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It all started when seven archaeologists discovered an ancient Peruvian mummy

and unknowingly Unleashed a mysterious curse the divine curse will follow them

wherever they go And following this mysterious story yet

another member of the Sanders Hardiman expedition has been found in a coma

Fragments of broken crystal balls that must have contained some sort of

potion. Then these are deliberate attacks.

The vengeance of the Inca will track me down.

Mr. Terragon!

Mr. Terragon!

Too late. The crystal balls have claimed their last victim.

However, the mystery was about to take a turn.

Raskarka Pak's jewels have disappeared.

Hello, what have we here?

That's Raskarka Pak's bracelet.

How on earth did it come to be here?

Calculus's umbrella.

Calculus!

The kidnapping of Professor Calculus is believed to be connected with the

mysterious case of the Sanders -Harteman expedition.

The kidnappers have been spotted. They stopped for gas at a garage near St.

Nazaire. That's a port.

Exactly.

It all fits together.

Calculus is aboard the Pachacamac. We're off to Peru.

We'll get in touch with the police there at once. And as soon as the ship

arrives, we'll have the kidnappers arrested.

Just think. Tomorrow we'll see old Cuthbert again.

Hmm.

Yes. Why so glum? Things are looking up. I guess so, but I can't help feeling

we're being watched.

Enjoy yourself.

Look around you.

Amazing. Look at that.

Be careful, senor.

Why, such a nice llama.

Thundering typhoons.

Come on, captain. It's time to head back to the hotel. When llama angry, senor,

he always do that.

Filthy animal.

Blistering barnacle of a brute.

Those things shouldn't be allowed.

Inspector and... Huh?

Thompson and Thompson?

Interpol has sent us to back up the Inspector on this delicate mission.

Precisely. And where's the Batcher come at? Out there.

Beside the little tug. With the red funnel.

Let's have a look at this.

Ah, there she is.

Thundering typhoons.

infectious disease on board.

It will be impossible to search the ship until the port health authorities have

cleared her.

Hmm.

Another convenient coincidence.

Those doctors are taking forever.

I say, Captain, just what is this guano stuff?

Guano?

Uh...

How shall I put it?

I... Well, there's a free sample of it.

Captain,

look. A new flag.

Quarantined. We won't be able to board Earth for days.

Maybe weeks.

You can't do this, Tintin. It might be cholera. The plague.

Yellow fever.

I think they know we're onto them.

And I'll bet every man on that ship is as healthy as you and me.

Well, what about the sharks, then?

Nuts to the sharks.

Okay, stop. This is close enough.

Be a good boy, Snowy.

Good luck, lad.

¿Qué pasa ahí abajo?

¿Qué ha pasado, chiquito?

No es nada.

Debe ser el gato.

He's going back to his cabin.

Excuse me. A little further to the west. To the west.

Professor Calculus! Professor, wake up! Professor!

The mummy's bracelet.

See?

The bracelet of Raskar Kapak.

What do you want with poor Calculus?

Your friend has done the sacred bracelet of the Incas. That is sacrilege. The

punishment for that is death.

Alonso! No!

Calculus's life is in danger, Captain. We've got to get help. You alert the

police. I'll stay here and watch the thing.

At last.

Come on, come on.

See?

Thundering typhoons get me the chief inspector.

He's asleep, senor. Then wake him. This is urgent.

Blistering. He hung up.

Uh -oh.

Somebody's coming ashore.

Blue blistering barnacles. I can't stand here all night.

Are you going to answer it?

Certainly not. I'm asleep.

You can't be asleep. You're talking to me. You know very well that I talk in my

sleep. Lazy bones.

Next time, it's your turn.

Thompson!

They're carrying somebody ashore.

It's got to be the professor.

Tintin!

Tintin!

Tintin!

Tintin! Tintin! Tintin!

No use shouting ourselves hoarse.

Tintin's gone.

Let's try to pick up his tracks.

It's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

To be precise, we look like needles in a...

Isn't this the professor's pendulum?

Without a shadow of a lout. A shadow of a doubt.

Hey, over here.

Look at these footprints.

Several men with llamas.

Question is, which way did they go?

I know.

Nothing simpler.

Cuthbert's pendulum.

Spot on. And this wee utensil is going to lead us directly to its owner.

Dowsing is a question of having the right touch.

See? The pendulum is pointing south.

Then south we must go.

If you don't mind, I'm heading north.

Suit yourself.

I'd better go and investigate.

That is to say, we'd better go and investigate.

And keep your eyes open.

Never you mind.

They're open. To be precise, they... Excuse

me, son.

Have you seen a young lad with a little white dog?

