>After tea, the mummy made her way back to the museum, where she found the curator in a singularly foul mood. "Back in the sarcophagus you go, young lady!" But Nefer-Amunkari had other plans, and with a dusty, wheezing laugh, she made off with the rest of the exhibit. "Wait, stop! Thief!" the curator shouted after her, but what could be done, when it was the mummy's own liver and lungs and stomach in those canopic jars?