away to the exit. "Tell your friends!" she yelled after them.

"Witch-craft! She's has dark magic!" he shouted, leaving tiny drops of blood behind him. "Wow, didn't know you had it in you!" Rick smiled.

"Neither did I." she sighed, "do you think my hair looks alright?"

"You look fine."

"Adrenaline makes my hair look like crap!" she sighed, "and I ran out of that perfume you like!"

"Whoa, can we get back to the problem here folks?" Adam sighed, looking around. "Where's Max?" he cried suddenly, as if he didn't know he was gone before. "Who?" Jonathan asked, feeling left out of the conversation.

"And you!" Evi said, strolling over to him, "we were worried about you!" she gave him a hug. "I had a feeling you were in trouble. And what kind of idiot do you think you are to think you could go out here alone?" she demanded, slapping him in the face. "But, at the same time, you gave me the chance to visit Russia." she contradicted with herself. "And by doing so, you endangered our grandson!" she gave him another slap.

"Okay, I'm very confused here!" he shouted, cutting her off.

"Look, I know I messed up. But can we just focus on getting the treasure?" he sighed. "fine." she groaned, pulling out the map. "Nicolas's tomb is right down that way. Looks like we have to cross this bridge to get there."

"This one?" Rick asked, putting a small amount of weight onto the first board. It creaked, then broke off and fell into the blackness. "I say we don't." he folded his arms. "Oh common, don't you want to see what's over there?" Evi complained.

"I'm actually with her on this one." Jonathan agreed.

"Max says he'll come soon, and he wants to check it out too!" Adam piped, walking over to him. "I don't think Max-" Evi started, before turning her head to see the black dog run over to his master's side. "Okay then, we need a plan."

"Who needs a plan? All I need is all that money!" Jonathan grinned, starting across the bridge. "Um, I don't think that's a great idea." Rick called.

"What are you talking about?" he laughed, almost half way there. "Watch out for that loose one!" Evi shouted. Before Jonathan could understand what she was saying, he fell through, holing himself up with his arms. "Gotta start avoiding bacon and all the laziness!" she sighed.

"Shut up and help me!" he struggled, kicking his legs around. "This thing won't hold up all three of us!" Rick sighed, "But maybe you could..."

"Not going to happen!" Evi laughed, "the only one that could possibly go out there is..." she turned around and looked at Adam. "How much do you weigh, seventy pounds?" she asked.

"Not until you tell me how much you weigh!" he laughed.

"Okay, new plan!" she glared at her grandson. "How about the dog?" Rick suggested, kicking Max forward. He stared hesitantly at Jonathan. "Save his butt and I'll buy you a new chew toy on the way back." Evi whispered. Max perked his ears up, and started off on his way. When he made it to Jonathan, he clamped his teeth around his shirt collar. He dragged him all the way across the bridge, and to the other side. Jonathan looked up with wide eyes, staring at the four thousand year old sarcophagus right in front of him.

Jonathan stared, open mouthed at the dusty old case. "Well..." Adam said, "Are you going to open the thing, or stare at it?"

"Oh yes, I guess so." he sighed struggling to slide the lid off.

"Please!" Adam said, pulling it open with ease.

"Sometimes these things form a seal, just, loosening it up for you." he mumbled, trying to hold onto the last shred of pride he had inside. Adam turned his giggles into a shocked, grim face. "He looks so... old." he whispered. Jonathan nodded silently, like he was thinking the exact same thing. "What's that?" Adam said, picking up the weathered piece of stone in his hands. His eyes popped out of his head when he read the inscription engraved on the artifact. "This... This is what he wanted." Adam whispered, clutching it coldly. "Who wanted what?" Jonathan moaned, looking around for the treasure. "The bald dude, in my dream!" Adam replied annoyingly, digging deep into his mind.

"Okay now I'm really lost!" Jonathan muttered.

"IMHOTEP, that's who!" Adam shouted, startling his grandparents on the other side. "What?" they yelled back, aching to see the mummy. "He told me in his dream, he wants me to read this thing and bring him back to life!" he said, racking his brain for answers. "well that has an easy solution!" Jonathan laughed, grabbing the stone. He threw it onto the floor, breaking it in half. "See? All over with!" he whipped his hands on his shirt. "You idiot! Do you know what that thing could do? Now it's gone forever!" Adam screamed, knowing something bad was about to come. "If I have to come over there boys, it won't be pretty!" Evi shouted.

Max looked down at the broken pieces in horror, then growled at Jonathan.

"Nice fluffy thing..." he muttered, backing away slowly. Then, the dog froze, and ran back across the bridge. "Where are you going?" Adam cried, feeling really uncertain about what was about to come next. A breeze swept across the caravan, carrying any hope with it. "Now I can see why you might blame me for this," Jonathan said, but nothing could distract them from the open sarcophagus. A moldy hand rose up from inside, grasping only the thin air around it. Jonathan grabbed Adams hand, and booked it for the exit. He'd been through it all too often. The two of them tore across the bridge, running as fast as they possibly could. They were all out of the room before the ancient creature could take his first breath.