Yes, indeed.

And I know him well.

Tin Tin!

Snowy! What about Cuthbert? We haven't got a moment to lose.

I overheard the kidnappers say they were heading for Jaga. If we hurry, we just

might catch up to them by train.

a mob.

This train's going to be crammed.

Good trip, senor.

Thundering typhoons!

That's odd. There's not another soul in this carriage.

We're alone.

Strange. We must be pretty high up. We've been climbing steadily for hours.

Hmm.

We're slowing down.

We must be coming to a station.

What? Oh, no!

Captain, our section has been unhooked. What?

Mr. Infernicles!

Quick, jump!

Jump? Yeah!

We can thank our lucky stars we got out of that.

I wonder what's become of the captain.

I wonder what's become of Tintin.

Hey, stop!

Arete! Whoa!

Thank goodness you're safe.

Such an unfortunate accident.

That was no accident.

We must get to Jaga as fast as possible.

not much help from the police chief, he seemed to be afraid to even talk to it.

Let's split up and question some of the locals.

Right. His name is Calculus.

A short man with a little beard.

Wearing glasses?

No say.

About this high?

No say.

Had a little beard?

No say.

With spectacles?

No say.

No say.

No say.

No say.

No say. No say.

Blistering barnacles.

They all seem to be afraid. One last try. That young orange seller.

The bullies.

Hurry up. Clean up that mess, kid.

Aren't you ashamed?

Bullying a child like that?

Why you.

Go for it, Pedro.

Young swine.

You little rat.

Stand still, smart guy.

Why,

you little... Good

boy, Snowy.

I'm no further ahead.

Señor. What?

Who? Please be quiet, señor.

Pretend to tie your shoelace.

I know where you can find the man you're looking for.

Tomorrow at dawn, come to the bridge of the Inca.

You go now.

It is dangerous for me to be here.

I just hope it's not a trap.

You listen, señor.

I see you help Indian boy. You are brave.

But you not go in search of your friend.

It's too late for him.

Look, I don't know who you are, but I'll tell you, I would never abandon a

friend. That is foolish.

But take this. It may save your life.

So where is this guide of yours?

It's the little orange cellar.

So it was you.

No make noise.

If Indians see us, they kill us.

You come now.

You wait here.

I don't like this.

Thundering typhoons.

Not another pair of perambulating fire pumps.

Lama's very gentle, senor.

You not be afraid.

Afraid? Me?

You miserable iconoclast. When

Lama angry... I know.

He always do that.

Blistering barnacles.

You know, we don't even know your name.

Zorino, senor.

Well, Zorino, you can tell me now.

Where is our friend?

He is taken to the Inca.

The Inca? I thought the last of the Incas died 400 years ago.

Many things you not know.

Where is this Inca, then? The Temple of the Sun, senor.

Your friend is prisoner of the Sun God.

Temple of the Sun?

Sun God?

That is culpa, senor.

We spend the night there.

Good night, Captain. Make sure you wait me for my watch.

I will.

Sleep well, you two.

Good night, Serino. Good night, Senor Tintin.

Amazing! A ginger plant in bloom!

Excuse me, Senor Inca.

Have you a license for that gun?

License?

License!

Sacrilege! Sacrilege!

The fire of heaven will strike you down!

Oh, good heavens!

They let me sleep on!

Captain?

Captain?

Serino?

Great snakes.

Where could they be?

Captain?

What have you found, Snowy?

What's going on? What's happened to you?

Cut the cackle and get me out of this before I go crazy.

Hurry!

Billions of blue blistering barnacles.

Got it. This miserable reptile has spent the night waltzing along my spine.

Oops.

Well,

whoever they are, they got our llamas, our supplies, our guns, and they got

Serino. But there's one thing they missed.

Serino's hat.

Snowy.

Snowy, here, boy.

It's up to you now, Snowy.

Find Serino, Snowy.

Find him.

Come on, after him.

Hey, not so fast, you mountain goat.

There they are.

They'll pass directly below us. If we take a shortcut down the cliff, we could

surprise them.

Snowy, stay here. More likely, we'll break our necks.

Better find another way, Captain. This is very steep.

Whoa!

Blistering.

Typhoons.

Don't move.

You tell us, where is your friend?

No say.

Tell us or die.

Well, what do you know?

He's right behind you.

You, no joke.

No joke?

Hands up!

I'll take that.

Untie Zerino, Captain. I'll keep an eye on them.

Good to see you, little one.

Thank you, my friends.

Señor, look out!

Hooray!

Thundering typhoons.

And anyone who crosses our path again is a dead duck.

You just wait.

