“You guys, you guys!” the shortest mouse yelled to his friends.
“What is it Jacob?” Tommi asked, trying to meditate in their day off from school. Unlike most animals, they had school in summer and that was it.
“I just borrowed this new book from the library!” Jacob overreacted.
“I bet it has a cute boy in it, just like you!” Veerle said sweetly, giggling.
“Or a short one,” Rosemarie snickered.
“Oh, no!” he smiled. “It has murder, suspense, robbery and blackmail!” he objected. All the mice got off or the playground equipment. They loved to hear about such stuff.
“What is it called?”James asked politely.
“Clue! It’s a mystery book!” Jacob replied. “Anyone wanna hear it?” Everyone cheered ‘yes’, except Bryn.
“I bet you can’t even read,” he said rudely.
“Of course he can read!” Susan said. “Go ahead Jacob.”
“Yeah. I know he can do it,” Kaye smiled and looked into his eyes.
“Alright. Here it goes.”
It was dark and stormy on the night six guests showed up at Mr. Mistofflees Body’s Mansion. Each of them were after Mr.Body’s riches and mansion. Then there was something more. Mistoffelees had something the guests wanted more than anything. And they would get it—over anyone’s dead body.
The first guest to show was Mr. Pouncival Green. He was a small, greedy cat. He was dressed ears to tail in shades of green, with a fine leather belt and shiny shoes. They were all a bit to big and baggy for him.
The second guest was the polite and proper Mrs. Cassandra Peacock. She was very sweet and generous—to herself. Even in several of her criminal cases she was polite. She was dressed in a long blue dress, with a white hankercheif tuck in the front, and small heels.
The third to arrive was ever so forgetful Proffesor Tumblebrutus Plum. He was tall and thin and looked very nice in his strict purple suit and polka-dot tie. He wasn’t wearing any shoes due to his forgetfulness, but he did remember his thin-rimmed black glasses, and his pipe.
The fourth was Mrs. Exotica White. She was the rudest mistress you ever saw. She was a maid for a short time, and then fired. She had always been greedy and plotting. She was in a long white dress, flowing across the floor. Her face was tan but pale, and she looked almost ghostly.
Fifth to enter was Colonel Alonzo Mustard. He was a thin, muscualr cat who had lead many armies to battle. He was in a yellow battle suit. He had a “dueling” problem. He was strong and very tricky.
The last, but certainly not least dangerous, Ms. Bombalurina Scarlet. She was sexily seductive, which got her away with a lot. But not murder. She wore a long blood red dress that dragged. She had tiny red high heels and long cherry fingernails.
Mistoffelees introduced all the guests to each other. They all smirked at each other in definite digust, but of what, no one knew. Misto shrugged it off. “Now you must meet my sweet and tender maids, Miss Travisina Gray, and Ms. Matropolis Jean.” They walked out glumly.
“Not more rich preps,” Travisina whispered to the second maid.
“How poorly dressed they are!” Bombalurina noted.
“And how rude to whisper!” Cassandra hissed.
“How…” Tumblebrutus thought, but he couldn’t remember his rude wisecrack, so her didn’t finish.
“Travisina will be your maid,” Misto began.
“How can she possible clean anything? She can’t clean herself!” Alonzo whispered to Pouncival.
“And Matropolis will be your chef.”
“I’m not eating her outrageous food,” Exotica sneered.
“I think their pretty cute,” Pouncival commented. The maids smiled sweetly when they saw Misto glare at them evilly, then grumbled as they walked to the kitchen.
“Now!” Misto exclaimed. “Since we’re here for fun, why don’t we talk about a prized possession of ours. Mr. Green, why don’t you start?”
Pouncival Green looked around. He didn’t want anyone stalking his riches, so he had to think of some thing else. “My dog…Clifford,” he finished, reading the name of a dog on a magazine cover.
“Oh, I just love dogs!” Misto exclaimed.
“That’s not normal, Rover,” Extoica said.
“You’re barking up the wrong tree, Body,” Alonzo sneered.
“Now, Peacock! You go,” Misto ordered.
Peacock too, didn’t know what to say. She gripped something cold and metal bahind her back. “My wardrobe.”
“I’m disgusted,” Mustard wrapped something around paw in back of himself.
“Mustard, you next.”
