The adventures of Tintin, Malory and Snowy.

Tintin, Malory and the cigars of the Pharaoh. (4)

Deja Vu...es.

Malory POV:

We've been walking for a good while and I felt like we're going to need a break soon, though we still haven't reached the real desert and walked around some rocks that cooled us a little.

"We must find a town before we continue into the desert." Tintin suddenly informed me.

"You mean like this one?" I asked as I pointed forward.

"WOW! I didn't expect one so soon!" He said in disbelief as we looked at the little town before us.

"Do you think you can ask for a car too while you're at it?" I asked with a smile and he chuckled.

"Come on, let's check it out." He said and we made our way towards the town.

Tintin POV:

"The place is deserted." I told Malory as we looked around.

"Well, we're in the desert." She told me and I gave her a look, making her smile shamefully as we stopped walking.

"Sorry, the joke was too tempting." She confessed and hung her head low, the smile and the cheeky light in her eyes never leaving my gaze as I smiled back at her.

I didn't care at all at this point. After almost losing her I'll take any joke she'll make greatfully.

We resumed the walk and she scrunched up her nose.

"Is it just me or is this town a little bit ''sketchy''?" She asked as we passed a doorway but before I could answer, a scream was heard.

"Oh-ho! There's somebody here and they're in trouble!" Tintin said as we ran off after the voice.

Malory POV:

A blonde woman with ripped clothes ran away terrified as she screamed.

An evil laughter and the sound of something slicing the air made me turn to look at the direction she came from and see an Arabic man running after her with a whip in hand.

"Leave her alone, you big bully!" I yelled as Tintin and I stuck our travelers' sticks forward, tripping the man and the woman turned to look at us, surprised.

"It's okay, miss. You're safe now." Tintin let her know as he put his foot on the man's back to keep him down while the man rubbed his head, Snowy growled at him.

"Cut! CUT! CUT! IDIOTS! EMBASILES!" Tintin and I turned to look and saw... a filming crew. And their director was NOT happy.

"Okay. I didn't expect to see THAT in the middle of the desert." I commented as we helped the actor up.

"You wrecked the whole scene!" The director said before picking up his megaphone and yelling through it, "NITWITS!"

"Sorry." Tintin apologized.

"We didn't know." I tried to explain ourselves to the angry crew.

"What is this? A coffee break? Why aren't you shooting?" A familiar voice suddenly apperoached us.

"It's all their fault, sir!" The director said as he pointed us but Tintin just smiled.

"Mr. Rastapopoulus!" He said and deep inside I groaned. What is he doing here?

"You!" Rastapopoulus said, in a very VERY different tone and sounding TOO surprised that we showed up in here.

"We're really very sorry." Tintin apologized again.

"See? This is how you apologize, now it's your turn..." I mumbled under my breath as we waited for his reaction.

He smiled.