Hey hey hey everyone! Merry Christmas!

Thank you all for sticking with me this year, and I love all teh reviews and comments you all have made! Out of all, what, seven(?) stories I have made/worked on, I have only ever recieved one comment that wasn't positive-and it wasn't very negative! It's amazing how many people like ships that are as obscure as the ones I write about.

And as your Christmas gift, I have published all the remaining chapters of As Good as Green, so you can finish reading this amazing fanfic based off of the Clue! Movie.

I'm thinking of also updating A Strange Shepard with a new chapter, as well as posting up a new oneshot based on a recently-released movie I loved!

So, read, review, and as always...

Enjoy!

~Goldie

"Three murders." Wadsworth declares.

"…six altogether." I add miserably.

We are all silent, not knowing how to speak. What does one even say in a situation like this? Finally, Wadsworth solemnly closes the door on the scene, muttering softly. "This is getting serious." I stand with the other guests, watching the butler move to the frame of the fallen chandelier, eying it suspiciously. He looks at me briefly, swallowing, then to the rest of the high-class guests.

"No gun. Yvette dropped it here…" he breathes in apprehensively, and clasps his hands together. "Very well. I know who did it."

Did he really? I'm in awe that he could figure something that mind boggling out. Pinning six murders on one of six suspects? He should be in a better role than a mere butler. I give him a slight smile, which he, bashfully, returns.

"And furthermore," he goes on, more confident than before, "I'm going to tell you how it was all done. Follow me." Wadsworth holds his hands behind him, walking away from us. Everyone follows, and I catch up to him, whispering "You see pretty confident. Are you certain about this?"

"I assure you, Green," he looks over, giving me a very smug and very delicious look, "There is no chance I am wrong." I feel my cheeks burn, and grow silent. Once more, I look over at the suit-clad man, and with my own little smirk I purr "Sounds like later tonight I'm going to have to take you down a few pegs~"

He trips, catching himself before making a spectacle, then clearing his throat. Arriving at the study, he mutters something along the lines of "…keep that promise…" before stopping to turn to the guests who have gathered.

"In order to help you understand what happened, I shall need to take you through the events of the evening step by step." He pauses, waiting for everyone to catch up with what he was saying, and continues, "At the start of the evening, Yvette was here by herself, waiting to offer you all a glass of champagne. I was in the hall." Wadsworth begins to walk into the hall, stopping for a second to clarify.

"I know that because I was there. Then I hurried across to the kitchen."

He begins to jog towards the kitchen, and the rest of us run after him. Reaching the kitchen, the butler declares "The cook was in here alive, sharpening knives, preparing for dinner, and then…" Wadsworth darts out of the kitchen, nearly running into me. We all follow, careful to not trip. Wadsworth shouts behind his shoulder, stopping at the front door. "The doorbell rang, and it was you!" He points to Mustard, who is holding his side. The Colonel nods, "Yes."

"I asked you for your coat, and I recognized you as Colonel Mustard, and I prevented you from telling your real name because I don't want any of you to use any name other than your pseudonym, and I introduced myself to you as the butler, and then I ran across the hall to the library!" He does just that, and the rest of us stand where we are in the hall, wondering how he could have so much energy. When we finally make it to the library doorway, Wadsworth continues.
"And then Yvette met you and smiled." He gives us a cute smile just as Yvette probably had. "She poured you a drink. Then…!" He runs out of the room, standing by the front door yet again. The rest of us watch him from the library doorway. He takes a breath.

"It was Mrs. White, looking pale and tragic. I took her coat, and I hung it up!" Running towards us, he stops short of running into Ms. Scarlet and Professor Plum. "I introduced her to Colonel Mustard." He nods twice, saying 'hello' each time to mimic the encounter. He stops, beginning to walk over to Mrs. White and speaking slowly.

"I noticed that Mrs. White and Yvette flinched."

Mrs. White is paler than normal, looking anywhere but towards the accusation.

"Then," the butler presses on, "There was a rumble of thunder and a crash of lightning. And, to make a long story short-"

"Too late." The guests sigh.

"-one by one you all arrived. Then the gong was struck by the cook," Wadsworth runs into the hall by a fancy bronze gong, and rings it.

"And we all went into the dining room!" We all keep up with him this time around when he runs, arriving at the dining room.