Thank you for saving me, Señor Tintin. We wouldn't abandon you, Serino.

But where is Snowy?

Snowy!

I have news of your friend, senora.

Professor Calculus?

I hear Indians talking.

They're only about a half day ahead of us.

Maybe we catch them soon if we hurry.

That's good news, Serino.

Let's get going.

You sure we can't do it without these cushion -footed ruminants?

Oh, no, senor.

Nam is very helpful.

Very gentle, senor.

You try to be friends, you see.

The Staring Barnacles.

It all started when seven archaeologists discovered an ancient Peruvian mummy

and unknowingly unleashed a mysterious curse.

The divine curse will follow them wherever they go.

And following this mysterious story, yet another member of the Sanders -Hardyman

expedition has been found in a coma.

Fragments of broken crystal balls that must have contained some sort of

potion. Then these are deliberate attacks.

However, the mystery was about to take a turn.

Raskar Kapak's jewels have disappeared. What have we here?

That's Raskar Kapak's bracelet.

There are signs of a struggle here, Captain.

Calculus's umbrella.

The kidnapping of Professor Calculus is believed to be connected with the

mysterious case of the Sanders -Hardeman expedition. The kidnappers have been

spotted. They stopped for gas at a garage near St.

Nazaire. That's a port.

Exactly.

It all fits together.

Calculus is aboard the Pachacamac. We're off to Peru.

We arrived in Peru and were surprised to discover our old friends were already

on the case.

Thompson and Thompson?

Interpol has sent us to back up the inspector on this delicate mission.

Precisely. And where's the Pachacamac? Out there.

Carrying somebody ashore.

It's got to be the Professor.

The kidnappers made off with Professor Calculus before we could rescue him.

Fortunately, I learned of a guide who promised he would help us.

So where is this guide of yours?

You come now.

Where is our friend?

He is taken to the Inca.

Then where is this Inca?

The Temple of the Sun, Senor.

Your friend is prisoner of the Sun God.

Okay, Snowy, we're coming.

We're coming.

Snowy! A condor has taken him.

He'll be eaten alive.

Maybe I can scare it off.

There.

Snowy's safe for the time being.

But I've got to work fast.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to get Snowy down from there.

Be careful!

Snowy!

I hope he's okay.

Oh!

Snowy!

Hello to you, too.

Is he okay?

Now hold still.

Heads up!

Blistering typhoons! The condor's back!

The pendulum says that they are somewhere high up.

Ouch! Blue blistering manacles!

Oh.

How peculiar.

Yes. Quite.

Go on, Snowy. Don't leave me alone.

We'll have to try and cross here. It's our only chance.

Give me the rope, Zorino.

Here goes.

Now, who's first?

I go first to show rope very strong.

He's got guts, that boy.

Sundering typhoons. You need a cool head for this.

Oops, my hat.

For heaven's sake, Captain, forget your hat.

Not on your life.

This hat means a lot to me.

Tintin not dead. Is he, Captain?

My poor Serino. Tintin is gone.

We'll never see him again.

Ever. Hey!

Captain!

Serino! That voice.

I must be dreaming.

Hang on, Tintin.

Here it comes.

Got it. Come on in.

In there?

Yes, in here. You have to see this. Don't worry. It's only a thin curtain of

water. If you say so.

Listering articles.

Remarkable. Isn't it?

Where are we?

Incredible.

Come on, Serino.

Serino. What do you think, Captain? I would say we've stumbled into some long

-forgotten entrance to the Temple of the Sun.

It'll be dark as the belly of a whale in there.

No, I had a look. The rock is some sort of phosphorescent mineral that actually

gives off light.

I've got a hunch we're not far from Professor Calculus.

Huh?

Uh -oh.

Looks like a dead end.

I think Snowy's found something.

Where are you going?

Good boy, Snowy.

Wow!

Inca mummies. This must be some kind of tomb.

If I'm not mistaken, Snowy, this looks like it could be a secret doorway.

Ding, ding.

Whoa.

Blistering particles, give me...

Look, Captain.

Help me give this slob a push.

Right. I sure don't feel like hanging about in here.

I don't think I like the company.

One, two...

Plasms, poltroons, terrorists!

Don't cry, Zerino. We'll get out of this, you'll see.

Oh,

the medallion.

But take this medallion. It may save your life.

I wonder... Here, Serino, take good care of this. It might come in handy.

Strangers, you have violated the sacred temple.

You must pay for this sacrilege with your lives.

Do you really think we'd let ourselves get massacred just like that, you tin

-hatted tyrant? Noble Prince of the Sun, we have never sought to commit

sacrilege. We were simply looking for our friend, Professor Calculus. Your

friend dare to wear the sacred bracelet of Raskar Kapak?

