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The portal from her home world closes behind them as they set foot onto a hard, green surface.
With raised bumps.
All around them, built out of interlocking, huge plastic blocks, are office buildings, skyscrapers, light poles, and restaurants. Cars built out of the same blocks rumble by, their plastic people waving stiffly to each other as they pass. Even the greenery is made out of plastic, everything carefully created.
As the two stand on the sidewalk, cars travelling in opposite directions collide, shattering into their individual blocks. The occupants of the vehicles, one redhaired plastic man with a mustache and a one cowboy, shake their heads, then shake hands, and begin to rebuild their cars together. It was a very peaceful meeting, really, and the two plastic people laugh as they remake the cars.
Moon turns to Indy and grabs his hand. "We should help them!" she declares.
She has brought Indiana Jones to Legoland.
With raised bumps.
All around them, built out of interlocking, huge plastic blocks, are office buildings, skyscrapers, light poles, and restaurants. Cars built out of the same blocks rumble by, their plastic people waving stiffly to each other as they pass. Even the greenery is made out of plastic, everything carefully created.
As the two stand on the sidewalk, cars travelling in opposite directions collide, shattering into their individual blocks. The occupants of the vehicles, one redhaired plastic man with a mustache and a one cowboy, shake their heads, then shake hands, and begin to rebuild their cars together. It was a very peaceful meeting, really, and the two plastic people laugh as they remake the cars.
Moon turns to Indy and grabs his hand. "We should help them!" she declares.
She has brought Indiana Jones to Legoland.
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He glances uneasily between the rapidly closing infantry and Moon's efforts to call up an exit. It doesn't look good. The soldiers are running now, and arrows have started to rain down.
"C'mon! Move it!"
Perhaps the oddest aspect of this scene is the fact that the knights, who are simply reacting to what has been deemed as an attack on their castle, are all smiling brightly, even as they prepare to put the human tourists to death.
Indy's had enough of it all. The arrow that jabs into his butt is the final straw. With a grunt, he stoops and picks up the decapitated head of a train crash passenger (a blonde construction worker). He takes two steps of run up, then powerfully bowls the head across the bumpy terrain, aiming for the lead infantry men.
The resulting skittle effect is pretty comical. Soldiers tumble left and right, and others in the force start tripping over in the chaos.
"Steeeee-rike!" Indy hollers triumphantly.
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"You know what? Next time, you can call the portal under duress!" she calls back to him with a giggle. The giggle is cut short as an arrow pings her in the backside, and she rubs her sore bum. "I'll never be able to come back here," she grumbles cutely. She looks over her shoulder. "You coming?" Moon gives him one of her bright smiles, and then ducks into the portal, expecting him to follow her.
Anywhere was better than here at the moment.
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Before leaping through the portal, he spares the disorderly troops one last look, and cheekily tips his hat at them.
"So long!"