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DUMMIE THE MUMMY

Historic Museum Leiden Holland Egyptian room opening soon

I'd like to request again not to throw any objects...

Guys, please. Don't throw airplanes or balloons.

It causes a dangerous situation...

...for the driver.

Gus!

Good. Thank you. - It's super dangerous.

No Gus, it was funny.

opening soon

Did you see this, Ebbi?

Having a good look?

In Ancient Egypt, royal families were worshipped in their lifetime and in death.

They were buried as mummies in opulent coffins...

...and decked out with jewels to protect them in the next world.

Put it on and you'll be guided through the rest. There you go.

One for you, one for you, one for you.

Sorry, sir. I... - Hurry. The others have started.

Walk to the red room for the start of the audio tour.

Walk to the red room for the start of the audio tour.

Walk to the red room for the start of the audio tour.

Finally summer holidays!

Coming to the party on Friday the 7th? From 4 p.m. until late.

Hey, Gus.

Here already, son?

Whumpy dumpman, Gus. Holidays.

Freedom to do what we want for weeks.

Are we going somewhere this year? - Huh? What? Of course not.

But you're free. Something to be grateful for.

Oh, Gus, I'll do it.

How was it at the museum? - OK.

OK? Wasn't there a party? We used to have one before the holidays.

I've got one, dad. - A party?

No, a swear word. - OK. Say it.

Blasting cackdingle. - Blasting cackdingle. Good one.

I wish I'd come up with it. Blasting...

Uh-oh. - What's wrong?

Nothing. It's OK. Just a storm coming up.

Blasting cackdingle. Terrifïc swear word, Gus.

Terrifïc. Blasting cackdingle.

I wish I was invited to a party.

Dad!

Dad?

Quite the storm last night.

Were you awake all night? - Me? No.

Because of the storm.

I'm going to draw some blown-down trees.

We'll have breakfast together. OK?

Blasting cackdingle. Blasting cackdingle.

It was a chicken.

It was just a chicken.

A chicken.

Of course, a chicken.

Hi.

I'm Gus.

That's an alarm clock, but maybe we can...

Sirsar!

Sirsar!

So I'm Gus. - Gus.

No, that's an alarm clock. - Clock.

No. Gus.

Gus.

Yes, I'm Gus. And you?

You? - Me Gus. You...

Darwishi Ur-Atum Msamaki Minkabh Ishaq Eboni...

Hang on. I don't get that.

Hang on.

Look.

No, I don't think... Wait. I don't think we...

That's you.

You're alive because of the lightning and... the gold scarab.

Gus.

Yes, I'm Gus.

Darwishi Ur-Atum Msamaki Minkabh Ishaq Eboni...

Darwishi... Hang on a minute.

Dummie.

Look, your name is Dummie.

Dummie?

Dummie the Mummy.

Maashi...

Maashi? Means good?

Maashi. Maashi. Maashi!

Gus?

It's my dad, Nick.

Stay here. OK? Don't touch anything.

Guess what I saw? An accident because of the lightning and a truck...

You won't believe this. A truck with mummies from Egypt blown off the road.

One of them was burned.

Charred by the lightning. Burned to ashes.

What's this?

Sand all over the place. Whumpy dumpman, Gus.

What did you do?

Did you walk back and forth? I don't mind a bit of sand, but this...

What's that?

What? What's what?

That. That sound.

Oh, that. Maybe a bird or something.

A bird?

That's not a bird.

Dummie!

Dummie.

Blasting cackdingle.

I thought your were dead. - Dead?

Gus!

Gus.

You drew all over your wall.

Hi, dad. - Hi, dad? Pardon?

I have a barn fïlled with paper and you draw on the walls? Not bad, actually.

What are you doing there, by the way? - I...

My alarm radio fell out of the window. - How did that happen?

It might be broken.

Did you hear that?

Dummie?

Dummie, where are you?

Whumpy dumpman, Gus. There's a...

There's a... You won't believe this.

You phone the police.

I'll take care of this. - What?

This.

