Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom

Smooth Getaway

    Indiana had taken his two young companions on an adventure to China to find some ancient artifact, as usual. To gather his payment, Indy had left the two children in the car, leaving the eldest, Short Round, in charge. As they sat in the car, they played I Spy until they had named just about everything in the alley. "So do you think that Indy will get what he came for?" Frizz asked as she laid down in the back seat. Short Round shrugged as he tied two wooden boxes to his feet. "He always does. I bet he's already got it." Shorty's assurance eased the girl's anxieties. A gunshot was heard from the building that Indiana went into. Frizz sat straight up and Shorty started the car. "How come it always ends in gunshots?" Frizz whined. The car lurched forward as Shorty pressed on the gas making Frizz fall onto the floor of the car. A brief sorry was given as the car lurched forward, once more, to a stop. Quickly climbing into the front seat, the little girl narrowly avoided getting smashed by Indy and a woman in a sparkly dress.

    Short Round and I turned around to see Indy and a woman in the backseat, looking frazzled. "Wow. Holy smokes!" Short Round exclaimed. "Crash landing!" I yelled right after. Both Shorty and I had large smiles on our faces, despite the circumstances. "Short Round, step on it," Indy exclaimed, out of breath. "Okeydokie, Dr. Jones, hold on to your potatoes!" Shorty turned around and slammed on the gas. As the car slammed forward, the mystery lady that was next to Indy shrieked, "There's a kid, driving the car!" She was looking at my friend frantically and looked like she was on the verge of tears. "Don't worry he's worse than he seems," I told her as the car lurched to the left. I let out a yelp as I slid into the door and fell onto the seat. "Where's the antidote? Let me have it!" I heard Indy say. I got back up and say that he was reaching into the woman's dress. My eyes widened, but I was distracted by gunshots that whistled passed the car. I ducked as one flew through the back window, cutting through the air where my head was. "Hey, Dr. Jones, no time for love. We got company!" Shorty shouted as he swerved to try to avoid pedestrians. I peeked back at Indy to see him drinking something from a small vial. "Oh, I hope you choke," The woman sneered at him. "That's not very nice," I told her. She turned to look at me with an exhausted look, while Indy took to shooting from the hole in the window. We continued to drive at high speed, people were jumping out of the way to avoid the car, but a rickshaw got caught in the street. "Okay, you asked for it," Shorty said as he stepped on the brake, making the car run into the rickshaw. The smaller vehicle leaned backward and held the man pulling it from dragging the ground as we kept driving. Shorty and I laughed, "Hey, this is fun!" I giggled. Soon we turned off and let the rickshaw go. "Where's my gun? Where's my gun?" Indy exclaimed. I looked back to see him looking at the woman with a very angry face. "I burnt my fingers and I cracked a nail!" the woman whined loudly. I rolled my eyes as I sat straight in my seat. "What a lady." 

    We pulled up to a small airport and quickly climbed out of the car. We walked up to a man who introduced himself as Art Weber. "I spoke with your assistant, we've managed to secure four seats, but there might be a slight inconvenience as you'll be riding on a cargo full of live poultry." The man explained as we walked toward the plane. "Is he kidding?" The sparkly lady complained as we got closer to the aircraft. "Madam, it's the best we could do on such short notice." Mr. Weber said. Indy was already helping Shorty and me into the plane. "Heavens, aren't you Willie Scott?" Mr. Weber exclaimed at the woman. I looked at Shorty and we both shrugged as we walked further into the smelly, metal plane. After a moment, Indy and that woman climbed in and the door was closed. "You two alright?" Indy asked Shorty and me. We both nodded as we rifled through our backpacks for things to do. "Hey, Frizz, you wanna play poker?" Shorty said, waving his old deck of cards in front of me. I smirked and stole the deck from him before shuffling. "Do you wanna play, Indy?" I glanced at him but he looked tired. "No, darlin', I think I'm gonna change and then get some sleep. You two don't stay up too late." The last part was muttered through layers of annoyance and exhaustion, but I heard the concern. I looked back at Shorty and doled out his hand, then mine. "Ready to get your butt kicked?" Shorty pulled out a 20 euro note and slammed it on the floor between us. "I'm gonna be rich by the end of this!"

    After everyone was comfortable and in proper clothes, we were all about to turn in for the duration of the flight. "So, what are you, a lion tamer?" the woman that Indy brought along, Willie I think her name is asked Indy as he walked toward a sack of chicken feed. "I'm allowing you to tag along, so why don't you give your mouth a rest. Okay, doll?" Indy gave Willie an annoyed glance as he shrugged off his jacket. "What do you mean, tag along?" The woman shrieked and glared at the explorer. I rolled my eyes and moved some bags to form a makeshift bed for myself. "Ever since you entered my club, you couldn't take your eyes off me!" Willie was standing over Indy with a nasty look on her face. I couldn't help but giggle as Indy rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah?" He asked as he grabbed his hat from his head. Willie crossed her arms and nodded, but Indy placed his hat over his face and went to sleep. Once I knew he was sleeping, I grabbed his jacket and slipped it on. "What is his deal?" Willie mumbled as she walked passed me to find her own spot. "He's not so bad," I tell her as I lay down, wrapping Indy's jacket around me like a blanket. "I find that hard to believe,"  I heard the older woman hiss just as I fell asleep.