"Mrs. Peacock sat there," he starts to gesture to some seats around the dining table, "And Professor Plum sat there, and Mrs. White sat there, and Mr. Green, Ms. Scarlet, Colonel Mustard… this chair," he clutches the backboard of the chair at the head of the table. "Was vacant…anyway, we all revealed we had received a letter. You had a letter, and you had a letter, and you had a letter, and-"

"Get on with it!"

"The point is…blackmail!"

I butt in, "But all this came out after dinner in the study!"

Wadsworth's eyes widen with a "You're right!" and runs to the study. We join him, and he begins to point around the room. "Mr. Green sat here. And Mrs. Peacock sat here, and Ms. Scarlet here, and Professor Plum, and Colonel Mustard, and Mrs. White-"

"Get ON with it!"

"I'm getting there, I'm getting there! Mr. Boddy went to get his surprise packages from the hall, and you all opened your presents…" he closes the door, and looks around.

"Then Mr. Boddy switched off the lights…!"

Wadsworth grabs the switch, and then everything is dark. The other guests scream, as do I, until the lights turn back on. I look around the room, and see Wadsworth lying on the ground, motionless. My heart drops, and I uncertainly mutter "Oh, grand." Then Wadsworth leaps up, and I swear my heart skipped. "Mr. Boddy lie on the floor, apparently dead."

Professor Plum rushes over to the dapper help, and announces "But he was dead, I examined him!"

Wadsworth turns to Professor Plum, voice dripping with doubt. "Then WHY was he bashed on the head a few minutes later with a candlestick if he was dead already?!"

"Alright!" The Professor walks away, "So I made a mistake!"

Wadsworth growls. "Perhaps. But if so, why was Mr. Boddy pretending to be dead? It could only be that he realized his scheme misfired, and that the gunshot was intended to kill him, not me! Look!" The butler tilts Mr. Boddy's head to show a bloody gash on the shell of his ear.

"The bullet grazed his ear. Clearly the best way to escape death was to pretend he was dead already."

"So whoever grabbed the gun from me in the dark was trying to kill him!"

"But remember what happened next! Mrs. Peacock took a drink, and you said 'Maybe it's poisoned!', and she screamed!" Wadsworth began screaming, pushing Mrs. Peacock- who also began to scream- to the couch to sit down. The butler looks at me smugly, then saying "And then Mr. Green…!" He violently smacks the politician's wife across the face, then pushing his nonexistent glasses up the bridge of his nose, quoting "Well, I had to stop her from screaming!" I give him a look, but he keeps talking, unaware."Then more screaming! Yvette! The billiard room! We all rushed out!"

All of us run into the aforementioned room, and Wadsworth leans against the billiard table. "But one of us wasn't here, no."

"No?"

"No. Maybe one of us was murdering the cook. Who wasn't here with us?"

I speak up. "Do you know?

"I do." He smiles confidently. "While we stood here, trying to stop Yvette from panicking," Wadsworth runs out of the room, towards the study and still shouting. "One of us could have stayed in the study, picked up the dagger…!" He bursts out of the study, stiffly holding the dagger high and running to the kitchen. "…run down the hall…" we follow him to the kitchen, in time to see him stab the dagger into a chunk of meat in the freezer, "…and stab the cook!"

Mrs. Peacock begins to stutter, "Well how could they risk it? We might have seen them running back."

"Not if they used this secret passage." Wadsworth tugs at a meat hook, and the back of the freezer opens up into a narrow and dank hall. The guests gasp at this sudden information being brought to light. This house is just full of surprises, isn't it.

"The murderer ran back down the secret passageway to the study…" Wadsworth dodges past all of us, and runs towards the study, with Mrs. White shouting behind him "That's where it comes out?"

We enter the study, and see the butler push at a giant wall portrait, which opens outward to reveal the passageway. Wadsworth folds his arms, grinning.

"How did you know?" the Colonel interrogates.

"This house belongs to a friend of mine, I've known all along."

"Then you could be the murderer!"

Wadsworth scoffs. "Don't be ridiculous. If I was the murderer, why would I tell you how I did it?"

Colonel Mustard nods, and we all grow quiet.

"Well," I begin, looking to the group, "Who else knew about the secret passage?"

Ms. Scarlet speaks up, hitting Mustard in the stomach. "We found it, Colonel Mustard and me."

I'm almost tempted to correct her, but Mustard butts in before I have the chance.

"You found it! You could have known about it the whole time!"

"But I didn't!" She screeches.

Peacock chimes in, "Why should be believe you?"