Phone the police. - Dad...

I'll catch him.

Stop it! Both of you.

Dad...

This is Dummie.

He's from Egypt. - Dummie?

He actually has a different name, but Dummie is easier.

Dummie. - Maashi.

That means good. - But he's a...

It's a... - Mummy, dad.

Dummie is a mummy.

Maashi.

He's that burned mummy from the accident.

Will they look for him? - Of course.

No, they'll think he's burned along with that coffïn.

Should we call someone?

The police?

Or a museum? - We'll call the police.

And then the museum and the newspaper.

They'll interview us, because we found a mummy. That's incredible, of course.

Then they'll take him to the museum.

They'll examine him to see how come it's possible he's alive.

They might open him up to see how old he is.

With needles and so on. - But dad...

They'll have to examine him.

I don't want them to stick needles into Dummie.

Of course not. Needles would be horrible.

That hurts.

And I don't want them to cut him open either.

What if they can't put him back together again?

I think we shouldn't call anyone. - That's what I think too, Gus.

So now what? - I don't know.

What's wrong? - Sirsar!

Sirsar! Sirsar!

The water hurts him.

Look. - Sirsar!

See? - Sirsar!

He's afraid of it. - Sirsar!

The water's gone.

Come on, Dummie. It's gone.

Come on, Dummie.

The water's gone.

Come on.

There. - Maashi.

Maashi, right?

Very maashi. - Very maashi.

I can't believe it. - Neither can I.

Dead as a doornail for 4000 years and then this.

Does it hurt when you die? - Don't know. Depends on how you die.

Do you think mom was in a lot of pain when she died?

Gosh, I have to make that bed.

In the attic? - So he can stay?

I guess. Where else is he supposed to go?

Straw.

Teapot. Bottle.

Telephone.

Chicken.

Butter. Eggs.

Chicken, egg, butter.

Ketchup.

Milk. - No.

Apple. - Dummie...

Cheese. - Yes.

Hundred. I'm coming to look for you.

Come on, that's dangerous.

Toilet plunger.

Tape.

Stapler. Brush.

Don't know what this is called. - Don't-know.

Dummie?

Teapot.

Bottle.

Dummie, you're on fïre.

Dad, he can't stand water.

Sunglasses.

Tape. Stapler.

Tomato, tomato... - Dummie, no.

No, no.

Got something for you.

A chain for your scarab.

Chain for me? - Yeah.

It's safe in there.

Hi, Nick. We're pirates on sheep.

On a ship. - Right. On ship.

We're going to rapture you.

What? - Capture. Not rapture.

I knew that. Capture, rapture.

You can't be seen.

Hide-and-seek is awesome. - It is.

No! Or they'll take you away.

Nice weather, right? - Weather?

Yes, the weather is gorgeous. - Good weather for the beach.

Or to sit on a terrace with someone nice.

Nick's looking around. - I'm nearly done, so...

No, Dummie.

There's a terrace next to the paint store. - The paint store.

Yes, and next to that. - I buy my stuff there.

At the terrace? - No, the paint store.

For my paintings. I have to fïnish them.

That's why...

Well, I'm off then.

Bye. - Yes, bye.

It's your school's year calendar.

Oh, right.

School.

This is fun and so is this.

Can't I stay home? - You have to go to school.

You can teach me.

I can't go to school. Dummie can't do without me.

Not without me.

I'm coming with you. - No.

School's fun. I'm coming with you. - You can't.

School's fun. - Dad?

You can't, Dummie.

Everyone will fïnd out you exist. It's too dangerous.

Not dangerous. No hiding. I want to come. I want school.

I'm a pharaoh's son. I'm brave. I never hide!

I... we... this isn't...

Poor thing.

How awful.

Completely burned.

Burned?

From head to toe.

It makes me cry.

But he's fïne now. Completely healed.

Well, it's tragic, isn't it?

Oh, gosh. I forgot this one.

Bye. See you soon. - Bye.

Burned.

You've been burned.

Are you sure, dad? - I've never been more sure.

