from The Merk o the Pharaoh


Jings! A cigar band! An the verra same as we fand i the Pharaoh’s tomb…It’s byordinar!

Crivvens, Tarrie, whit’ll we dae? We’re aw alane on a boobytrapt boat!

Puir sowl. He’s as daft as a yett on a windy day.

On the keevee, Tarrie! Dinna tyne the scent.

Sugarellie! He’s as radge as a gled-stung coo! Rin, Tarrie!


Ma maister! I’ll nivver see him again…

Nisbet an Nesbit:

Lovanentie! It’s the ticket inspector!
An we hinna got oor tickets naither!

Quick! He’ll no hae got faur!
Ay, an we’ll gie him whit for!

Professor Cameron Cartouche:

Mind, sic a grand discovery maun be keepit secret. Nae clishmaclaverin

Gin the papyrus is richt, the tomb o Pharaoh Kih-Oskh is richt here unner oor nebs!

Mr Scriven

It’s the revenge o the Britherhood. This arra is pizent wi radjgadji juice, a pizen that dings ye doitit.

Maharajah o Khlanjamfri

It gied me sic a fleg, that wanearthly soond!


Ya wee nyaff, stickin yer neb in whaur it’s no wantit!