Tad Jones and the Secret of King Midas Page #2

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Oh, awesome!

Awesome! Awesome! Awesome!

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING) A little less conversation,

a little more action...

Awesome!

All this aggravation

ain't satisfactioning me

A little more bite

and a little less bark

A little less fight

and a little more spark.

Close your mouth

and open up your heart...

Eh?

Hello!

(SCREAMS)

Ooh, ooh!

Awesome!

Oh, man!

King Midas' papyrus!

Can you read the inscription?

"Made in China"?

(GIGGLES) The papyrus, not the stand.

(LAUGHS) Yeah, the... Sorry, my bad.

Um...

Looks like hieroglyphic writing.

Exactly.

This is what I've been working on

all this time,

Midas' magic collar.

It's made up of three pieces.

One of them seems to be in what

is called the Red Temple of Baal.

I found these hieroglyphics that point

to the exact location of the temple.

If the collar really exists...

So does Midas' golden touch!

The power to turn

everything you touch into gold.

Tad, I've been so busy that... (SIGHS)

Sara... Um...

I have something to ask you.

Go on.

Would you be my... (STAMMERING)

Be my...

Mummy?

Be your mummy?

- Sara!

- You?

Get over here. Give me a hug.

I told you to wait in the car!

What are you doing here?

Oh, I better not tell you. (CHUCKLES)

But I will.

You see, when you left my lost city...

Oh, yeah, that's great.

I will tell her later.

TIFFANY:
Miss Lavrof?

The script for tonight.

Hey, what's with Elvis?

He's an old friend.

- Right, Mummy?

- Hi!

You call him Mummy?

- Yeah, he doesn't preserve very well.

- Hey!

Please, excuse me.

I still have so much to do.

Oh, right. Don't worry.

Come on!

Bye! Bye, Sara!

What's with the getup?

I see why you love her so much.

You're definitely

punching above your weight.

Let's go.

(GRUNTS)

(WHOOPING)

(SINGING) A little less constipation...

Okay, King, see you later.

Yeah! Let's go to the party!

No, no, no, no. You'll stay here.

What?

You're gonna leave me alone again?

Just until Sara's presentation ends.

I don't want any trouble, right?

Okay, fine, I'll stay here

if you promise me something.

And that is?

That you take

your vicious canine with you.

Come here, Jeff. Come here!

(JEFF GROWLS)

And don't leave the room, okay?

(DOOR CLOSES)

- (STRUMS GUITAR)

- (BONES CRACKING)

Not awesome.

(JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING)

Hi, there. Uh, nice to meet...

Hey, how are you?

Nice to meet you...

Hello! My name is Tad.

Am I speaking the wrong language?

Hey, Belzoni, good to see you!

Waiter? What do you mean?

Not a chance. This is my best suit.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, whoa...

Oh! Oh...

Oh!

I'll take care of that, sir.

Keep an eye on that one.

(GUESTS APPLAUDING)

(CHUCKLES)

An ancient relic has revealed

the real story of King Midas.

It's a papyrus called

"A Sacrifice for Love."

It shows him as an all-powerful king

who defeated all his enemies for Apollo.

Grateful, Apollo bestowed

upon King Midas

a collar with three golden pieces.

The collar would bring the wearer

the power to turn

anything he touched into gold.

Midas amassed piles and piles of gold.

Everything he laid his hands on

would turn into the precious metal.

But this golden touch

soon became a curse.

His daughter reached out to hug him

and she too was turned into gold.

Devastated, Midas returned to Apollo

and begged for mercy.

Apollo told Midas

to get rid of his collar,

offering each of its three pieces

to a god

in different temples around the world.

Midas followed Apollo's orders,

and by giving up an immense power,

brought his daughter back to life.

Or in other words,

he made a sacrifice for love.

- (GUESTS APPLAUDING)

- Wow! (WHISTLES)

Ladies and gentlemen,

I'm delighted to present to you

my most important discovery,

the definitive proof

that thousands of years ago

King Midas and his collar

- actually existed.

