Uncle Scrooge received a map by special delivery from Professor Drake Von Wallduck, just before the professor disappeared into the jungle. Rounding up Uncle Donald and his three nephews, Huey, Dewey and Louie, they headed for the Yucatan. Armed with the map and the Junior Woodchuck Guide, the ducks hacked their way into the most remote jungle. When confusion and despair reached it’s peak of misery, the lost temple was found. There on the great shrine, surrounded with curious glyphs, is the Mayan god Uxamal with the fist sized ruby glittering as it’s all knowing eye. Uncle Scrooge promptly pries this out with his machete, where upon all manner of booby traps, poison darts, and manifestations of Uxamals wrath befall them. Careful interpretation of the Junior Woodchuck Guide enables them to escape with the ruby, save the professor, and provide material for the Nephews glyph interpretation paper at the yearly Junior Woodchucks Jamboree.
This story has burned a neural pathway in my brain that I cannot escape. I live now only, to pluck the giant ruby, to live this story. To be a three fingered Carl Barks drawing. This is my quest. This is what I will do.