"Because," Wadsworth walks between Scarlet and the accusers, "She was with us all in the billiard room doorway while Yvette was screaming, don't you remember?"

Peacock shakes her hands at Wadsworth, "What I don't understand is why was the cook murdered? She had nothing to do with Mr. Boddy!"

"Of course she did! I gathered you all together to give implications of Mr. Boddy's dastardly blackmail. Did none of you deduce that the others were involved too?" The tension in the room rises with the utterance of those words.

"What others?" Mrs. White demands to know.

"The cook. And Yvette. That's how he got all his information! Before Mr. Boddy could blackmail anyone, he had to figure out their guilty secret. The cook and Yvette were his accomplices."

Mustard nods. "I see! So…whoever knew that…the cook was involved…killed her?"

Wadsworth looks at the pitifully slow man and nods. "Yes."

Mustard puts his hands on his hips, proud of his simple little accomplishment.

"I know," Wadsworth continues, "Because I was Mr. Boddy's butler, that the cook worked for one of you."

"Who?"

The butler smiles, changing the topic, turning to Mrs. White. "You recognized Yvette, didn't you? Don't deny it."

"What do you mean, 'don't deny it'?" she spits, "I'm not denying anything."

"Another denial!"

Mrs. White, huffed up at these accusations, childishly blows a raspberry, before answering the question. "Alright, it's true. I knew Yvette. My husband had an affair with her-but I didn't care, I wasn't jealous."

Wadsworth looks to Scarlet next.

"And you knew Yvette too, didn't you?"

"Yes. She worked for me."

"And you also knew her, sir." Wadsworth looks at Mustard smugly. "We have already established you were one of Ms. Scarlet's clients. That's why you were so desperate to get your hands on those negatives- photographs of you and Yvette in 'flagrante delicto'." Mustard grows pale. I glance to Wadsworth, quirking an eyebrow at him, a smile playing at my lips. He looks away, hiding his coloring cheeks.

"Mr. Boddy threatened to send those pictures to my dear old mother, the shock would have killed her!"

"Oh." Mrs. White frowns, "That would have been quite an achievement, since you told us she was dead already. So, he had a motive."

"You all had a motive." Wadsworth declares.

Speak for yourself.

"But where and when was Mr. Boddy killed?" the Colonel asks.

"Don't you see? Look-"

Wadsworth grabs me by the shoulder, whispering with an amused look "Go along with it." He takes me towards the doorway, speaking all the while. "When we came back to the study with Yvette, Mr. Boddy was on the floor," he drops me to the ground, so I'm lying in the spot Mr. Boddy was, just how he was. "Pretending to be dead. But one of us knows he's alive." Wadsworth violently picks me up by the suit, and pushes me so I am sitting in the chair by the doorway. He looks over to me and smiles, and I try to give him my best 'you're gonna regret that tonight' look.

"I had explained to you that I was Mr. Boddy's butler and I had invited you here, when we realized there was one other person in the house…"

I stand up and shout with the rest of the group "The cook!

I run ahead of everyone else to the kitchen, and stand by the freezer door, just as I had done originally. I look back to address the dapper butler, when I notice he is missing!

"Well, where is he?"

I hear the freezer door creak open, and Wadsworth falls into my arms as Scarlet screams. I look at him and, seeing him peek an eye open, roll my eyes, dropping him. Hitting the floor, he gives me a look, and speaks over my snickering.

"By now she was dead. We laid her down," he emphasizes, looking at me again with a slight smile, "With our backs to the freezer. One of us slipped through the same secret passage…"

"Again?"

"Of course, back to the study!"

We run back, Wadsworth whispering "Thanks for gently laying my down, Green."

"Thanks for warning me about throwing me onto the floor, Wadsworth."

We look at each other, then laugh, barely gaining our composure as we enter the study.

"The murderer was in the secret passageway," Wadsworth says to the group, then approaching me with an unnerving smile. "Meanwhile," he hooks his leg behind mine, and I fall back to the floor, "Mr. Boddy lay 'dead' on the floor. He jumped up…" Wadsworth grabs my suit again, pulling me up, just to push me back down. Man, the bruises I'm going to get because of this.

The bruises he's going to get because of this…

I hear him continue to speak as I get up and dust myself off.

"The murderer came out of the secret panel, picked up the candlestick-" Wadsworth stalks towards me, pretending to hold a candlestick in his hands. I pale, seeing how…predatory…he looks, and run out into the hallway.

