For my Hammerhead series, I'm going to have a story with a picture. Note: later chapters are Adult

Drawing idea and story by me, picture drawn by  rubberskunktoo

"One ... Two ... Three ... Go!" Reginald ran across the dimly lit stone corridor. Every few feet there was an eye level slit in the wall, and arrows shot out of them as he ran by. He could hear them whizzing just slightly behind the back of his head as he hurried across. After he passed the last slit, he stopped to take a breather, but before his first sigh of relief, the walls quickly closed in on him to squash him flat, so he hurried again and didn't stop until he heard them slam together centimeters from his tail. "Oooh, a trap right after another trap, that's rather novel," he said as he brushed himself off in a congratulatory manner. "I'll have to tell the boys that one at our next meeting."
Reginald Pennyworth The Fourth, Esq. was deep inside the Central American Piku-Piku pyramid. He was here because being fabulously gets boring after a while, so he studied at Highbrow U and got his degree in exploratory archaeology which certified him to explore exotic locates like this to retrieve fabulous ancient artifacts. He even had a grand trophy room in his main mansion to display his best acquisitions, while the lesser ones or ones that didn't match the decor were donated to the local museum. The members of Her Majesty's Royal Society of Exploratory Archaeologists had their bimonthly meeting a member's residence, usually someone who had just got a new treasure and yarn to share while goblets of expensive wine and cigars were passed around. It was a jolly good time, especially the next one because he was going to host it.
Getting bejeweled crowns and swords, chests full of gold coins and an exciting tale to tell was quite satisfactory and all. but he really did all this for the danger and excitement. He even minored in Boobytrapology because most of the exploring he did involved outrunning rolling rocks, swinging over alligator filled pits, solving dangerous puzzles, and overcoming other deadly and breathtaking obstacles.
He carefully peered into the next room. On the wall it had the giant words "go back" on them. He'd have to check later in a university tome to see what those words and a few other cryptic messages like "leave now" meant in the ancient Palean tongue. Maybe they were warnings or something. The room was otherwise devoid of anything except in the center, there was something purple on a stone pedestal. "Darn," he wished there were at least a few more dangers.
When he slowly slid his feet across as to detect any pressure plates, he saw that his final prize looked like a large, folded purplish blanket with an anchor on it. "Strange, the ocean is a couple hundred miles away, and why is it that odd shade of purple?" He looked up at the ceiling and found no dangers up there. He slowly extended his hand and touched the thing. It seemed to quiver for a bit. Reginald jerked back his hand and looked around, expecting some kind of grand crescendo of trapdom, like the whole pyramid collapsing. He waited a few seconds then boldly touched it again. Nothing. He poked at it a few times more. Drat, the collapsing part and he making it out just in time would have been a great ending to his future tale.
"Well I was hoping you'd be a sword or a crown, but you're better than nothing, you ... blanket." He sighed, then carefully put his hands between the folds. For an ancient piece of cloth, it didn't seem fragile at all, in fact quite the opposite: it felt leathery. He tried to think of why an ancient culture would have such a thing, but couldn't think of one. Maybe if he had spent less time daydreaming of rousing adventures in his Ancient Civilizations classes, he would know. And then, when he tried to pull the thing off, it didn't budge. He surmised the thing must have weighed at least a couple hundred, no three or four hundred pounds! "Intriguing! Maybe I will keep you, but let's get you out of here" Fabulous is best, but strange, mysterious, unique, and even weird are pretty good too when it comes to treasures.
"But first, Mr. Blanket, let's maybe clear things up and see all of you." He always treated his artifacts like they were real and breathing entities, like they were his adult children who were successful and had a story behind them. Some were male, some were female. This one was definitely a male. And this one had a mysterious past, a dark secret or two, and definitely some sort of tribulation. "I've got to know!"