There's A Pharaoh In Our Bath!

  ‘I sent them home,’ explained the Pharaoh. ‘Their job was done, and now ours is too.’

  That was not strictly correct. Mr Lightspeed had to call the police and it took a while to explain the whole story. Sergeant Wattle was not at all sure he believed Sennapod was a Pharaoh, especially when he realized that his crown was made from kitchen roll and a tennis-ball. However, he was polite and kept his doubts to himself. Grimstone and Jelly were carted off to the police station.

  That evening, the Lightspeeds had a celebration. Mrs Lightspeed couldn’t get hold of any roast hippo, so they made do with sausages. They retold their adventures endlessly until Mr Lightspeed finally mentioned the treasure. ‘I hope you have the map safe and sound,’ he said to Sennapod.

  The Pharaoh pulled the parchment from his robe and his old face creased with a large smile. ‘You may see for yourself,’ he said.

  Mr Lightspeed carefully opened it up. It didn’t look like a map at all. There were just a few hieroglyphs squiggled on it.

  ‘This is the map?’ he asked.

  ‘No, of course not. It’s the bill for all the bandages I was wrapped in. It must have got caught in them when I was being mummified.’

  ‘Then where’s the real map?’ cried Ben.

  Sennapod smiled at them all. It was obvious he wasn’t going to say. Instead, he raised his glass of wine. ‘A toast to my loyal friends!’ he beamed.

  ‘Friends?’ repeated Carrie in surprise. ‘Does that mean we’re humans at last?’

  The Pharaoh frowned slightly. ‘Almost,’ he admitted. He pushed back his chair and rose to his feet. ‘Now, I have something very important to do.’ Sennapod swept from the room and went upstairs. A few moments later, the Lightspeeds heard a familiar bleeping and blooping coming from Ben’s room, quickly followed by a cry of despair.

  ‘Argh! I hate Magnificent Marvin! I’ve been zapped by the evil Mega-monster!’