Khufu was promised eternal rest. Instead, he gets Queen Cleo, a gang of grabby minions, and an empty gem stash. So he does what any greedily wronged mummy would do, he un-wraps, shakes off the dust, and starts the hunt. No polite requests. No “maybe you could return those?”. Just a single-minded, sand-scorched mission to snatch back what’s his, even if it means sprinting after Ra like the sun owes him money.