You're an ordinary student from Polderdam. You're like every other kid in your class, normal, simple, boring. But in your imagination, you're a hero, a celebrity, a kid who's been to the north pole by submarine! But it's all just creativity, it's all just in your head. Back to life in Polderdam, you don't mind your classmates, only hating a few girls in your class and your teacher, Ms. Frick, but everyone hates her. Anyways, your school's hosting a competition about.. Egypt! In a months time, your class has to learn Egyptian and about Egypt and then the winner gets crowned. Now, back to current times, you're at the dinner table with your parent. Your Mother is an artist.. well more of a failed artist, but that's fine. Everytime he tries to swear she invents a new phrase, like Ugly Cottypot! She's really fun. You two live together in your little shack, only you two, a bit of money that your mother inherited and a garage that gets used as an art studio. It's a quiet, nice life, but she worries that you don't hang out or talk to the other kids in your class enough. You don't really care, you've got her and your imagination.

Back to dinner, you're at the table, eating broccoli and macaroni. Your Mother makes broccoli a lot because its rich in vitamins

"The clouds are having and argument outside.." You say, still eating. "Bil hennah il shiffa." "Bill hannah what now?" Your Mother answers. "Bil hennah il shiffa, it's Egyptian for Enjoy your food, we learned it for the Egypt competition, the one I told you about, remember?" "Oh yeah.. but what about maths?" "We're still doing maths of course, but Mr. Scribble is very fixated on the competition. He decorated the whole classroom just for it, with those masks and everything"

After that, you two finished, you cleared the table while your Mother goes to their studio to clean their brushes. After doing that, you head upstairs to your bedroom, that's where you saw him.

You started to smell something horrid, like a mouse that died in your attic bedroom. Deciding to tell your Mother later, you grab a book and open your duvet. You jump, and back up, there's something in your bed! Or more like someone? It's a Mummy! A real Mummy! But then.. you realised it must've been one of your mothers pranks getting you back for that alien stunt you did to prank her.. right as you were about to put it away, it made a groaning noise. Blasted, it's real! You stumble backwards and head out your room, closing your door, only leaving enough space to see what it's doing. You see the Mummy stand up.. it obviously hasn't noticed you. It heads over to your desk and picks up one of your pens, holding it up to its head, then dropping it, doing the same with your books too. It grabs your radio, accidentally turning it on, it makes a static noise, causing the mummy to shriek up, now hiding under your bed, from the radio. Now, you have the choice, befriend the mummy or tell your mother?