Zebra: I just e-mailed you,but forgot to sign it! my 1st name is eric and I go to umb.
Now here is the first murder.
Zebra was studying in the study. He was a very studious Zebra. He was studying some artwork to see if it was faked. When suddenly, a cat jumped out and startled the studying Zebra. That wasn’t his cat and that startled the startled Zebra even more. Suddenly everyone else in the house heard a noise that could only be described as a Zebra being murdered. But when they reached the study all they found of the studious Zebra was some ladies undergarments of questionable taste.
I’m in the foyer admiring the sculpture.
I hereby accuse WomanofScorn.
Nope, not WomanofScorn.
I’m on the balcony.
<-----(see?)
Where is NoClueBoy?
On the other balcony, of course. Howe very conveeenient of him…
I’m floating around the living room with a drink and munching on some canapés I found in the living room.
Errrr… these are canapés, right?
The second murder.
Cadolphin was looking at all the roses. What she was doing outside on a dark and stormy night only she could answer. There were so many varieties she could not choose which her favorites were. Suddenly Cadolphin heard someone say ‘Shouldn’t you be in the water?’ “YOU?!?!” But before she could say any thing else the killer grabbed her and started dragging her towards the reflecting pool. She grabbed at some Moonstones and some Veteran’s Honors, which looked much darker in the moonlight. Suddenly she was thrown bodily into the water. Her clothes clung tightly to her body. She was about to say the name of her murder when the killer threw something on her. “Ahhhhhh!” Cadolphin cried! “Not an old tuna net!” She struggled futilely but she soon drowned in the shallow pool. She lie there face down wondering if anyone could figure out who her killer was.
Hello- I am in the foyer flipping threw the mail in this basket. Bills, bills, overdue cable bill…Publishers Clearing House. You may have won…hmmm. Interesting pattern on the rug, leaping lutefisk and white crested waves.
email is Nvme_707@excite.com
Overnight the killer has struck again.
WomanofScorn emerged from under the bed. Frustrated in that there was not midget porn she decided to watch television. She was pleased to find a snack bar in the TV room and grabbed some nuts (cashews) and some wine (red) and settled into a huge recliner with the remote. There wasn’t much on the 5000 channels. She did watch a Rock Hudson movie for a bit. NoClueBoy walked through the room, took a look at the movie and declared how he detested Rock Hudson films of the late sixties and left. She flipped through the 4999 other channels to demonstrate that there was nothing else on but NoClueBoy left at about channel 3227. While WomanofScorn was distracted by [B}NoClueBoy** the Killer switched her snacks. She then reached down and grabbed a handful of what she thought were broken cashews but she soon realized that she had thrown a large quantity of PopRocks in her mouth. She grabbed her wine to wash it down and it wasn’t until she swallowed that she realized that it was coke. She felt the fatal pressure building in her stomach and then the Killer stepped out from behind a tapestry and pointed and laughed at her. It really was quite comical. If you have ever seen a cartoon character swallow dynamite you would get the idea. Suddenly WomanofScorn swelled up like a balloon into a perfectly round shape. When she deflated a cartoon semi-transparent WomanofScorn floated upwards. On her way up she the spirit of WomanofScorn flipped back to the Rock Hudson movie. Then after she disappeared through the ceiling there was a loud crack of thunder and suddenly the spirit of WomanofScorn came back through the ceiling and went through the floor at a very high rate of speed.
I accuse Mullinator
I’m in the study, in flagrante delicto with the candlestick and Professor Plum.
I pull out a cleaver, and accuse Grasshopper.
Not Grasshopper and not Mulli. (not Scolder either)
Are you guys looking for clues?
Another Murder most foul.
Mullinator was in the garage listening to some jazz.
When he thought he heard a strange noise.
“That was couldn’t have been very fab.”
He thought, as he became curious and curiouser.
“Humbug” he said “Baa!”
Then in the dark garage came a sound not like Heidi.
Something was moving amongst the bins.
Who’s there? He asked, or was it just a thought.
He looked back to his project on the bench.
Where could that drill bit be?
Again he heard something behind his back.
Again it did not sound like Heidi.
He turned and looked and towards him rolled a ball.
Maybe he should turn on the light in the hall.
But he chose not to, a fatal mistake.
Perhaps he should have gone to a bar.
“End of the line.” The killer said as he drove the pruning shears into Mullinator’s back.
Mullinator’s body collapsed to the floor and lie very still.
I point the bloodstained slipper of accusation at Scuba_Ben
It’s not Scuba _Ben.
There are clues in each ‘murder’ post.
Look carefully.
J’accuse Kat
Nope, not [BKat**.