"Mr. Boddy followed us out into the hallway, looking for a means of escape. "Wadsworth grins, approaching me. "The murderer crept up behind him, and-killed him!"

Wadsworth hits me on the head, and I drop on the ground. Standing up, I try to be as tall as I can, and take off my glasses to glare at Wadsworth. "Will you stop that?!"

Staring at me without my glasses for a second, he gives me a little peck on the lips and smirks.

"No."

Wadsworth grabs me by the collar and does just as he says, "And he threw him into the toilet!" He closes the door behind me, but I can still hear him.

"They nonchalantly rejoined us by the cook's body in the kitchen. It took them less than half a minute."

Someone walks towards the butler and speaks-by their voice, I can tell it was Mustard. "Who wasn't with us the entire time in the kitchen?"

"Whoever it was is the killer!"

I snicker, flushing the empty toilet and grabbing a towel from the side of the sink. I walk out of the bathroom, rubbing my hands on the towel as if they were wet, and toss the towel to Mustard. I run to catch up with Wadsworth—only looking back once to see Mustard with an incredulous look. I reach the study with the other guests, and Wadsworth begins to speak.

"And then we locked the weapons in the cupboard, and ran to the front door to throw away the key!" He leads us to the front door, and opens it, ready to throw a nonexistent key out the doorway. But he lowers his arm with a wide-eyed smile.
"The motorist! I didn't throw the key away, I put it in my pocket. Somebody could have taken it out of my pocket and substituted it for another!"

"We were all in a huddle," Professor Plum shakes his head, "Any one of us could have done it."

"Precisely."

Everyone begins to look around, eying one another. I lower my head in thought, trying to remember anything suspicious that had been overlooked. But what could there be?

….

…..

….

..!

"Wait a minute!" I alert the group. All eyes now on me, I walk to Mustard. "Colonel Mustard has a top-secret Pentagon job, Mrs. White's husband was a nuclear physicist, and…!" Grinning, I run full speed toward the billiard room, stopping at the doorway.

"Yvette is a link between them!" I make a slight bow, my smile never faltering. I cannot believe I almost missed that! Walking back to the others, I can see the disbelief on their faces. I bet they can't believe they missed that! While they beat themselves up about missing such a vital clue, I notice Wadsworth smile at me, giving a slight nod. I was going to say something, but Plum beat me to breaking the silence.

"What is your top-secret job, Colonel?"

Mustard begins to stammer as the rest of us look at him expectantly. Wadsworth walks towards the military man, "I can tell you."

Colonel Mustard gives him a look that means either 'you wouldn't dare' or 'please excuse me'. The man wasn't too good at facially expressing himself. That isn't really a skill a man like him would need, I guess. Wadsworth continues.

"He's working on the secret of the next fusion bomb."

That was…shocking. If it were me, I wouldn't let such an aloof man anywhere near such a devastating device. "How did you know that?" The Colonel asks in surprise.

The butler leans in slightly, "Can you keep a secret?"

"Yes!"

"So can I."

Wadsworth walks away from Mustard, whose face is scrunched up, disappointed. The other guests were looking at Wadsworth for more answers.

"Was it a plot between them, Wadsworth?" Peacock asks with a terribly defeated tone. "Or did Colonel Mustard do it alone?"

"We shall see. But let's look at the other murders".

Plum sighs. "Yes. Bad luck that the motorist arrived."

"It wasn't luck." Wadsworth shrugs. "I invited him."

He invited the motorist? I walk over to him, as eager to get an answer from him as the others are. "Of course. It was obvious! Everyone here tonight was either Mr. Boddy's victim or accomplice. Everyone who has died gave him vital information about one of you. I brought them here so they could give evidence against him and force him to confess!"

"Oh yeah?" Ms. Scarlet glides next to Wadsworth and tosses her hair over her shoulder. "What about that motorist? What kind of information did he have?" I glare at her, not liking how close she was to the suit-clad man. If I didn't know any better, she was pushing herself on him! Wadsworth looks at her, and…

Hah! Did he actually roll his eyes at her?!

He looks away from the scowling broad, turning his head to look at someone who begins to talk, their voice crackling with a pitiful sadness.

"He…was my driver during the war." Colonel Mustard, holding his head, sits down in a chair.

"What was he holding over you?" The butler asks. He isn't curious, I'm sure. But he sounds like he asked so Mustard would admit his secret, addressing his wrongs head on.

