Disclaimer: what do youthink? I wouldn't be writin gthis if I had Frank now would I?
A.N.: okay I'm writing cracks fingers here we go oh I'm thinking of posting a random Frank ficcyit's gonna be about him adapting to Earth...I'm tossing the idea around...that or maybe just something literally totally random...hmmm anyways...
"I invited you all here, in fact I wrote the letters" he sighed and leaned back into the chair. "Wait wait I don't understand" Ms. White approached him arms out. "Were you assisting in his blackmail?" "Certanitly not!" Wadsworth retorted standing straight up startling her. "I thin kyou had better explain" she muttered folding her hands against her stomach. "Well I'm not the butler, in fact I'm not abutler" he msiled broadly and they shot him confused looks. "I merely discovered that this lecher was blackmailing you all when I overheard him haughtily boasting about his vile schemes". "When did you hear that?" questioned Ms. Peacock puzzled.
"It was when I slept with his butler. I asked him about what I had overheard and he confirmed it. He then told me a terribly tragic tale of how he and his wife had been blackmailed. She had friends whio were..." he made a strained face and bit his lip "socialsits" the others narrowing their brows a little more was the only siginificant change from their highly confused semi-flustered expressions. "They were forced to work for nothing for him. Poor blighters..." he stroked an imaginary tear from his eye. A slow smile crept onto his lips "Besides that though he was quite good in bed" he chuckled "Well then who are you?" Green asked pointing accusingly at "Wadsworth".
"Well so as to save confusion just keep calling me Wadsworth, though Frank would be easier on the authoress" he shrugged and walked over to the desk. "Anyways that is unimportant we must figure out who killed Boddy before the police arrive". They all nodded in agreement. "Well who else was here that could have done it?" Mustard mumbled. "What about the cook?" Plum asked stroking his chin. "What do you know of the cook Proffesor Plum?" Wadsworth asked pointedly leaning forward brows knitted. "I happen to know a great deal about a lot of things" Plum answered smugly. Wadsworth shook his head and put the heel of his hand to his forehead. "Shall we inquire of him in person?" Wadsworth strutted towards the door everyone following.
As the travelling music started they rushed passed wadsworth who kept calmly walking. Green was the first to enter the room. The gazed about the other guests cautiously doing the same. As he reached the freezer door he turned to them. "Not here" he mumbled scratching his head.
Then suddenly the door swung open and out tumbled an overweight man wearing a black wig and dressed in a white apron and black leather jacket. Green caught him straining "Can somebody help me...please" he began to sink to the tiled floor "Can somebody Help Me PLEASE!" he collapsed with the body. Scarlet dashed over and stared.
A knife stuck out of his back White went for it but Mustard clamped a hand over it. "DON'T touch it that's evidence!" he shouted at her. "We can't take fingerprints!" she retorted turning to Scarlet. "Who'd want to murder the cook dinner wasn't that bad" she chuckled lightly. "How can you make jokes at a time like this!" Mustard shouted again standing angrily. "It's my defense mechanism" she replied crossing her arms. "Some defense if I was the killer I'd kill you next!" he pointed at her accusingly. They turned to him with wid eeyes. "I said 'if' 'IF'!" he loosened his tie feeling exceedingly nervous. "There is only one admitted killer in this room and it is not me it is her!" he turned a hateful glare to Ms. White who backed away. "I haven't admitted anything" she looked to the floor. "How many husbands have you had?" Mustard continued following her escape. "Mine or other women's?" she asked turning to face him. "Yours" he said sharply "Five" "Five?" he seemed shocked. "yes just the five" her eyes fell "Husbands should be like Kleenex soft, strong, and disposable!" she feigned innocence eyes glittering. "I agree" Wadsworth said finally making an entrance "Except with lovers, not husbandsI'd never marry anyone" he smiled leaning against the railing while the pthers rolled their eyes or just stared at him in worry, appalment, and/or in a rather unsuprised nature.
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