“A mummy?” spiffy cried in disbelief, “Are you sure?”
   “That’s what they said,” Banjooooo replied.
   “That’s kind of odd…”
   “Well, first we have to figure out which kind of mummy they mean,” Banjooooo pondered, “The parent kind or the freaky monster kind.”
   “Well, how did they spell it?”
   “With a ‘u’.”
   “Um… how’d you know that?” NTU asked.
   “No time for that, we have to get to the museum!” spiffy cried heroically.  He strode to the door and tripped over Space Ghost.  “Ow.”
    Banjooooo sighed.  “Elsqueevio, just take our messages.”
   “Yeeessir!  Take the messsssages!  Iiiiiis my pleasure, beaver bad!  Ahhhhhh!!”
   “Um… NTU, when Fleabot wakes up, could you have him answer the phone?”
   “Sure,” NTU agreed.

   “So where the hell are we gonna get a mummy?”
   Banjooooo and spiffy were standing just outside of spiffy’s door.  After rushing through and charging out the door, they realised that they had no idea what to do.
   “Um… I dunno… where do they keep mummies?” spiffy replied.
   “Egypt.”
   “Okay… how do we get to Egypt?”
   “We don’t.”
   “So… where else do they keep mummies?”
   “I dunno.”
   Suddenly, they heard the rustling of leaves behind them.  They whirled around to see a bush.  Then, from behind a nearby tree, a gravely voice spoke.  “I can get you a mummy,” the voice said.
   “Um… okay.  We  need it right now, though,” spiffy replied calmly.
   The voice paused.  “Don’t you want to know the conditions?”
   “Banjooooo, do we want the conditions?” spiffy asked.
   “I think so…”
   “But you’re not sure?”
   “Nope.”
   “We’d better go ask NTU…”
   “Wait!” the voice commanded, “Yes, you do want the conditions!”
   “Oh.  Well then, tell us,” spiffy said decisively.
   The voice sighed.  “Never mind.  But you owe me one.”  There was a flash of light, and standing before them was a mummy.
   “Hey, thanks!” spiffy shouted at the tree.
   “I think he’s gone, spiffy,” Banjooooo told him.
   “Yeah… I was thanking the tree… for giving us oxygen,” spiffy said, thinking quickly.
   “Right.  Let’s go.”

    Seventeen and one quarter minutes later, they had arrived at the Gothametropolis York Museum.  The door was locked.
   “Door’s locked,” spiffy commented.
   “No, really?”
   “Yup.  So how do we get in?”
   “spiffy, spiffy, spiffy… don’t you remember my most special power of all?”
   “Mind control?  That’d explain why Elyse likes you.”
   “Just remember, Elyse likes me, not you.”
   “… shut up.”
   “My lock-picking power!”
   “You have a lock-picking power?”
   “Yeah… hold this mummy while I open the door,” he said, tossing the mummy at spiffy.  He turned to the door and concentrated with all his might.  Finally, the door popped open.  “Let’s go, spiffy,” he said.  There was no response.  Turning, he saw the mummy lying on the ground with spiffy’s limbs sticking out from underneath.  “Oops… didn’t seem that heavy,” he said, picking up the mummy and bringing spiffy to his feet.
   “Oy… that was painful,” spiffy said, dazed.
   “You’ll get over it. Come on,” the sea monkey ordered, taking a step inside the museum.  Suddenly, the air was filled with blaring alarms.
   “Do you have an alarm-deactivating power?”
   “Nah.”
   “Didn’t think so.  Keep going.”  The pair entered the museum cautiously.  They encountered no guards, but no informant either.  The alarms were still going.  They went into the section containing Neanderthal men.
   “That one looks just like you,” Banjooooo commented.
   “Shut u… hey, he does.  Weird.”  As the two examined the spiffy look-alike, they failed to notice another ancient man stand up and walk towards them.  It reached forward and closed its hand around the mummy’s neck.  Then it pulled.  The mummy came out of Banjooooo’s grip and flew backwards.  The heroes whirled around, and found a short, hairy man embracing their mummy.
   “Banjooooo?” spiffy asked plaintively, “Why is that caveman hugging our mummy?”
   “I don’t know.  Maybe he’s our informant.”
   “Um… Are you our informant?”
   The caveman looked at spiffy, grunted, and turned around to walk away.  The pair had not expected that.
   “Hey, caveguy!” Banjooooo yelled, “Get back here!”
   The caveman turned around again, and peered at them curiously.
   “Did you call us here?” spiffy asked.
   It just stared at them.
   “I’m guessing no…” spiffy said uncertainly.
   “Hooga,” the caveman replied.
   “Hooga?” spiffy asked.  He turned to Banjooooo.  “Did he just say Hooga?”
   “That’s what I heard,” Banjooooo answered.
   “Why Hooga?”
   “Hooga,” was all the caveman said in return.
   “Right,” spiffy said distractedly, “So we can assume it wasn’t this guy who called.  So there’s no informant.”
   “But who would want us here, and why?”
   The two pondered that for an instant.  “Wait,” spiffy said slowly, “Why would Bubba collapse if Elsqueevio was upstairs?  He wasn’t the stalker, and Bubba recovered right away.”
   Banjooooo realised what he was trying to say.  “They wanted Bubba alone!  This was a distraction!  We have to get back there!”
   The heroes raced to the door.  “Hooga?” the caveman said plaintively after them.
   “Yeah, fine, you come too.”
   The trio made their way back to spiffy’s mansion as quickly as they could, but when they arrived at the detective agency, no one was there but an unconscious Elsqueevio.