"He knew that… I was a war profiteer." He takes a shaky breath and continues. "I stole essential Air Force radio parts, and I sold them…on the black market. That is how I made all my money. But that does not make me a murderer!"

Unexpectedly, Peacock speaks, in a sincere tone. "Well, a lot of our airmen died because their radios didn't work." Mustard bows his head regretfully, cradling it in his hands.

"Was the policeman working for Mr. Boddy, too?"

Scarlet shifts uncomfortably, leaning against the wall. "The cop was from Washington. He was on my payroll. I bribed him once a week so I could carry on with business. Mr. Boddy found out, somehow…"

Peacock scoffs at Scarlet. "Oh my god!"

"Oh, please."

I look at Wadsworth, then the others. "And the singing telegram girl?" We open the front door, looking down at the young woman's lifeless body.

"She was my patient, once." Plum sighs, "I had an affair with her. That's how I lost my license. Mr. Boddy found that out, too." It was Wadsworth who broke the silence, clasping his hands together.

"Well, let's put her in the study with the others."

Mustard and I grab the body, figuring Plum wouldn't want to hold the lifeless husk of an ex-patient…among other things. Once we are in the study and the Professor was out of sight, Mustard and I nod, dropping the body not-so-gently behind the couch. We join the rest of our group by the chandelier frame in the hall, when Wadsworth clears his throat.

"So, now you know why they all died. Whoever killed Mr. Boddy also wanted his accomplices dead."

"How did the murderer know about them all?" Plum steps forward. "I mean I admit, I guessed that the young singer informed on me to Mr. Boddy…but I didn't know anything about any of you until this evening."

"First," Wadsworth interrupts, "The murderer needed to get the weapons. Easy—he stole the key from my pocket. Then, we all followed Colonel Mustard's suggestion that we split up and search the house."

"That's right, it was Colonel Mustard's suggestion!" Peacock gasps.

"Then one of us got away from his or her partner, and crept to the study." Wadsworth leads us to the study, where he looks to the desk he was leaning against earlier. "On the desk was the envelope for Mr. Boddy. It contained photographs and letters- the evidence of Mr. Boddy's network of informants!"

"Where's the envelope now?" Mrs. White questions, eying the desk.

"Gone…" Wasworth looks around the room, then to the flickering fire in the fireplace. He digs around in the ashes, pulling out scraps of paper and film, showing the illegible remains to us. "Then, having found out the whole story, the murderer went to the cupboard, unlocked it with the key, took out the wrench…"

Scarlet runs out the doorway eagerly, pointing to the lounge. "Then we found the secret passageway from the conservatory to the lounge, where we found the motorist dead!"

"That's right!" Wadsworth runs out, the rest of us following him intently, "And we couldn't get in! So Yvette ran to the open cupboard, got the gun, and shot the door open!" The butler mimics that, using his hand as a pretend revolver. "Then, the doorbell rang!"

A shrill ringing is heard from the front door, and I stiffen. Oh no, we don't need this. Not another visitor-turned-victim, not right now! The rest of the guests hold their breath, horrified. Peacock groans, doing everything but staying silent.

"Oh, whoever it is, they've got to go away, or they'll be killed!" She stomps up to the doorway, and we all back up to the middle of the hallway, watching. She swings the door open.

"Good evening," an older man smiles, a bushy white beard on his jaw. He looks around at all of us, surveying. Even with his "Salvation Weekly" magazine, I could recognize the man anywhere. The Chief continues to speak, "Have you given any thought to the Kingdom of Heaven?"

"What?"

"Repent. The Kingdom of Heaven is at hand."

Scarlet folds her arms, "You ain't just whistling 'Dixie'."

"Armageddon is almost upon us!"

"I've got news for you, it's already here!" Plum says, just barely quieter than a shout.

Peacock swats at him with her hand. "Go away!"

"But your souls are in danger!"

"Our lives are in danger, you beatnik!" And she shuts the door on him with an alarming ferocity.

I'd almost laugh at how good the Chief was in that role, but now is not the time for that. I can feel myself loosening up though, knowing they were right outside the house. Wadsworth continues to talk, as if nothing had just happened.

"The cop arrived next. We locked him in the library! Then we forgot the cupboard holding the weapons was now unlocked, and split up again. Then the murderer turned off the electricity!" The butler runs to the mansion's electricity switch, and flips it, sending everyone into complete darkness. The other guests begin to scream.

"Oh my god…" I mutter, taken aback by the sudden emptiness around me.