Very sure.

No one believes that a mummy comes to life, but...

...a burned nephew, everyone believes that.

Everyone.

You believe what you think you see. That's what people are like.

A nephew from Egypt.

And burned, Miss Frick. Completely burned.

I can tell.

What's his name again? - Dummie.

Is that an Egyptian name? - Very nice name.

Nicer than Frick.

Compared to New York, the biggest building in the Netherlands is so mini.

Everything over there is huge.

New York is called the big apple, so my brother looked for a big apple every day.

Not until the last day did we tell him it didn't exist.

I hope we're going again next year...

Good morning.

Well, guys...

This is Dummie.

Good to see you, Dummie. - I am very good.

All right.

Does anyone have a question for Dummie?

How long he's been here, for instance. - A lot of hours. It's nice here.

Where he comes from, maybe. - I'm from my country. Egypt.

The most beautiful country in the whole wide world.

It certainly is beautiful.

I think everyone would like to know if your burns still hurt.

Can I ask that? - Of course.

I don't feel anything. The bandages are for...

Without the bandages I'll fall apart.

Pow, boom!

What the?

Dummie, go and sit next to Gus and we'll continue.

Go on.

Sorry, in the Netherlands people don't walk on their hands, you know.

In Egypt snakes don't go to school.

Dummie, shhh! - Come on, it's funny.

Enough, guys. Get out your books. We're starting with math.

This is where the girls sit. The little kids play over there.

And that's the bicycle shed.

What's over there?

Soccer. That game is actually too rough. - I know that game.

In my country we play it with the enemy's head.

With what? - Enemy's head.

I know it very well.

Look at that!

So cool.

Dummie, you're on our team. - No, on our team.

You play too. On my team. - No.

Much better than head.

Maashi!

One, two...

...three, four.

Both arms. One...

Horizontal. And to the left.

Two... and to the right.

Pay attention. Right. Squat.

Come on, squat. One...

...two... No, squat.

Pay attention, guys. Come on.

To the side. Stretch. Two... no...

...four.

Come on, guys. Pay attention.

Flamingo, flamingo.

I use this foot with soccer. So Ebbi says I'm a left-footer.

But I can also play with my right foot, so I'm also a right-footer.

So I'm a both-footer. Maashi!

Dummie the Mummy overtakes Gus Gust, but Gust is resolute...

...and approaches Mummy.

The last one inside is a wimp.

What's underneath those cloths, by the way?

What's wrong? - Underneath that toilet paper. Poo?

Is that why you're so smelly? Or are you just being a baby?

Stop it. - Want to be wrapped up too?

Then we can flush you both down with your fïlthy toilet paper head.

You are fïlthy. Filthy rotten girl.

Going to hit me? That won't make you any prettier.

Stupid wimp. Sirsar! You're a stupid wimp.

Pardon?

What's going on here? - Dummie is bullying us.

He calls us names all the time.

Is that true? - No, Miss.

She's a stupid wimp. Filthy ugly girl.

Maybe this is how people act in Egypt, but not in the Netherlands.

Go and calm down.

I don't get it.

She started. - You're visiting here, you know.

Make sure you realize that. Vi-si-ting.

Stay here, young man.

Get back here.

Get back!

Dummie, Frick is looking for you. - Annalise is an ugly wimp.

She says I have a toilet paper head. She's the enemy.

But her mom is Miss Frick's friend. - I'm the son of a pharaoh.

In my country we play soccer with the enemy's head.

There she is.

Guys, Miss Frick told me what happened in the schoolyard...

...between Dummie and Annalise.

Therefore, we need to take disciplinary action.

But, sir... - Gus...

Name-calling is not allowed, let alone bullying.

Fortunately, I witnessed everything from the bicycle shed.

You'll understand that the person who started the bullying...

...will be punished.

So...

Annalise, detention for an hour after school.

You... The next time you're bullied come and tell me.

Got that? - Maashi!

Now we can fïnally have gym.

I want you to line up here.

That was lucky. - It's not luck, it's just.

