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Dr. Crowell, bad news. The police are unable to find any trace of Professor

Tuttle. His disappearance has them completely baffled.

That ruins our hopes of ever finding the tomb of King Rootin' Tootin'. Professor

Tuttle is the only man alive who knows its exact location.

First Professor Dalton dies mysteriously, and then Tuttle

Something terrible happens to anyone who tries to explore that tomb. I'm telling

you, it is the curse of Rootin' Tootin'.

But unless we secure the mummy of King Root and Tootin, our entire collection

worthless. We must find Tuttle. I'm doing the best I can. I sent for the

best investigators in the city.

And they're our last hope.

Come in.

At your service, night and day. If we don't get them, you don't pay.

Excelsior!

To the hut!

Professor Tuttle. He's been kidnapped.

That's why we sent for you.

Kidnapped, eh? What's the old bird look like? Here is the picture of Professor

Tuttle.

Gentlemen,

you must find him.

I got an idea.

What is it? We'll start in the basement.

To the basement. To the basement.

To the basement.

in, mister, but we're looking for a kidnapped professor. We're detectives.

Oh, detectives, eh? And you're looking for a kidnapped professor.

Well, well.

Hey, look, fellas, I've got to carry this out. Will you give me a hand?

Sure. You might do us a favor someday.

I'll take that end. I'll take this end. I'll take the end in the middle. I'll

open the door.

Up she goes, boys.

find the missing king.

How'd you know the king was missing?

Oh,

so you're the one, eh? That's how you won my 13 cents.

Gentlemen, gentlemen.

Who came in? You don't understand. The missing king is Rutentutin III of Egypt.

Oh, missing persons are right up our alley. When was he last seen?

About 2 ,000 years, come Michaelmas Day.

Huh, a mere bag of towel.

Give us 2 ,000 years and we'll bring him back alive.

Come any day.

I'm afraid we'll have to accept their offer.

Nobody in his right mind would undertake that expedition.

It's almost certain death.

Let's hire them before they find out about the curse of King Rutentutin.

And if the curse does strike them, it will be a blessing to humanity.

Gentlemen, you're hired.

We're sending you to bring back the mummy of King Rutentutin. You leave

immediately for Cairo.

Say, I got an uncle in Cairo. He's a chiropractor.

And if you are successful, we will pay you $5 ,000.

The recovery of the mummy will prove of untold value to science.

For science! For science! For 5 ,000 bucks!

We want science!

listening to Ali Ben Woodman and his swinging Bedouins. Do you need money?

Borrow on your camel or elephant.

No red tape, no co -signers.

Everywhere we go, commercial announcements.

Shut that thing off. Where's the map?

I must have lost it. Now we'll have to travel by compass. I wonder, are we near

the place?

Well, being there's no other place around the place, I reckon this must be

place, I reckon.

a filling station pretty soon. I'm going to die of thirst. Me too. My throat

feels like a bale of hay.

I think I'll recognize her. I think I'll get my hat.

We're coming to a jungle.

I can see the tangled underbrush.

And camels walking through it.

No, no. They're octopuses.

I can't see anything.

You will.

Oh.

Oh, boy, we're nearly in Cairo. The tomb ought to be around here someplace.

I'd rather go to Tunis. Then we can have tuna sandwiches for lunch.

Look.

Water. Real pure, salty water. It's the ocean.

Ocean nothing. That's a marriage.

Marriage is something you see yourself in. That's a mirage.

Mirage? That's what you keep in your automobile.

I said a mirage.

Mirage, marriage, whatever it is.

the tomb of the mighty king, Rutentoten.

How do you know?

I didn't say anything.

Neither did I.

Infidels, prepare to die.

The joint's fallen.

No, wait a minute. Let me get out of here. Let me get out of here.

Listen, I've got to get out.

We'll look around the joint. Take a grip on yourself.

Find me loose.

I want to be free. Now, come on. We'll look around there.

I'm glad you guys are behind me.

What do you think?

Well, that's my honest one.

What does he think I am, an imbecile?

What's the idea of going swimming again?

Come on.

Come on, we can't stay in this tomb all day. We've got to get the king out of

here. Come on.

Hmm, that well is dangerous.

Hmm.

Grab a hold of that mummy and be careful.

It's worth 5 ,000...

Where are you?

What's the matter? What happened?

He blew up. He's all unraveled. I'll unravel you.

Now we lose.

Wait. Help.

Wait. Help. Help.

Tunnel, you've been leading me through this tomb for hours. Give those pals of

yours a chance to get the money.

Well, you better start to talk before I count three.

Where is that mummy?

One, two... Wait, wait.

It's in there.

I don't know where the door is.

All right, tear down the wall.

And you better be telling the truth.

Because if that mummy isn't in there intact, it'll be the finish for you and

those three ghosts.

Get it.

If they find out we killed the mummy, they'll kill us. What'll we do?

I got an idea.

We'll make a mummy out of you.

I can't be a mummy. I'm a daddy.

All right, so you'll be a daddy mummy.

Oh, that's different.

Hurry up, get those bandages.

Yeah, good thing I'm an old tailor.

Bill, get your arm down.

Shh, here they come. Don't even take a breath.

Well, fancy seeing you here. So you guys are in there, eh?

Where's Rutan Tilton?

Over there, and he's as good as new.

Boy, was he homely.

Awful.

Say, where are those jewels that are supposed to be buried with him? Oh, they

always wrap them up inside the mummy. We'll have to cut him open.

Let me have that sharp knife you got there.

He burst open.

Yanks won World Series.

Can you beat that?

Yeah, and I won five bucks.

No kidding. I had the Cubs and... What?

Hijackers, eh?

Back on, Professor.

Come on, let's get out of here.

Yeah, but what about King Rootin' Tootin' and the 5 ,000? He blew away.

That wasn't King Rootin' Tootin'. That was his wife, Queen Hotsy Tootsy. This

Rootin' Tootin'. He was a midget. A midget?

And all this trouble over a shrimp like that? What a small world!