8 Mummy Madness 650 BC

CHAPTER 8 MUMMY MADNESS We swirl through time once more until we feel the

now-familiar falling sensation. Terry peeps out the top of the bin. 'Can you see the building permit office?' I say. 'Um,' he says, 'does the building permit office look like a pyramid?' 'No,' says the inspector. 'Then I think we might be in Ancient Egypt,' says Terry. 'All I can see is sand, a Sphinx, palm trees and a big gold-topped pyramid that we're about to smash into.'

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Finally, we come to a stop. A crowd of stunned- looking Ancient Egyptians are staring at the bottom of our bin. 'You idiots!' says one of them. 'You just squashed the pharaoh!' 'Uh-oh,' says Terry. 'I think we just squashed the pharaoh, whatever that is.' 'That's the king of Ancient Egypt!' I say. 'This is bad. Very bad.'

The inspector shakes his head sadly. 'If only people would take the trouble to install landing warning beepers on their time-travelling wheelie bins, this sort of unpleasant accident could easily be avoided.' The pharaoh lets out a loud moan. 'He's still alive!' says Terry. 'Quick, let's get the bin off him,' I say.

We lift the bin off the pharaoh and help him to his feet. 'Thank you!' he says. 'And now you must die!'