In Egypt there are palm trees with dates all the way at the top.

If you don't climb: no dates. You're hungry all the time.

But sometimes a crocodile chases you and you have to stay in the tree.

Sometimes all day long, till the crocodile's gone.

Why not shoot that crocodile? They're nasty animals anyway.

No, don't kill the crocodile. Crocodiles are gods of the Nile.

In Egypt you don't kill gods. Not a single animal.

Not even a snake.

In Egypt every animal is a god. Hippopotamus, white bird...

This scarab pushes a ball of poo.

The scarab is the biggest god of Egypt.

Wait. Who wants to see?

Look...

This scarab is very powerful.

It's from my dad's crown.

It's 4000 years old. - Dummie!

When you're dead...

It's because of his burns.

Let me help. - No!

He'll be fïne after I warm it up at home with the hair dryer.

With the hair dryer? - That works best.

That works best.

This happens all the time.

It'll be fïne.

It will.

It happens all the time.

Stop.

We can go to school. Of course we hate it.

But these kids would love to go to school.

But they can't. They have to work and take care of their sick parents.

Or there's just no money.

I wanted to help so I'm collecting bottles.

Careful. Annalise. - Annalise is a wimp.

This many.

With that money they can buy textbooks...

...pencils or school uniforms.

I received this friendship bracelet.

If you want one we can help together.

That's it.

Guys, pick up a bracelet on your way out.

Gus, is this a prank? - No, I didn't...

Here, stinky. - Dummie!

Dummie! No!

Hey, what the heck is this? What are you doing?

What did you do?

Miss...

I've warned him several times. He doesn't seem to want to accept it.

Was he raised properly? I have my doubts about that, sir.

We don't tolerate such outrageous behavior.

I don't want my school to be affected negatively by this monstrous...

She said it would be best for you to stay home for a while.

We'll have fun. Come on.

Why don't you draw?

It always picks me up. - Pick up?

Yeah, it makes you cheerful.

Dummie, come down.

Dummie, please.

Come on.

Leave him be. He'll come down eventually, like he does every day.

It's my fault he's up there. - Of course it isn't.

It is. It's my fault. - Gus, don't be silly.

I threw water on him.

He was showing his scarab in the classroom.

I had to stop him. - Gus...

Or he'd have told everyone he's a mummy.

And Annalise saw that and...

It's all my fault. - It's not your fault she hurt him.

You wanted to protect him, just like now.

That's what we do. We protect him. - But, dad...

Dummie has to go back to school.

Or he might as well have stayed dead.

I'll call Frick.

Hello Miss Frick, this is Nick Gust. I'd like to talk about Dummie.

Miss Frick, if...

Miss Frick, I...

Miss Frick... Whumpy dumpman, I've had enough!

Now listen to me and listen to me good.

That Annalise squirted Dummie, even though she knows it hurts him.

And now he can't go to school? What kind of policy is that?

What will the other parents think about not listening to both sides of the story?

This is what's going to happen: The children agree to make up...

...and everyone goes to school, as they should. Do you understand?

Good.

Fine.

Agreed.

Gus, see you in a minute.

OK...

I think it's a good idea to put this fïght behind us.

Right?

It takes two to make a quarrel.

So shake hands and promise not to do it again and we'll put this behind us.

Go ahead. Apologize to Annalise, Dummie.

Tell her you're sorry. - What?

No.

Me?

I'm not saying sorry.

Dummie... - No.

She squirted me. She's to blame.

I don't know what happened exactly. - That's right.

But I do know my daughter never does such things.

Never. She said so herself. - She's lying.

Well! - Miss Frick...

You said there would be an apology... - Exactly.

...and not that Annalise would be accused of all sorts of things. He has to say sorry.

Never sorry.

Never! - But...

Sorry.

Well, come on, honey. He said it. - Go ahead.

Shake his hand. - Go ahead.

I'll never do it again.

I can go to school again! Maashi!

This is the best, best, best day of my life.

Really?

Really. Completely true.

