(Hey, guys...ROFL!! That's so CUTE!!! I don't think even Big Tusky can move that well on a good day.
On with the story...)
The huge gong in the main hall sounded and echoed throughout the Palace. "The Queen has been abducted! The Queen has been abducted!!" The Pharaoh's Chief Advisor cried, running up to them.
"We *know*!!" Et Flavius threw up his arms in exasperation.
"We're just trying to figure out what to do about it," Jayhawk added.
Incon suddenly had an idea. "Does anybody have anything the Queen has worn recently?"
Jayhawk looked down and realised he was still holding the Queen's silk scarf. "It must have come off while we were dancing," he said, handing it to Incon.
"Thanks," she said, took the scarf to Tusky, and patted his trunk, encouraging him to get a good whiff. "C'mon, fella...get the scent...that's a good boy...now - SEEK!"
Tusky snuffled at the scarf, looked left, looked right, looked left again, then grabbed Incon and popped her on his back and took off at a surprising pace.
"Everybody - follow us! He's got the scent!" Incon's retreating figure called back to them.
"What a talented animal!" Tutankhamun sighed.
"Yes - and she's not a bad provincial governor, either," Et nodded.
"He meant Tusk-- oh, never mind!" mouse tapped her foot impatiently. "Let's hurry before they get too far ahead!"
Jayhawk spread his wings and prepared to take flight.
"Guards!" Tut cried to the quickly massed troop. "FOLLOW THAT ELEPHANT!!"