The adventures of Tintin, Malory and Snowy.

Tintin, Malory and the cigars of the Pharaoh. (3)

Back from the dead!

No One POV:

The gas kept filling the room.

Nefertiti... Her eye opened up and she smiled down at the two knocked out kids.

Everything went red for a second... No wait! It's the Pharaoh's emblem! It's right in front of them, guarding the door!

No... It's a skull!... No... It's a snake!

The doors opened as the red stains just spun around before attacking and swallowing them into the darkness...

And from the darkness rose three sarcophagi, revealing the three heroes, mummufied.

"NOOOOOOOOOOooooooooo!" Tintin's scream echoed and died down as the black umbrella moved away to reveal Dr. Sarcophagus, looking at him with smoke coming out of the cigar in his mouth.

The smoke soon enough filled the room and from it emerged a wicker crib.

Inside the wicker crib was a tiny version of Tintin. A baby! Is this... Malory's and his?

The baby started crying loudly and throw a fit. Tintin grabbed the tiny floating crib in his giant hands and stared at it, the baby's hand grabbing his nose.

The baby stopped crying and looked at Tintin before grabbing his nose with two hands and pinching hard, making Tintin leave the crib as he yelled in pain and the baby resumed his crying and floated away as his cries echoed.

Tintin moved uncomfortably on the floor made out of cigars' boxes as he now lay on his back while Malory and Snowy still in the same positions.

"Malory? Malory, where are you?" He called out with eyes closed, only receiving a naughty laughter from the familiar voice.

"Find me, Tintin!" She said and laughed again, sounding like she's running away from him.

This wasn't her! He knew it! Something was off!

"Leave. Me. ALOOOOOOOooooone!" His screamed echoed and died down again as Dr. Sarcophagus and the detectives stared down at him with cigars in their mouths before backing away and looking at Rastapopoulos and Snowy who made their way towards them before Rastapopoulos reached out for him...

He and Thomson placed Tintin in the sarcophagus. Snowy stared down at the boy before Thomson brought up the lid and closed it...

Everything went dark again...

The camel convoy made its' way from the desert to the ocean under the cover of the darkness. The ship was waiting for its' cargo.

A lightning stroke somewhere as the rowing boat helped the crane bring up the last sarcophagus. A storm was coming.

"Move it! Move it!" Alan rushed the sailors as they loaded it on the ship.

He and his first mate watched when suddenly a spot light shone at them and sirens broke the noise of the storm, making them gape in disbelief.

"Coast guard! Prepare for boarding!" A small ship made its' way towards them.

"A raid?!" Alan exclaimed in disbelief before running to the railing and looking down at his crew, "Drop the coffins! Fast! All hands on deck!" 

The ship was nearly there, but sadly, another lightning stroke and its' noise covered up the noise that the four coffins made when they hit the water.

And soon enough, the waves washed them away from the ships...

It was an early morning, and whoever would have been in this unknown spot in the sea, would have been able to see two coffins, a little far from each other, float silently.