The adventures of Tintin, Malory and Snowy.

Tintin, Malory and the cigars of the Pharaoh 2. (Final)

An old and even older familiar faces.

No One POV:

"Well, this is quite the party!" Tintin said as he and Malory looked over with amused smiles at the Brotherhood's members, whom their faces were now revealed, and not surprisingly, familiar. 

"No kidding! So let's see; The Fakir..."

"Colonel Fuad..."

"Mr. and Mrs. Snowball..."

"Dr. Finney..."

"Well, that certainly explains the letter." Malory added as she looked over the man, not amused and didn't notice that the Fakir woke up, before continuing with the list, "The Maharajah's secretary..."

"And last, but I'll bet not least..." Tintin said as the Fakir got up and wiggled himself out of the ropes, released himself and looked over the two, who crouched over the leader, who still had his mask on.

Malory POV:

Tintin pulled the mask off even though we already knew deep inside who it was.

"Alan." We said simultaneously as we looked at the man.

Suddenly, the door behind us closed, making Tintin and I turn around, only to see torn ropes on the ground and that one of our prisoners has escaped.

"The Fakir!" Tintin shouted as we got up and started jogging towards the door.

But just as we were about to open it-

"AGH!" Tintin groaned as the door opened from outside, slamming into him and knocking him into me, making us both fall backwards and I looked up to see the Maharajah and the detectives with guns in their hands.

"FREEZE!" Thompson yelled as they stood at the entrance and I didn't know what could they think of the show in front of them: Almost all the Brotherhood tied up, Tintin lying on the ground, fainted and with limbs spread, and me giving them the look of 'Seriously? Now you're here?'.

"Right, nobody move!" Thompson said and I was about to use the time Tintin couldn't hear me to tell them what I think when someone familiar made his way towards us between their legs before jumping at us, barking, making me smile and laugh as Tintin, who woke up, caught him.  

"HAHAHA! Snowy!" Tintin cheered as he licked us.

"My friends, I must thank you." The Maharajah told us as he approached us and helped us up while the detectives proceeded to take care of the prisoners, "If not for the dummy you placed in my bed, I would be completely mad by now."

"Glad to be of service!" Tintin replied, smiling as I smiled as well.

But our celebration was cut short when a terrified voice made its' way towards us from the hallway we came from.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Your son has been kidnapped!" I gasped and jogged out towards the main room with Tintin and the Maharajah behind me to meet the servant, "Two men, they made off with him in an automobile!"

HOW DARE THEY TOUCH HIM! IF THEY'LL HURT HIM, I PROMISE THEY'LL KNOW THE MEANING OF THE WORD FEAR!

(A/n: If you get the reference, you're the friends I don't deserve to have!)

"Come on, boys!" I said in determination as I started running out of the room and Tintin and Snowy hurried to follow me.

No One POV:

Tintin drove the yellow car through the palace's gates as fast as he could towards the rocky mountains behind it.

The path was made out of dirt and hundreds of dangerous foreclosures and wasn't paved at all but Tintin didn't change the speed for a moment.