The Lambert Bros. and the Quest for the 12 inch Indy Action Figure: Chapter 7

Posted by Indiana James (Lambert) from port7.westworld.ca on September 26, 1999 at 14:55:15:

Chapter 7

The primitive tribesman took the Lambertís to their main village of
houses made out of grass, and logs. It was a quaint village,
certainly a departure from the civilised, sophisticated buildings the
Lambert brothers were more used to. The Lambertís were not sure
whether they were about to be welcomed or about to be killed.

ìWe should make a run for it,î Brett whispered.

ìThey have weapons! We donít!î James replied.

Suddenly, what looked to be the leader of this mysterious tribe
emerged to take a look at the Lambertís. He commanded something in
their primitive language.

ìOur boots?î James wondered. ìThey want our boots. Brett take off
your your boots, and come on, smile Brett.î

ìI never smile at my murderers!î Brett chided.

James gave his boots to the man.

ìI donít think so, Brett. Even if they were, they wouldíve killed us
already, why would they wait this long?î

ìMaybe they will wrap us in banana leaves and bake us!î Brett wearily
said.

ìThink peaceful, Brett,î James said. ìMaybe theyís help us out, they
donít seem unfriendly.î

The tribesman analysed Jamesí boots and put them down. Brett handed
his boots to them.

ìI would not smell those if I were you!î Brett said. He was right.
They smelled hideous. The tribesman immediately threw them down.

ìMaybe we should give them a gift,î suggested James.

ìYeah!î Brett replied. ìGive them your hat!î

ìThatís not good enough, Brett!î

ìNot the box! Iíd rather be buried with it than part with it!î

ìOkay Brett,î James picked up a really, cheap, flimsy E.T. action
figure. Brett reluctantly gave it up. Brett would have been furious
if it was a good quality one. ìLook, itís an E.T.!î

The tribe looked at the ET for a few seconds, then grunted in
approval. They took them to their cabin to see someone. Who? The
Lambertís did not know.

***

The Lambertís were seated inside a hut. They were offered juicy ET
fruit snacks. Brett took one and munched on it.

ìIt has a crunch!î Brett said. ìVery tasty!î

Suddenly, a man came to greet them. He was not a tribesman, it was an
American. He was about 19 years old. ìWelcome to the Tropian
islands. The Kinuinianís are your host. I am Aragorn, an
anthropologist. Iím studying these people. Who might you be?î

ìUh... Indiana James Lambert,î James extended his hand, Aragorn shook
it. ìWe are travellers from Canada, by way of Java.î

ìA Canadian!î

ìAnd his brother,î Brett introduced himself. ìBrett Maverick
Lambert.î

Aragorn and Brett shook hands.

***

Meanwhile, as Aragorn and the Lambert Brothers were talking, Goodsport
was spying on them. Goodsport flexed his brawny muscles, emerged from
the woods, grabbed the nearest tribe member, covered his mouth and
broke his neck. In order to not be detected, he changed into the
tribesmanís clothes. When he tried to put on the arm band, it was too
small to accommodate his massive biceps. It ripped apart. Goodsport
decided to throw it away since it was no use putting it on.

***

ìThe question is can you help us get back to Edmonton?î Brett asked.

ìA freighter comes by on occasion on itís trading run,î answered
Aragorn.

ìJames! A boat!î exclaimed Brett. ìI can smell home! Edmonton!î

ìEdmonton, shops, theaters, perfume. Beautiful girls, West Edmonton
Mall, Silver City with some midnight screenings of Indiana Jones...î

ìYouíre from Edmonton?î James asked.

ìNo, Iím actually from Valentine, Nebraska. Iíve visited Edmonton
quite frequently, and I drank Mountain Dew, boy do I love Mountain
Dew!!!

ìExcuse me, do you have a hammer or a chisel here with you?î Brett
asked.

ìWhy do you ask?î

ìWe need to open this box. It has a difficult lock,î answered Brett.

ìI might have something in my quarters. Interesting isnít it that the
nature of a society determines the nature of their tools. Here, there
are no locks. Whatever is in there must be something very sacred and
valuable to you both. Come letís go to my quarters,î said Aragorn.

The trio made their way to Aragornís house.

ìYou are welcome to stay with me until your ship comes and takes you
away,î said Aragorn.

Aragorn handed the two a hammer and a chisel to open their box.

ìI would be more than happy to cook us supper tonight, announced
Aragorn.

ìThat would be great. Thank you!î said James.

Aragorn left to go study the tribe.

