CLUE: A JOHNNY DEPP VERSION

Chapter 2: The Clues

A/N: Alright, Chapter 2. Still open for suggestions! Please review, the more thoughts I get the easier it is to write the next chapter... Anyone who wants to submit a guess as to who murdered Mr. Boddy Jr. you are free to do so. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I still own nothing

When we last left the party, they had split up into pairs to find some clues as to who murdered Mr. James Boddy Jr. The pairs are as follows: Jack Sparrow and Edward Scissorhands in the Library. Mort Rainy and Spencer Armacost in the Kitchen. Wade "Cry Baby" Walker and Don Juan DeMarco in the Greenhouse, and Tom Hanson and Ichabod Crane in the Ballroom.

A loud crash was just heard in the Library.

'EDWARD!' screamed Jack

'Sorry…I didn't mean to' replied Edward, attempting to pick up the fallen books.

'Well, it's not your fault you have, um, er, scissors for hands mate.'

(Edward sadly looks up at Jack)

'Sorry mate, I didn't mean to offend you.'

(As Jack pick's up the fallen books and puts them on the table, Edward looks over at the poetry books.)

'Oh' Said Edward

'What? Did you find something…rum? Did you find any rum?' Jack said grinning

'No, it's my favorite poetry book, my father used to read it to me all the time.' Said Edward as he remembered his troublesome past.

(Jack's grin turns into a frown.)

'Sorry saavy, I'm not exactly the reading type. Hey, why look at that, it's got some nasty blood stains on the back cover.' said Jack as he picked up the poetry book.

'I think Mr. Hason and Mr. Crane would like to look at it.' Said Edward kindly

'Sure mate, sure…. we still have about 15 minutes, why don't you look around some more and we can starts heading in that direction, I think.' Said Jack, opening his compass and pointing, while trying to be sympathetic for Edward.

Meanwhile in the Greenhouse:

'Are you really the greatest lover in the world?' Asked Cry Baby as he paced around the rows of plants.

'Yes, I am Don Juan, and I have made love to over a thousand women!'

'You gotta teach me! See, there's this girl, Allison, and I love her… a lot, but sometimes I think I could do more for her, you know?' Said Cry Baby

'Well, you have to let her take control, let her tell you where to go, and never push her to do something.' Replied Don Juan with a smile.

'I guess not everyone here is a square.' Said Cry Baby laughing

(As he said those words, Cry Baby tripped over something and fell to the ground.)

'OW!' He screamed.

'That looks like a shovel…. what is it doing hear, why is it not in the tool shed?' Asked Don Juan.

'I dunno, it's not my mansion, I live in a filth hole.' Said Cry Baby as he stands up and examines the shovel.

'That is odd…' Pondered Don Juan

'What?'

'It's just, the shovel is oddly bent, as if someone was hit over the head with it, and there is blood spatter at the bottom.' Said Don Juan

'Let's take it to that cop guy, and the weird detective.' Replied Cry Baby

'Let us go!' said Don Juan, spinning his cape around him.

(Just then a crack of lightning split across the sky)

'God, I HATE lightning!!' said Cry Baby angrily as he and Don Juan left the greenhouse.

Meanwhile in the Kitchen:

(Back in his normal voice.)

'Quite a collection of knives Mr. Boddy has here.' Said Mort as he picked one up and looked at it.

'Stay away from me with that thing… you're crazy enough.' Said Spencer

'Me… crazy? What are you talking about, you're the one that won't stop staring out the dumb window.' Replied Mort fiercely

'Well, at least I don't bring shovels to a party!' said Spencer

'Shovel? What are you talking about…?' Said Mort with a confused look on his face.

'Hey, look at this.' Said Spencer as he picked up a sword that had fallen halfway under the fridge. 'It was next to a rum bottle'

'It's very fine crafted, and it looks used…. we should bring it back to Hanson and Ichabod.' said Mort

'As long as I don't have to be alone with you anymore.' whispered Spencer

'Alright, I know you've had some family issues, and I've had my share of them too, but just calm down a second.' said Mort

'Sorry, I've just been a little troubled lately.' Said Spencer as he looked out the window again.

'Come on, let's go.' said Mort as he shook his head and walked out the door.

Meanwhile in the Ballroom:

'I just don't get it, nothing makes sense.' Ranted Ichabod

'I know what you mean, this is one dead end case.' replied Hanson.

'I-I mean, there's no clues, no motive, no suspects, nothing. It's almost like an accident.' said Ichabod 'The only clues we have are the scrapes near the door, but I think Edward did that when he was trying to open it.' (Ichabod winces at the thought of Edward's sharp scissors)

'Hopefully, the other's found something, anything, I mean… I NEED to get back to my bowling night, AND Captain Fuller's going to kill me!' said Hanson

'Well, nobody's leaving until you make an arrest, or we solve the case!' said Ichabod fiercely.

'Alright, alright, I'll stay.' said Hanson. 'But, we're still getting nowhere, and there are too many rooms in this house to keep going through all of them. We should try a direct approach and find out who came hear 1st or and if they saw anything suspicious.'

'You're right, but what if they lie, how do we know we can trust everyone?' said Ichabod

'How do I know I can trust you, I mean you're just as much a suspect as everyone else.' Said Hanson.

'Hmm… good point, but, if we logically think things through, after we talk to everyone, we could pick out the liar and then maybe even the murderer!' replied Ichabod.

'You're so optimistic.' Hanson said rolling his eyes. 'Look, here comes everybody, oh and I think they found some clues…. Well… now you can be optimistic!'

(The pairs entered the room putting what they found on a table in front of Hanson and Ichabod and taking their seats, except for Spencer, who resumed his "post", standing and looking out the window.)

'Alright, let's take a look at these objects shall we?' said Ichabod as he was about to put on his glasses.

(Suddenly, the front door started to shake, followed by a frustrated knock.)

(again in southern accent)

'Well now, who might that be?' Said Mort

'Um, I don't know, why don't me and Ichabod go check it out.' Said Hanson.

'S-s-s-sure, l-l-lets g-go.' Said Ichabod, his voice shaking, as he and Hanson walked over to the front door.

'Who could that be at this hour? In the midst of a murder!' whispered Hanson as he unlocked the door.

TO BE CONTINUED….

p.s. the 3rd chapter won't be up until I get enough reviews!