DuckTales

And that's why you don't scream

while sinking in quicksand.

Webby, please don't tell me how to die.

Don't worry.

I've read all about the ancient pyramids.

I'll show you the ins and outs.

Would love to focus on the outs.

I was right!

The tomb of Toth-Ra, Bringer of the Sun.

I've been searching for decades and...

Launchpad!

Mm. Did you want a bite?

This is the last of the lost pyramids.

Show some respect.

Sorry, Mr. McD.

Oh, man!

What if there's a whole army of mummies down here?

Unlikely. Mummification was

an expensive process meant for royalty.

It'd be rare for more than one mummy...

Toth-Ra was pretty rich.

I bet there's at least six.

Rich? What are we talking?

Jewels, antiquities, what?

Pharaohs from this period were typically entombed

with treasure, servants, jars full of vital organs.

Ignoring the bad parts. See you in the treasure room.

Wee!

Careful!

That was pretty anti-climactic.

Whoa!

Oh, ow!

What?

Mummies!

Behind me. They could be dangerous.

Speak, you ancient miscreants!

Hey! What's up?

*DUCKTALES (2017)* Season 01 Episode 08 Title: "The Living Mummies of Toth-Ra!"

Hey, if those are mummies I'd hate to see daddies,

- am I right? - Greetings, minions of Toth-Ra!

We are Scrooge McDuck and family.

Hey, if you guys are mummies,

- then I'd hate to see... - And associates

from the outside.

Outsiders.

We mean you no harm.

If you could just show us where your

- sacred treasure room is? - Oh, shh, shh, shh.

You'll forgive the lad.

We're just used to the mummies

in pyramids being, well, eh, dead.

We are not mummies.

We merely dress in this manner

to honor our powerful and fashion-forward leader.

I am Amunet, leader of the descendants

of the servants of Pharaoh Toth-Ra.

For thousands of years,

our families have served the pharaoh.

And our society has thrived.

I give you good deal. Buy my sand.

Buy my sand. Buy from me!

Aah!

"Thrived" isn't the word I'd use.

Living mummies. There's something

you don't see every day, eh, Webbigail?

Webby? Louie?!

They must've gone down the other chute.

Into the pharaoh's forbidden chamber!

- Forbidden? - Oh, no!

Lucky!

The poor bairns

must be scared out of their wits!

Wee!

Are we dead? Oh, is this heaven?

The ruby ankh of Neferhotep!

The ushabti army of Xerxes the third!

A prophecy!

"To those who serve the Pharaoh Toth-Ra,

he brings golden reward,

but beware all those who cross him."

And then something I can't quite translate.

Something about a curse?

Being stuck here for all eternity?

Fine by me!

Mm, best not to touch anything

until we find Mr. McDuck.

- Let's go. - Or maybe we stay here.

It's a room full of treasure.

Scroogey's gonna find it.

Good thinking. Still, don't touch...

Well, hello.

Anything.

And that's my hut,

and that's a public waste hole.

They're awful close to each other.

It does not smell great,

but Almighty Toth-Ra decreed this is where I am to live.

Oh, and here's the Temple of Toth-Ra.

See here, Amunet.

My kids are trapped.

Now you take me to the pharaoh this instant.

No need. The pharaoh will be here soon.

Bless me bagpipes.

Your pharaoh is...

pleased.

He has accepted our offering.

It is time for our golden reward.

I give you

the Sun!

Aah!

- That's it? - Wait!

Get back here!

Great day, everyone.

If we skip meals and start harvesting right now,

maybe he'll bring us a full hour of sun tomorrow.

You know a mummy doesn't actually bring you the sun, right?

The Earth spins on its axis, creating...

Aww, not the sharpest sickle in the shed, are you, kid?

I got a Junior Woodchuck badge

in sickle sharpening that says otherwise.

- You should really leave that alone.

Basic rule of treasure hunting:

If it might be cursed, don't touch it.

You said you weren't sure what the prophecy meant.

No, but I am sure it said the golden reward

is for those who serve Toth-Ra.

I am serving him... by cleaning up.

This place is a mess of treasure.

I don't know.

- Maybe we better... - Ooh!

What's in this weird jar, huh?

Do not look in those jars.

Ooh, a kidney!

Intruders!

We brought that kidney from home, I swear!

Let me in, you decomposing degenerate!

Those who enter the pharaoh's chamber

never return!

- What? - Oh, no!

Louie! Webby!

Sorry. Too much?

Isn't there some way you can help us?

I suppose we could just rise up

against the all-powerful Toth-Ra,

bringer of the golden Sun.

Yes, that! Do that!

Why? We've got food, water,

fresh bandages in lieu of pay,

a kind and merciful god-king.

What's the outside got that we don't?

Toth-Ra has got you working night and day,

but you barely got enough to scrape by.

He doesn't bring you the sun.

He keeps it from you!

Sorry, it's just not our way.

Don't you want to feel the sun on your face?

Meh.

The wind in your hair?

Not really.

Don't you want freedom, or glory?

Launchpad!

Oh, sorry.

I didn't want my belly to grumble

and interrupt your big speech.

Like I am right now.

It's bad enough you goof around

during the greatest archaeological find of our time.

But, eh...

Oh, what is that?

Oh, this burrito?

Just rice, beans, cheese, your choice of meat

wrapped in a delicious tortilla.

Mmm, mmm, mmm. Delicious!

Oh, where do we get this bo-rrito?

Outside where freedom is.

Bo-rritos are outside?

We must have bo-rritos!

Rise up against the mighty Toth-Ra!

Seriously, that's what... Oh, never mind.

Let's break into the temple!

Yeah, burritos!

Never should've ignored a prophecy.

We crossed the pharaoh and now we're doomed!

Silence! -Aah! But we didn't cross the pharaoh.

It was just some lowly guard.

Feels like a technicality.

As long as you could talk,

you could talk your way out.

Trademark: Louie Duck.

I don't know, this whole thing