"There is a slight delay," I said.
"We wanted to make a motorcade but life did not give us motorcs," AK vouchsafed.
Tea-Thing troubles"A few teething troubles," I explained. "We decided to be more inclusive with the casting..." added AK.
"Yes?" prompted tigris, drumming her fingers impatiently on her clipboard.
"...So we took the Riddled time machine back to New Kingdom Egypt and talked the Pharaoh of the time into a guest appearance in some of the scenes."
"That would explain the expense claim -- listed under Persuasion and Shifty Business -- for 'Shiny new coat of paint for crappy old chariot'," tigris surmised, consulting her notes.
"And then there was the tragic accident on the set."
Right: Trojan Horse, unclear on concept
Tigris progressed to double-bassing her toes. "I said the Auto-da-Fe [above, left] was a bad idea."
"No, no, it was the Kirby Carby, which turns out to be hard to stop in a hurry."
"Would this 'tragic accident' be in any way connected to the vogue among bloggers and churnalists and hard-up-for-publicity researchers for playing CSI-Ancient Egypt with the death of Tutankhamun?" tigris surmised. "The endless re-hashing of X-rays and autopsies?"
AK sniggered. "The mortuary priests did tell us that they'd have their work cut out, which was strangely prescient. They were not well-pleased about the state of the body."
"We have taken the precaution of bruiting other explanations about," I said reassuringly. "Harer's 'Died-of-a-surfeit-of-hippopotamus' theory is enjoying currency."
"Then there is the Curse of the Pharaohs..." AK pointed out.
"...which warns that anyone whose tomb is disturbed by Howard Carter and Earl Carnarvon is doomed to have died prematurely."