He too will be put to death.

Listering barnacles, you've no right to kill him. It's murder, pure and simple.

But it is not we who will put you to death.

It is the sun itself.

Its rays will set alight your pyre.

As for this young Indian who betrayed us, he will be sacrificed at once on the

altar of the sun god.

Billions of blistering blue barnacles. Don't you dare touch a hair on this

head. Zerino, the medallion.

Where did you steal that, little viper?

I not steal prince of the sun.

He... He gave me this medallion. I beg leave to speak.

It is I, noble prince of this sun, who gave the sacred token to the young

stranger. You, Oskar, a high priest of the sun god, you gave this talisman to

our enemy?

I did so because he showed great courage in defense of one of our race.

He is not an enemy, O noble prince.

Good, Oskar.

Your action will save the young Indian.

But the two strangers must be sacrificed to the sun.

However, I will grant them one favor. They may choose the day and the hour

the rays of the sacred sun will light their pyre within the next 30 days.

Let the strangers be taken away and confined until tomorrow.

The Prince of the Sun has spoken.

Well, we're up to our necks this time.

Thundering typhoons.

Where did you find this newspaper?

Have you forgotten?

You told me to keep it to light a fire.

Won't be needing it now.

There'll be fire, all right.

Now where are they?

The pendulum says they're very loud.

Now that's interesting.

What's the date today? The 15th?

Yes, if it makes any difference.

Then tomorrow's the 16th.

Eureka! We're saved!

Thundering typhoons, what's the matter with you? I can't tell you now, but

be all right. The most important thing for you to do is trust me and do exactly

as I say.

You'll understand later.

Well, strangers, have you decided on the day and the hour of your death?

Yes, noble Prince of the Sun. This very afternoon at precisely four o 'clock.

Today is my friend the Captain's birthday, and I... Have you gone crazy?

know it isn't Captain. You promised to trust me.

Guards, take them away. The ceremony will take place at the appointed hour.

You were so keen to see us roasting on this barbecue, so here we are.

Trust me, Captain.

Captain, there!

Calculus! After all the time we've spent searching for him. Now we'll have all

eternity with him in the ever after.

Why, Captain, what a delightful surprise.

How are you?

Oh, just dandy, Cuthbert.

And you too, my dear Tintin. But tell me, what is all this performance? Where

are we? We're with the Acres.

Ah, the cinema.

Good. You must congratulate the director for me. What a clever historical

reconstruction. Look at those extras. So natural. Who would believe their act?

Let the sacrifice begin!

No! You can't! You can't!

What are we doing here?

According to the pendulum, they should be in a very hot spot.

Oh, Pachacamac, lord of the day, maker of earth, strike now with thine avenging

rays!

Son, do not heed your son's prayers.

Show all those present that our death is not your desire.

Silence, dog!

How dare you call on the sun?

Oh, sublime Pachacamac, if this sacrifice is not thy will, hide thy

shining face from us.

Poor Tintin. He's lost his mind.

Blistering barnacles.

What's happening?

An eclipse!

An eclipse!

No reason to panic, Captain. It's only an eclipse, that's all.

Mercy, mercy, I implore you, make the sun show its light again. I will grant

whatever you desire.

My desire is that the curse of Raskar Kapak be lifted from the seven explorers

who came to your temple. They came seeking only knowledge of what they

was a long -forgotten culture.

So be it. You have my word.

Oh, sun, lord of the day, show mercy, I pray thee.

Pity thy children and show thy light once more.

By Patrick's command, the sun obeys him.

Quickly, set them free! Your newspaper saved us, Captain.

Life is magnificent!

Life is magnificent!

Now what?

It definitely... says they're getting bumped about.

These wax images enabled me to maintain my spell over the men for whom you

plead. But what about the crystal balls?

What were they for?

They contained a mystic liquid obtained from Coco, which plunged the victims

into a deep sleep.

The perfect state for enchantment.

Goodbye, Serino. Your place is here now.

Farewell, Din Din, my friend.

Before you leave, noble strangers, I too have a favor to ask of you. I know what

you're about to say, noble Prince of the Sun, and you need have no fears about

that. I will never reveal to anyone the whereabouts of the Temple of the Sun.

Me too, I swear it. May my beard be barbecued if I breathe so much as a

Likewise, I swear I will never again act in another film.

However, glittering the Hollywood contract.

Adios, senor. May the sun shine upon you.

Hang on a sec. Don't leave just yet.

Nothing against you personally, but that pays a very old debt.

Let's go home, Captain.