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  • Here the costumes are less overt. Just hats.

    On the left: My brother as Indiana Jones, but sometimes he takes a turn playing Indiana's father.
    In the Middle: Our friend Justin as Jones Sr. (Personally, I thought he was a little better at being Indiana Jones.)
    On the Right: The female love interest. There is pretty much only one role for you to play if you are born girl.

    Not that I didn't try to snatch Indiana's hat off of his head and grab the whip. I never succeeded in getting away to the jungle with those items being six years younger then the others.

    I also tried to play the second-best character of Indiana Jones's father. Whoever played him got to take an umbrella from the closet and open and close it rapidly to shake away a flock of attacking seagulls. Which was pretty cool actually, you'd get to cry out like a flustered old gentleman.

    Nope. "Anja, you play the girl."

    Okay. In the movies the girl gets to sometimes be a nazi spy, sometimes get rescued and always makes out with Indiana Jones.

    All players agreed: I'm not making out with you. Yuck!

    So I'd crouch behind the bookshelf waiting to be rescued. I'd watch Mr. Jones Sr. do his umbrella thing, Indiana do his hat grab narrowly escaping the closing doors of the Temple of Doom... wait and wait. Yawn, yawn... Fighting, yelling... yawn...
    All of a sudden some damp arm would clamp around my torso and lift me into the air. The elastic chin strap on my hat would stretch and snap at the bottom of my chin, stinging me and I would scream.

    Finally, I would get to scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Help me!

    "I'LL SAVE YOU!"

    After that I would get to spend the remainder of the afternoon watching them play Indiana Jones themed nintendo games. I wasn't allowed to play then, I was too terrible at the hand-eye coordination.

    So I would root for Indy.

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