[ WP ] A boy with a plastic shovel goes digging for dinosaur bones , instead , he unearths an ancient evil . What happens ?

Adventurer Indiana Jones was hard at work! He liked sand, he liked mud, he liked his yellow construction trucks ( and blue striped shovel ). He did n't like bedtimes though. Nuh-uh, they just stopped the Progress of Discovery. 
 
 `` Timothy!!'' 
 
 Oh no, it was the Matriarch yelling. She was bad. She called him Timothy when she was mad. She also stopped the Progress of Discovery. Stopped him and daddy from watching the latest Indiana Jones because A Growing Child Needs Their Sleep. 
 
 Adventurer Indiana Jones ( aka Timmy/Timothy ) kept digging with his blue striped shovel. 
 
 Sand. 
 
 Sand. 
 
 Sand. 
 
 *Thunk! * 
 
 There was a black book with a skull on it. Young Indiana Jones had prevailed over the gritty cheap sand of the sandbox and the weird smelling clumpy sand that his trusted side-kick Short Round ( The Cat ) left behind. 
 
 `` Timothy, get in here! Why is my kitchen filled with sand?!'' 
 
 It seemed she had discovered the Desert of Al-Shagul, desert of the dessert. 
 
 Timmy was scared. But Adventurer Indiana Jones was n't because he could not stop the Progress of Discovery. So he ignored the Matriarch's unholy cries and picked up the black book with a skull on it that stank of Pure Evil. 
 
 Wow, this stinks like Pure Evil. Timmy thought. Even though he really did n't know what that smelled like having not actually been formally trained in the Seven Stepped Paths of the Undead God. Doom resonated through his body when he unlatched the lock that kept the book closed. A vortex began in the sky, clouds swirling above him, all centred towards the Black Book. Everything screamed that what Timmy was doing was going to be a Bad Idea. 
 
 But Timmy did not become Adventurer Indiana Jones by staying far from Bad Ideas. He did not become his mother's despair after breaking his arm from `` Flying off the Roof'' and getting lost for a day from `` Exploring'' by staying far from Bad Ideas. 
 
 So Timmy, or more professionally known as Adventurer Indiana Jones, fully unlatched the book. Eons ago, monks had bound the book shut with spells and magicks that would inform whoever found the book next that it would be an extremely Bad Idea to open the book. But those monks could not have foreseen Timmy. 
 
 At once, a great and powerful evil of destruction and malice erupted from the pages, screaming upwards towards the vortex before flying down and shooting across Elms Street. Timmy stared after it. All the Indiana Jones movies in the world were explaining to him that what he did was probably a Very Bad Thing. 
 
 `` Timmy, I will not ask you again! Explain to me why is my kitchen covered in sand?!'' 
 
 Oh no. Timmy did not like to explain things to the Matriarch. They often resulted in him getting a Time Out. 
 
 He picked up his toy shovel again. There was n't enough time to make a choice. Once the Matriarch demanded and explanation, she would be out here in no time at all, ready to drag Timmy to the Time Out Spot by his ears. Clearly however, this could not be allowed to happen because Adventurer Indiana Jones had a duty to do now that he had released a great and ancient evil into the world. 
 
 Choosing to face the lesser of two evils, Adventurer Indiana Jones left the Matriarch's screaming voice behind and walked down Elms Street with his blue striped shovel, ready to save the world.
