| My doomed version of
the story...
It
all started in Club Obi Wan, Shanghai (or some other Chinese
city). Indy was exchanging a Chinese warlord's ancestor with a
diamond. He got a screaming banshee instead. Oh, okay, she
didn't look like a banshee but she did scream a lot!
He got on a plane with her and a lil' Chinese boy, Short Round
(probably literally translated from his Chinese name) to go
home, but they ended up in India instead, where they met a
shaman. The old man told Indy to fetch the Sankara stone that
was stolen from his (old man) village. Indy thought that would
be like finiding his fortune and glory.
So off he went with his entourage to Pankot Palace to get the
stone. They were greeted with a funny kind of welcome... snakes
and bugs for dinner? Oh, come on! Surely you have something
better in your palace parlour?
Anyway, Indy found the way to the Temple of Doom and soon found
himself to be a true believer too. Oh no!
Short Round helped him out of his trance and they got the
stones, free the slaves and created a slave revolt. They then
had a roller-coaster ride in a water park (water provided
later).
Mola Ram the head Thugee was certainly not pleased. He wanted
Indy's heart for that, but Indy wouldn't give it away as long as
he still lives. Mola lost the tug of war and as loser, he had to feed the
crocodiles.
Indy returned the stone (he lost the other two, as usual) to the
shaman, and returned home. He went on another archeological
expedition and met his triplet brothers, the space-faring scoundrel
and the almost Amish cop,
but that's another story.
The End.
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