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Scene 2: A jungle, deep in the heart of somewhere, Argentina perhaps. Steamy, smoky, wet, and heavy on the vines. Our Heroes are climbing out of the wreckage of a charter plane that has already been reclaimed by the vegetation.
[ Author ] ( To Our Archaeologist) Last time I�m letting you fly. [ Our Archaeologist ] I happen to be an excellent flier. [ Author ] (Aside) Sure, when sitting in first class. [ Starry-Eyed Male ] Where are we? (Looks around and notices that they�re in a jungle.) Oh, no! We�re going to be mauled by horrible, horrible panthers! [ Our Archaeologist ] No we�re not. Besides, it�s lions you have to look out for in the jungle. [ Starry-Eyed Male ] (Enthralled) I�m sure you�re right, as usual. ( Our Archaeologist, now decked out in Lara Croft wear, shoulders her pack. Author drags out a trunk.) [ Author ] And even if we do come across anything man-eating, we�ll be fine. We�ve got enough firepower to take out France here. (They start walking, surprisingly able to find footpaths even in the densest undergrowth. Our Archaeologist stops.) [ Our Archaeologist ] Does either of you want to lead? Because I have no idea where I�m going. (Laughs nervously.) Later . . . Out side of a cave.
[ Our Archaeologist ] This must be that mystical cave thing on the map! [ Author ] Mystical cave thing? [ Starry-Eyed Male ] Excellent! This must be where it�s hidden. [ Our Archaeologist ] Umm�yes, of course! Where else but in a mystical cave would one find the incredible abjactav absuvah! (THX chord) [ Our Archaeologist and Starry-Eyed Male ] Into the caves! ( Our Archaeologist and Starry-Eyed Male run into the cave and proceed to avoid imaginary booby traps and other dangers. Author follows behind at a stroll, admiring the prehistoric cave paintings. She finally catches them up as they are leaning over a dust-covered reliquary.) [ Our Archaeologist ] �Give me that crow bar. [ Author ] (Incredulous) You�re not going to just smash it open?! [ Our Archaeologist ] Well I wouldn�t use the word �smash,� it sounds so negative. It�s in the interest of science for me to utterly destroy this beautiful, valuable, and probably sacred artifact in order to get to whatever may or may not be inside of it. [ Author ] But you can�t! [ Our Archaeologist ] Says who? [ Author ] NAGPRA! [ Starry-Eyed Male ] Gesheunheit. [ Author ] No! The Native American Graves Protection and Reparation Act. You need permits and things before you go smashing stuff. [ Our Archaeologist ] (Whiney) But the hobhictiv hobsirvir might be in there! ( Guitar riff) [ Our Archaeologist cont. ] I�m going to open it any way, so there. (beat) Wait, there�s something written on top. It�s ancient Romany (struggling to translate): �Caution: opening this container will cause your bones to turn into jelly.� Ewwww! [ Author ] (Jostles Our Archaeologist out of the way and takes a look.) No, it�s Latin: Fragilis hac sum caput. Fragile, this end up. [ Our Archaeologist ] (Offended) Are you the archaeologist or am I? [ Author ] Fine. It�s your bones that are going to be turned to jelly. Later . . . Back outside of the cave. (The three trudge back outside of the cave.) [ Starry-Eyed Male ] (Disappointed) I can�t believe that that was all that was in the reliquary. Bogus! [ Our Archaeologist ] Yeah, and after all the trouble I went though breaking into it. ( Author opens her mouth to say something snide but is prevented by the sudden appearance of a number of Large Sinister Men wearing vaguely familiar military uniforms.) [ Sinister Man #1] (With a heavy German accent) You will come with us, please. [ Our Archaeologist ] Ok! Where are we going? end scene Thought of the Day: They want to send Lance fron N'Sync into space (and bring him back). Why? ::Bangs head on table::
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