Looks like it belongs in a museum... "Is this the museum?" Indy asks the tall man. But Billy keeps walking and looking forward, not even acknowledging Dr. Jones.
"Excuse me, is this the museum?" Indy asks again, but again there is no reply. He begins to have a bad feeling about this. Glancing around, he cautiously reaches for his revolver, expecting something bad to happen quickly.
"Hey!" says Donald, tapping Billy on the shoulder, "where the devil are you taking us?"
"My apologies," says Billy, "I'm a little hard of hearing in that ear. Came with the busted leg."
Indy breathes a sigh of relief. "No biggy," he says. "It's just that the last time I was in this country, I was put in a trance and enslaved by an evil cult of bloodthirsty Kali worshippers who afterwards tried to shoot me, drown me, rip my heart out and feed me to crocodiles. Is this the museum?"
"I'm afraid not," said Billy, as they went through the doors. "The museum will have to wait. We desperately need your help."