The Adventures of Tintin

Prisoners of the Sun - Part 1

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

Hmmm, yes.

Why so glum? Things are looking up.

I guess so, but I can't help feeling we're being watched.

Aah, enjoy yourself. Look around you!

Amazing!

Look at that!

Look! A Llama!

Careful, Señor!

Why? Such a nice Llama! Kitchy, kitchy, kitchy!

Thundering typhoons!

C'mon, Captain, it's time to get 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!

There's the inspector... Huh!

Thomson & Thomson?

Interpol has sent us to back up the inspector

on this this delicate mission.

Precisely...

And where's the "Pachacamac"?

Out there.

Beside the little tug,

with the 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 released her.

Hm! Another convenient coincidence?

Those doctors are taking forever.

Captain, just what is this "guano" stuff?

Guano?

Er, um!

How shall I put it?

Well, there's a sample of it!

Capitain! Look! A new flag...

Quarantined!

We wouldn't be able to board her for days... maybe weeks!

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

the plague... yellow fever...!

I think they know we're on to 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!

OK, stop, this is close enough!

Be a good boy, Snowy!

Good luck, lad!

Que pasa ahi abajo?

Que ha pasado, Chiquito?

No, es nada, debe de ser el gato.

He's going back to his cabin.

Excuse me. A little further to the west.

Professor Calculus!

Professor, wake up! Professor!

The mummy's bracelet...!

Si...!, the bracelet of Rascar Capac.

What do you want with poor Calculus?

Your friend has donned the sacred bracelet of the Incas...

That is sacrilege!.

The punishment for that is death!.

- Alonzo! - No!

You there! Stop!

Devil! You'll pay for this!

Iconoclasts!

Pirates!

Guano gatherers! Murderers!

Let's get out of here!

Professor's Calculus' life is in danger, Captain!.

We've got to get help.

You alert the police! I'll stay here and watch the ship.

Whew! At last!

Come on... come on!

- Si... - Thundering typhoons!

Get me the Chief Inspector!

- He's asleep, Senor. - Then wake him!

This is urgent!

Blistering blundered! He hung up.

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!

Thomson!?

And about time, too!

Great snakes! They're carrying somebody ashore!

It's got to be the Professor...

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...

Ah... aah... isn't this the Professors' pendulum?

Without a shadow of a lout...

er, shadow of a doubt.

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 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 better go and investigate...

And keep your eyes open...!

Never you mind, they're open...

To be precise they're...

Excuse me, son. Have you seen a young lad with a little white dog?

Yes, indeed and I know him well.

Tintin!?

Snowy!

What about Cuthbert?

We haven't got a moment to lose.

I overheard the kidnappers say they were heading for Jauga.

If we hurry, we just might catch up with them by train..

What a mob! This train is going to be crammed.

Have a good trip, Señores.

Ow!... 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...

Hello... We're slowing down!

We must be coming to a station...

What!?

Oh! No! What!?

Oh! No!

Captain! Our section has been unhooked.

What?

Blistering Barnacles!

- Quick. Jump!. - Jump?

Snowy, Snowy... come on!

We're going too fast!

A river.

This is our only chance, Snowy.

Snowy?

Oh, good boy!

We can thank our lucky stars we got out!

I wonder what's become of the Captain?