WARNING! IMPORTANT! READ! IMPORTANT! WARNING!
DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN KND! WOULD BE CONFUSING!
IF YOU HAVE READ ANY OF AGATHA CRISTIE'S BOOKS, DO NOT SPOIL THE STORY IN A REVIEW!
Also, some characters will… well…be changed…you could say. Watch out!
Summary: When the KND get an invitation to a wonderful weekend from a mysterious stranger, they think it will all be pizza and laughs. But when cyanide gets in the picture… is there more to this mysterious host than meets the eye?
Disclaimer: I don't own the KND. Period.
Rating: PG13 (Parental Guidance recommended for kids under 13 who are wimps)
Genre: Mystery/Tragedy
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CODENAME: Kids Next Door
Operation: M.U.R.D.E.R.
Chapter 2: Ten Little Indians
Everyone was excited. They packed pajamas, clothes, brushes(for hair and teeth), and number 3 pack a stuffed animal- a kitten. The girls dressed up fancy(5 in a jean skirt and red tank top, 3 in a jean miniskirt and white t-shirt).
They came to the dock, got on the boat, and after 2 hours, got to the island. It was beautiful, complete with gorgeous mansion. When they went through the open doors, they saw a beautiful living room, with 5 other kids. There were tapestries on the walls, and a coffee table with ten Indian figurines on it.
There were 3 other girls, and two other boys. Numbers 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 introduced themselves, explaining about the KND.
"I'm Violet. I like to invent things." Said a dark-haired beauty.
"I'm Ginny. I'm a spy, and I'm good at sneaking." Said a fiery red-head.
"I'm Mary. I'm KCIA- the Kid's CIA."
"I'm Dr. Fowl. I'm a doctor."
"I'm Steven. I'm DCDTL."
"You're what?" asked 4.
"It stands f-" but then he stopped. His cup of soda fell to the floor. He turned purple, and choked and gagged, but… he fell down. Everyone screamed, and Dr. fowl checked his pulse.
"He's gulp dead!" he said shakily.
"How?" asked Ginny.
Dr. fowl sniffed the soda glass, a gasped.
"Cyanide!" he said in horror.
"What? Asked 3.
The Doctor rolled his eyes, and said, "Poison."
"But who put it in? We were all watching!" said Violet.
"Suicide!" shrieked 5.
"Must be." Said Dr. Fowl.
"Lets go to bed!" said 1.
"Alright. I guess we pick a room… where is our host?" asked Violet.
When the were all going upstairs, 5 noticed that one of the candles was missing, but she was still in shock, and forgot about it.
Meanwhile, Ginny was having hysterics.
"I-I-I don't want to go to bed! What is I die too? We're trapped- the boat left- no
hostess-"
"CALM DOWN!" shouted Dr. Fowl. "Here, take these pills, you'll feel better…"
When number 5 got to her room, there was a poem on the wall. It read:
Ten little Indian boys went out to dine,
One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Indian boys sat up very late,
One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Indian boys traveling in Devon,
One said he'd stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks,
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little Indian boys playing with a hive,
A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.
Five little Indian boys going in for law,
One got in Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Indian boys going out to sea,
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Indian boys walking in the Zoo,
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two little Indian boys sitting in the sun,
One got frizzled up and then there was one.
One little Indian boy left all alone,
He went and hanged himself and then there were none.
What a sad poem! Thought 5, as she fell asleep.
Please R&RSo, whodunit?