ìJames, letís open the box!î said Brett. ìI canít wait to see our
prized Indy action figure!î

After prying it open finally, Brett opened the box, moments away from
Indy. Brett reached inside and held out something completely
unexpected. Rather than an Indy action figure, it was a Pokemon
action figure.

ìA Pokemon!î said Brett in disgust. ìAll this FOR A POKEMON!!î

Brett was furious. He threw the Pokemon figure across the room.

ìBrett calm down!î said James.

ìWe almost lost our lives. We almost died of thirst... FOR A
POKEMON!!!î

ìBrett chill out!î But it was too late. Brett stormed out of the
place.

James walked over and picked up the Pokemon action figure. As crappy
as it may be, there was some strange writing on it that could be the
key to finding the action figure.

***

It was night time now. Brett was sleeping. James was studying the
Pokemon figure copying down the hieroglyphics onto paper. Aragorn
walked in with some cups. James covered up his with his fedora.

ìSome Mountain dew! I ration my supply and raid it whenever I feel
homesick. And you two have reminded me of home. Of people I should
see... my brother, the Jennifer Love Hewitt look-alike I know, that
gorgeous waitress at Pizza Hut, Christina. My Lord of the Rings
novels. Everyone and everything,î reflected Aragorn. ìWhat brings
you to this part of the world?î

ìUm, treasure hunting,î answered James.

ìWhy?î asked Aragorn.

ìTo complete our Indiana Jones collection.î

ìOh, the iron box.î Aragorn concluded.

ìYeah we thought there was a rare 12 inch Indy action figure in the
box.î

ìSo now Brett is tossing and turning.î

ìYes, he was let down.î

ìSo, what are you going to do now that you donít have your treasure?î

ìGo back to Canada. Make a website with Brett.î

ìReally? Neato! Well, I must retire for the night. Good night
James-buddy!î

ìYeah, good night Aragorn-buddy,î said James.

***

The next morning, the tribesman were building a new boat. Aragorn was
studying them. Oddly enough, one of the tribesman was not helping
out and he was by far the strongest of the bunch. Instead he was
flexing his muscles.

Thatís odd behaviour. Thought Aragorn.

James came and joined him.

ìWhat are they doing?î James asked.

ìBuilding a new canoe for the next cooler trading. The chief uses
these sprigs of mint to help persuade the canoe to be swift and
steady,î explained Aragorn.

ìCan I ask you a question? Do you know any ancient languages?î James
asked.

ìA bit.î

ìIíd like to show you something if I could,î James pulled out the
Pokemon figure with the strange writing.

ìHmmm...î said Aragorn.

***

The two studied the Pokemon further in his quarters.

ìDoes it make sense?î asked Aragorn.

ìIt could. The legend says the Monkís hid the action figure. One of
the last people to know about the action figureís whereabouts could
have taken it.î

ìTo the Temple of Pyaty?î asked Aragorn.

ìMaybe. But it could be another wild goose chase.î

ìWhat are you two doing?î asked Brett.

ìThe Pokemon had some writing on it, I think weíve deciphered it,î
answered James.

ìAwesome! Thanks Aragorn-buddy!î said Brett. ìYou should accompany
us to the action figure!î

ìIíve been thinking about that. Iím sick and tired of studying these
tribe,î confessed Aragorn. ìI want some adventure buddies!î

ìSo have you narrowed down a location?î asked Brett.

ìYeah, probably. Thereís a really high chance that itís in a Temple
at New Delhi, Indiaî said James.

ìAll right! I canít wait for the freighter to come!î said Brett
enthusiastically.

***

The tribe was preparing the canoe some more. Once again the muscular
tribesman was instead flexing his muscles. Of course, it was none
other than Goodsport. He glared at Aragorn and James who were
talking.

ìWhat are you going to do after you find the action figure?î Aragorn
asked.

ìGo back to Edmonton, make webpagesî replied James.

ìOh, Iíll go to Nebraska and try and own a Mountain Dew factory!!!î
exclaimed Aragorn.

***

Brett and James watched the sun set.

ìTomorrow, we make our way to New Delhi and the action figure will be
ours!! Haha!î said Brett.

ìYeah, itís gonna be great completing our Indy collection!î replied
James.

***

The freighter ship finally arrived. Aragorn, Brett, and James
couldnít wait to go exploring. The tribe put out their canoe and
started to row to the ship. Aragorn, Brett and James were swept with
excitement. But this final journey wouldnít be without itís dangers
and perils as muscular Goodsport was close by rowing, his eye trained
on his targets, ready to kill them as soon as they got the action
figure.

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Don't miss the exciting conclusion of "The Lambert Bros. and the Quest
for the 12 inch Indy Action Figure" tomorrow!!!

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