Stephen Banning has grown older and hopefully wiser and now in the safety of his own living room in America, he begins recounting the tale of their ghastly encounter with the murdering Egyptian Mummy Kharis. The next 12 minutes or so of this 60 minute film are bits from The Mummy's Hand incorporated as part of Dr. Banning's recollections. However, unknown to Banning, the evil foreign High Priest hadn't died after all and still harbours the decrepit Mummy - and he also happens to have a stash of tanaa leaves - 3 to keep Kharis alive and 9 to motivate him to carry out revenge. The wrinkled old priest passes on his knowledge and secrets to a sinister disciple (also a foreigner) who vows to carry out revenge in the name of Ananka.

A flurry of murders follow….Banning is finally paid back for his desecration of the tomb all those years ago and Mrs. Banning, his mother, is also strangled by the marauding Mummy. The dog handler too is given a bit of a scare - soon the town is crawling with baffled crime specialists, yet the Mummy remains rampant. Once again the High priest loses his resolve and falls madly in lust with the blonde bombshell who is about to wed Banning's son - Kharis is thoroughly disapproving, but obeys orders reluctantly nonetheless, kidnapping the beauty from her beauty sleep. Will the blonde be turned into the reincarnation of Ananka or will Banning Jr. save the day? All will be revealed in a suitably dull climax to a particularly dull effort.

This second sequel to The Mummy already shows that the scriptwriters were totally bereft of ideas and are already flogging a dead horse with the identical story line presented with a different set of faces. This effort has nothing new to offer at all and leans on material from the previous Mummy film as well as a climax that appears to be borrowed from Frankenstein. Clearly the Mummy genre was already stale by this second sequel (more like remake) even if Universal's earnest milking of the franchise had only just begun.