Wasn't it fun in Egypt?

Sure it was.

But a pharaoh's son...

...was also diffïcult with friends.

I was alone a lot.

But I had dad and mom.

Your mom...

I was very ill.

My mom had to cry a lot.

She took my hand...

...and kissed it.

She smiled...

...with her sweet face...

...and her brown eyes.

A sweet smile.

And then...

...everything became dark.

Where's your mom?

She is...

She...

I was very young when...

...when she died.

I didn't even say goodbye to her...

...when she left.

Not even a kiss.

Your mom...

...is the best mom in the world.

She thinks Gus is the sweetest kid in the whole wide world.

You're the best friend...

...in the whole wide world.

Morning.

Dummie? - It's nothing.

It's nothing. I'm fïne.

Look. I'm just fïne.

He probably has the flu. - Is that possible?

We'll keep him home for today and we'll see how he is tomorrow.

Hey, Dummie. - Hey, Gus.

What are you doing? - Nothing. I'll be better tomorrow.

Really? - I'm sure.

Scarab.

My scarab.

It's gone.

My scarab.

Guys, I'm trying to get some sleep. - His scarab is gone.

I have to fïnd it.

Scarab is life.

Hey, little man.

Scarab...

Gus... Find scarab.

Lost something?

Me?

No.

No, I haven't.

Just looking around.

Is Dummie still sick? - Yes.

He's in bed. - It's going around.

I'd like to talk about Egypt this week. Would be nice if he were there.

Your cousin knows a lot about it.

The animals, the Nile, the Egyptian gods, magic.

He just makes that up, you know. - Not at all.

Egypt is fïlled with magic.

The ancient Egyptians believed everything contained power.

The stones, the wind, the water. But...

When you walk around there you notice it.

You feel it from the water in the Nile.

You taste it in the air.

A sweet, dry flavor.

Secrets, mysteries.

Wonderful.

Have you been there?

In Egypt.

Yes, in a previous life.

We have to go to the school gardens.

Guys!

Gus? Gus! Over here.

Hold hands.

There we go.

Shouldn't you be next to Annalise? - She's sick.

Serves her right.

She's very ill, you know. Super ill.

It might say something about how we can fïnd it, or what we can do.

Someone from the museum has to translate it.

No, dad. What if they ask questions? - We'll say it's for a project.

No one will believe that.

There's no other way. We need help.

We don't understand this.

If it says something about how we can fïnd it...

Gus, Dummie needs that scarab. That thing is magical.

Gus, what are you still doing here? - Sir, I...

Are you OK, Gus?

Can you translate this?

They look like hieroglyphs.

Do you know what they say?

It's for Dummie. - Does he want to know?

Do you know?

They're diffïcult characters.

It's about the underworld and the gods of life and death.

I can take a look at it tonight. - No!

It has to be now. If you don't know what it says...

...Dummie will die. I mean... - Dummie's not going to die.

It doesn't happen that fast. - I really want to know what it says.

I have to know now. - Gus...

I really have to know now. Now!

I'm going to take you home. - No.

No, never mind. - I want to talk to your dad.

And? Do you know what it says?

Do you know?

Huh? - Dummie, I'm sorry.

I wanted to keep it a secret, but... - Dummie?

Dummie... - Sir.

But that's... - Sir, I haven't been burned.

I'm a mummy.

Is that a mummy?

Did you know that?

He lives because of his scarab.

But he lost it.

If we don't fïnd the scarab, he might not make it.

We have to know what this says.

Maybe there's a way to save him.

I just don't know what to say.

A live mummy.

Will you help us?

Sir...

...please. - Huh?

Yes, I'll help.

Of course I'll help.

Sun and lightning give power, causing it to give life.

And this...

Yes, here it says that the scarab can also take life away.

What if...

...the scarab is gone forever? - Then everything indicates this:

Death.

You'll have to fïnd that scarab. I can't see another option.

The only other clue I have is that whoever has the scarab now...

...is very ill.

They'll only get better when the scarab is returned to the owner.

Very ill?