“Well…my ex-army,” Mustard answered. He pulled tighter on his weapon.
“I like my beauty so true!” Bombalurina Scarlet exclaimed.
“Where’d you hide it?” White snickered as she fingered a tool in her bag.
“Hide what?” Scarlet picked up a molded metal object from her bag.
“Your ‘beauty’!” White snarled.
“Girls, girls!” Misto calmed them. “White, you next.”
“My pure gold vase,” she said, trying to make all the other guests jealous. It worked.
“I’d like that in my paws,” Pouncival Green said slyly, touching something wooden on one end and not on the other end.
“Me too,” Tumblebrutus agreed, playing aorund with the another object. He stroked it.
“Plum?” Misto asked.
“What?” Tumble asked back.
“Answer the question.”
“What question?”
“The question I asked everyone else.”
“What was that?”
“What’s your most prized possession?”
“I forgot.”
“Proffessor Plum!” Mistofflees Body hissed. Plum grabbed his weapon tighter. “Travisina!” Travisina came running into the room. “Show the guests to their room.”
“This way,” she mumbled to the guests. Each of them settled in their room. Then they walked back out to the living room, where Matropolis was serving cheese, pepperoni and crackers. The guests gobbled down the snacks. Body came out with a small statue of a dog. All the guest stretched forward. Then they saw the statue was 100% gold. They all rubbed their paws together greedily.
“Hot dog!” Green exclaimed.
“That’s a barker!” Scarlet said.
“That’s the only kind of dog I like,” White added.
“He’s my new prized possession,” Body explained. “He worth a whole lot of doe. But I’m going to keep him locked up in a safe just in case. But I know none of you would steal him.”
“Certainly not sir,” Mustard lied.
“That wouldn’t be too polite,” Peacock added.
“That would be wrong,” Green finished the conversation.
“I’d like to see you all tonight for dinner down here. Understood?”
They all nodded but didn’t plan to go to the dining room. They planned to get that Canine caboodle. Each of the guests got their weapons ready and headed out into the dark rooms. Mr. Body was catnapping.
The guest with a rope slipped into the Dining Room like he was supposed to, then bumped into a Tom. The Tom stabbed at his coat with a sharp object and the one with the rope skittered away.
One lady bumped into a another lady in the hall. “Sorry,” she muttered.
“Sorry doesn’t cut it!” The the lady she bumped into said. She banged whoever it was on the head and ran to Dining Room. Here she slammed into the first man with a sharp object. He ran out.
Meanwhile, whoever had the wrench was slamming at the safe which was in a cabinet. The cat with the pipe slammed him in the head and knocked him out cold. He started slamming at the safe. He took the wrench from his victim and slammed with both. Then she put down the weapons and ran out of the room to get something from room, but was knocked out in the billiard room by someone with a pipe and revolver. The cat broke the safe open and grabbed the dog when a knife flew at her. with the knife he grabbed the statue but was strangled by the cat with the rope.
The roper had the statue when the cat was hit by something cold, metall and big. The cat with the ending weapon got the statue when the lights went on and Mr.Body appeared up his room. “What’s going on?”
Who stole the statue, with what weapon, in what room?
Suspects
Prof. Tumblebrutus Plum
Ms. Bombalurina Scarlet
Mr. Pouncival Green
Mrs. Exotica White
Col. Alonzo Mustard
Mrs. Cassandra White
Weapons
Knife
Revolver
Pipe
Rope
Wrench
Candlestick holder
Rooms
Dining Room
Kitchen
Hall
Billiard Room
Study
Library
Ballroom
Lounge
Conservatory
Prolugue: It was Ms. Bombalurina Scarlet, with the candlestick, in the hall. When Mr.Body discovered it was her she had to clean the mansion top to bottom. Boy , was Travisina happy!
“That was a great book!” Jo exclaimed.
“Yeah. I like the part where the cat got strangled!” Karl said.
“I liked Ms. Scarlet,” Jason said dreamily.
Meanwhile, Pouncival, Traivsina and Matropolis were listening behind a garbage can. “Matty, where’d you get that book? Those names sond so familiar,” Travie noted suspiciously.
“I didn’t.”
“What do you mean, you didn’t?” Pouncival asked.
“I wrote it.” She smiled and she and her friends when down to the Tailz Bar for some fun.
