I Hate Mummies

Chapter 2: Con-Man and his Sister

Cairo, Egypt 1926 No POV

At the Museum of Antiques, a librarian named Evelyn Carnahan was on a ladder putting books in their proper place.

Evelyn; sacred stones, sculpture and aesthetics, Socrates, Seth, volume one, volume two, and volume three. And... Tuthmosis? What are you doing here? T. T, t, t... <sees the bookshelf across from her> T. I'm going to put you where you belong.

Instead of getting off, move the ladder, and get back on it like a normal person, Evelyn thought it was a good idea to try to extend herself to the bookshelf across from her to try to put one book in its place even if it was out of arm's reach. This made her now try to balance herself on the ladder as she moved it a little trying to keep balance.

Evelyn: help.

Evelyn lost balance and slammed the ladder on a bookshelf that started a domino effect of tumbling bookshelves all over the library as the cabinets next to them were fine and didn't move at all as Evelyn took her glasses off.

Evelyn; oops.

???: what... how...

Evelyn turned around as the Curator, Dr Terence Bay, was in disbelief on what he was looking at. Before he saw Evelyn in the middle of the mess.

Terence: oh, look at this! Sons of pharaohs! Give me frogs! Flies! Locusts! Anything but you! Compared to you, the other plagues were a joy!

Evelyn: I am so very sorry. It was an accident.

Terence: my girl, when Rameses destroyed Syria, that was an accident. You are a catastrophe! Look at my library! Why do I put up with you?

Evelyn: well, you put up with me because I can... I can read and write Ancient Egyptian, and I can... I can decipher hieroglyphics and hieratic, and, well, I am the only person within 1,000 miles who knows how to properly code and catalog this library, that's why.

Terence: I put up with you because your father and mother were our finest patrons. That's why! Allah rest their souls. Now, I don't care how you do it, I don't care how long it takes, straighten up this meshiver!

The Curator left as Evelyn heard clattering in the next room as she put her glasses on a table and went to investigate as she arrived to the part of the museum where they had mummies at and other stuff.

Evelyn; hello?

Evelyn grabbed a torch and walked around to find whoever it was that came in.

Evelyn: Abdul? Mohammed? Bob?

She heard a thud behind her as she approached the sarcophagus slowly but when she looked inside and then a mummy sprung out scaring her as a man sat up laughing. This was Jonathan Carnahan, Evelyn's brother and semi Con-Man.

Evelyn; have you no respect for the dead? <places the torch on a torch holder>

Jonathan; of course I do. But sometimes I'd rather like to join them.

Evelyn: well, I wish you would do it before you ruin my career the way you've ruined yours. <slaps him> now get out.

Jonathan: my dear, sweet baby sister. <gets out of the sarcophagus> I'll have you know that, at this precise moment my career is on a high note.

Evelyn; high note, ha! Jonathan, please, I'm really not in the mood for you. I've just made a bit of a mess in the library, and the Bembridge scholars have rejected my application form again. They say I don't have enough experience in the field.

Jonathan: <kneels in front of her> you'll always have me, old mum. <they share a laugh> besides, I have just the thing to cheer you up. <goes looking in the sarcophagus>