Wait!

The doctors have no idea.

Tomorrow we're going to the hospital for further examination.

A temperature of 40 degrees is quite high.

I'm assuming they'll do all sorts of tests.

Annalise?

Annalise, where's the scarab? - Gus?

I have to know. Where is it? - Mom...

Mommy...

Dummie's necklace... Where is it? It's important.

Don't know. Go away. - If Dummie doesn't get it back...

...he won't get better.

And neither will you.

It fell.

I said I found it.

My dad returned it.

To the museum.

Gus, please. Will I get better?

A 4000-year old sacred image, lost during a transport.

But found by observant inhabitants of Polderdam.

Whumpy dumpman.

We can't just walk into a museum and steal something. Impossible.

The security is tight.

Even if we stole the scarab...

With all those cameras and security... - Everyone would be after us.

And they'll catch Dummie after all and cut him open.

I don't want that.

We should be grateful we had him for so long.

But he's my best friend. - We have the memories, Gus.

Forever. - No.

Dad... Memories?

Do you hear what you're saying?

You're supposed to come up with a solution.

There is no solution. We have our memories.

Forever. - Just like with mom.

As if we think about her. All those great memories.

Be quiet. - Why don't we ever talk about mom?

Stop it. - As if she never existed.

You don't know what you're talking about. - Because you never talk about it.

You don't know.

Gus!

Gus.

Come on.

I want to show you something.

She liked sailing.

Of adventures. So did I.

But that day I stayed home, with you.

No one predicted that heavy storm. Lightning, rain...

That's how she sailed away.

She never returned.

Dad...

It just hurts so much, son.

Every time I think about her.

It's not your fault.

We weren't able to help mom.

But Dummie... We can save him.

But breaking into the museum...

You're always so grown up, so mature, so wise.

But I'm not a grown-up, dad. I'm a kid.

My friend's dying. You have to help me, dad.

You.

I don't want to lose anyone else.

I'll help you.

I'll help you.

Look at that.

I worked all night.

We're not stealing anything, we're just exchanging it.

And they won't notice. - Exactly.

I just have to paint it gold.

Mr. Crabble is coming for Dummie, but as soon as the paint's dry we're off.

Let's see... Somewhere over here... Yes, here it is.

I think he's here.

What? Is that Crabble?

Dad!

Are you OK?

Got it.

Now what? - What shall I say...

I used to like an adventure.

I'm sure we can do it. Right?

We'll do exactly what we agreed on.

OK?

OK.

Gus...

Gus...

It's very busy.

Too busy? - Don't know.

Maybe...

Maybe we should wait for a while.

Then we'll wait.

That's Dummie.

He used to be alone.

But not anymore.

Let's do it. - Now?

What are you doing? - Resuscitating.

Call the ambulance. - You call the ambulance.

The scarab's gone.

Ladies and gentlemen, don't panic!

We're missing an important item, so please leave the room on this side.

You'll be searched on the way out. Thank you.

They're coming, son.

I'm sure. Hold on. They'll be here soon.

Here, oxygen.

I'm OK.

Goodbye.

Here. Here it is.

How's that possible? - It really is there.

I've been walking back and forth. - This is Van Menten in room 4.

I found it.

Van Marle was looking with his eyes closed again. Over.

No, I wasn't. I looked there three times.

So I'm David Copperfïeld and made it appear by magic.

David Copperfïeld? Oh, that.

They let me go when I started breathing again.

Got it?

Whoa!

Gus, I'm giving you an A+ for burglary.

I'm too late.

He's dead.

But I'll never forget him, dad.

I'll never forget him.

Ouch.

Be careful, OK?

Dummie?

I'll never forget you either.

Ouch, ouch, ouch.

Tears hurt.

Ebbi! Ebbi! Ebbi!

Welcome to the party!

Gus...

Did you come to my house when I was ill?

Me?

No.

Why would I? - I just thought...

Never mind. Must have been a dream.

And Gus...

Thanks for the invitation.

Of course. Everyone's invited to a great party.