Curse of the Mummy's Tomb

by GhostAlleyCat

The Grandson of Rick O'Connell and Evie Carnahan join up with a British archaeologist and his American investor ship an Egyptian mummy's sarcophagus to London, but someone has the amulet to revive the mummy that will then kill all those who disturbed its tomb. It's a sequel to The Mummy, The Mummy Returns, and Tomb of the Dragon Emperor.

2. Chapter 2 - The Mummy

Chapter 2: The Mummy:

Guo's POV:

We were having the mummy's coffin lowered.

"Hussein, you are too quick. You are your mother's son."

"All clear, your end, Guo," asks Sir Giles.

"All clear, Sir," I said.

"Gently, now, gently," says Sir Giles, "gently. That's it. Well done, Ahmed."

"I didn't think we'd do it in a week," I said, "everything's recorded and accounted for." I then handed Annette the papers. "Put these somewhere safe, please." Annette then does that. "Well, Sir Giles, you look five years younger."

"I feel it," says Sir Giles, "we've made archaelogical history. We can present to the museum the finest mummified specimen ever known. And treasure from the tomb far beyond our wildes expectations. It's a moment of triumph. For you, for me, for all mankind. Come in, Hashmi, we were just going to celebrate. Your government must be very pleased with you."

"Maybe they'll pay for the shampaigne," I said.

"Gentlemen," says Hashmi, "before you get too full of high spirits, you have a visitor. Your benefactor, Mr. Alexander King."

"Mr. King," asks Sir Giles, "what here? Well, this is a surprise. But only fitting that he would be here to join us."

"He's in the office," says Hashmi.

Sir Giles' POV:

Mr. King was trying to get a monkey to play chess.

"Mr. King, this is a pleasant surprise," I said.

"Giles, Baby, good to see you," says Mr. King, "Hashmi, hold this a minute, will you?" Mr. King hands him the monkey. "Thank you. Got a little presant for you. Brought it from Constantinople. Turkish candy. Go on, try a bit." I then tried a piece. "You too. Take a piece. I want your opinion." Hashmi then takes a piece. "Well, what do you think?"

"It's er... delightful," I said.

"That's it," says Mr. King, "delightful. De-light-ful. Full of delight! That's why they call it Turkish Delight! Well, how are things going?"

"Well, Mr. King, as you are the financial backer of our expedition, I'm very happy to tell you that Hashmi Bey has obtained a handsome offer from the Cairo museum."

"How handsome is handsome," asks Mr. King.

"For the complete contents of the Tomb of Ra," I said, "L70,000!"

"L70,000," asks Mr. King, "L70,000! Did you hear that? You must be out of your mind. No, I'm going to roadshow this mummy around the world. That way, we'll make L700,000!"

"You can't," says Hashmi.

"What do you mean," asks Mr. King.

"This is unheard of," I said, "relics of this importance and value cannot be treated as a sideshow!"

"It's blatant sacrilege," says Hashmi.

"Oh, nothing sacrilegious about making money, my friend," says Mr. King.

"If this is your serious intention and not some silly form of humor," says Hashmi, "then I shall be forced to discuss the matter with my superiors."

"Good," says Mr. King, "you go right ahead and do that little thing, Buddy Boy."

"Sir Giles," says Hashmi, "I trust that your integrity and good taste will finally prevail in this matter." I said nothing. "Then there are certain steps I must take. So if you would excuse me, Sir." He then hands me the monkey.

"Bye," says Mr. King, "they're all alike. Always getting in a stew over something. Well, let him check. He'll find out there isn't a cotton pickin' thing he can do about it. Now then, let's get down to details. Oh, this is for you. We open on London on the third of March."

"You really are serious," I asked.

"Well, Sir Giles, like I said, we gotta go where the money is," says Mr. King.

"But this," I said.

"You remember when they opened the tomb," asks Mr. King, "I was standing right beside you. I was as excited as a kid with a double sarsaparilla. You told me we'd made a great discovery. For the good of all mankind. Well, who's in a better position to do that good, you or me? You'll put it in some stuffy museum in a one camel town where nobody will see it except a few tourists on a wet afternoon. I can show it to the world. If people want to be educated, I'll educate them. At ten cents a time."

"Mr. King, if you persist in this childish exhibitionism, I shall have no alternative but to withdraw from any further responsibility in this matter!"

"Now then, who's being childish?"

To Be Continued

In the next chapter, Guo and Annette talk with Mr. King.