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The curator, a thin man with a nervous twitch named Dr. Aris, led them to a pedestal where a tarnished, heavy lamp sat under glass. "Since it arrived, the museum has been plagued," he claimed. "Cold winds, vanishing artifacts, and... the Shadow Stalker."
The dusty curtains of the Cairo Museum of Antiquities parted as the gang stepped into the shadow of the Pharaohs. They weren’t there for the gold, though; they were there because Velma had found a translation error in a 3,000-year-old scroll. [S5E3] The Curse of the Bronze Lamp
"According to this," Velma whispered, adjusting her glasses, "the Bronze Lamp of Amun-Ra doesn't just hold oil. It holds a 'spirit of scorching vengeance.'" The curator, a thin man with a nervous twitch named Dr
"Scooby-Dooby-Doo!" Scooby howled, accidentally knocking over a display of plastic mummies. "Cold winds, vanishing artifacts, and
"And I would have gotten away with it, too," Aris sneered as the police led him away, "if it weren't for you meddling kids and that mangy dog!"