- Huh?

A gift?

The Midas Papyrus.

(BEEPING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Now, this is a party.

- (GRUNTS)

- (GROANS)

We've got it, boss.

- Go, Belzoni!

- Get him!

- (GUESTS SCREAMING)

- Uh-oh!

(GRUNTS)

(BARKING)

(MEN PANTING)

(JEFF CONTINUES BARKING)

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

- You?

- Hey, thanks.

- (MEN SHOUTING)

- (BOTH SCREAMING)

- (MEN GRUNTING)

- I got it!

No, I got it! Ahh!

Huh?

Tad!

(GASPS)

BOTH:
Whoa!

(CHUCKLES)

You come with me.

SARA:
Get your hands off me!

Sara!

- Huh?

- (GRUNTING)

- Tad!

- Sara!

(YELPS)

Find me!

(SCREAMING)

Sara...

SARA:
Wake up, Tad.

Find me.

Tad, come back to me.

Tad.

Wake up, Tad.

(BOTH SCREAMING)

Wait. Where's Sara? They took her!

It's a kidnapping!

Like Pizarro and Atahualpa!

Like Corts and Montezuma!

Actually like Corts...

Tad, are you all right?

Yeah. This is built to last.

Oh, wait a minute...

Sara's notebook.

She wanted me to have it.

I bet those goons took Sara so

she could lead them to Midas' collar.

Then we're gonna have to find it first.

With this, we can be one step

ahead of them and rescue Sara.

Look at this.

The Red Temple of Baal.

Sara believed this was Midas'

first stop on his pilgrimage.

The key to its location

is in these hieroglyphics,

but I can't decipher them.

Mmm. Let me see. I'll see if I can find

something about Tartessus' language.

Great. We should also look

for its dialects.

Good thinking.

Wow!

There's no reference

of those ancient languages any more.

- Total dead end.

- (SIGHS) There has to be a way.

(READING IN ANCIENT LANGUAGE)

"There you should find Baal."

What did you just say?

(SPEAKING ANCIENT LANGUAGE)

No, no, no, the other stuff.

Oh! (SPEAKS ANCIENT LANGUAGE)

How can you read that?

Well, dead tongues are my specialty.

Check it out.

See? Totally dead. (LAUGHS)

Your friend is a bit weird.

(SIGHS) You have no idea.

Here it says,

"Four suns toward the dawn,

"by horse from Setefilla,

"there you should find Baal."

Ta-da!

"Setefilla..."

(CHIRPING SADLY)

Sorry, buddy.

Setefilla is what the Tartessians

called the city of Seville.

"Four suns toward the dawn."

A sun was a day in ancient times.

By horse...

120 miles.

120 miles towards the dawn.

To the east!

The Red Temple of Baal is in Granada!

That's it, Tad.

There's the Alhambra.

The Moorish palace also known

as "The Red One."

That's where they're taking Sara!

(CHIRPS EXCITEDLY)

Get ready, guys.

We're going to Spain.

- Spain!

- Yes.

- (MUMMY WHOOPING)

- Wait for us, Midas.

Hold on, Sara.

Tad Stones, on the case.

RACKHAM:
For the last time,

how do I use this

to find Midas' collar?

I won't tell you a thing.

(GROANS)

Leave her. There are other ways

to make her cooperate.

Will it work, sir?

That truth serum might be out of date.

Well, there's only one way to find out.

What do you think of me?

(STAMMERING) Sir...

Come on, don't be shy.

- Well?

- No, I can't...

You... (GULPS)

You are an arrogant bully,

uncool and very cheap!

I'm sorry.

- (SNICKERING)

- Shut it!

And you're also a daddy's boy. Ah!

(GROWLS)

And your feet stink! (SCREAMING)

(TRAPDOOR CLOSES)

Your turn.

Where are the pieces of the collar?

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