"Don't worry, colonel," said Dangermouse, "we're on our way." And seconds later he and Penfold were speeding towards Africa.
"Unless I'm very much mistaken, and I very seldom am," explained Dangermouse, "those pyramids can only have come from the Sahara Desert. And all that sand would have left a very big hole."
Penfold listened uncomfortably. It was so hot he was wishing he hadn't come and wondering when they would go home.
"It's hot enough to fry an egg on the bonnet!" said Dangermouse.
"But I'm not hungry, D.M.," said Penfold miserably, "and I can't see if there's any sand missing or not."
"Just keep looking," said Dangermouse. "I thought you were called Penfold, not Blindfold!"

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