CLUE: A JOHNNY DEPP VERSION

Chapter 3: The Unexpected Guest

A/N: Chapter 3!Hmm, I've been kind of busy lately so the next chapter might be delayed a while. I REALLY need some reviews… and opinions! The more I get the more I know how many more chapters to write. Taking a stab at who you think committed the murder is highly recommended! 

Disclaimer: still nothing

(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.

'Hell….o?' Hanson stumbled out as he stared at the man in the doorway.

'God damn butler, said he would be here, humph, can't trust anyone these days' muttered the man slowly approaching Ichabod who had his mouth twisted in horror.

'Here, I assume this is your responsibility now' said the man as he handed a brown paper bag to Ichabod.

'Your… your … your GEORGE JUNG!' screamed Ichabod dropping the brown bag.

'Yea, you got a problem with it?' replied George as he attempted to walk out the door.

'Hold on just one second there. Other then the fact that I'm a cop, and should probably arrest you right now… I want to ask you some questions… like why you had illegal drugs in that bag of yours.' said Hanson blocking George's path to the door.

'Great, another god-damn cop.' said George rolling his eyes 'Fine, ask away there, seeing as neither Mr. Boddy or his butler feel like coming down to greet me.' he mumbled

'Well, first off Mr. Boddy is dead, and since you have just entered a crime scene, you will not be leaving, and second why were you bringing drugs to his house anyway?' asked Ichabod impatiently glaring at Hanson.

'Well, it's a long story but in short, James called me over hear, he told me to bring half a kea of drugs, he told me that the door would be opened and the butler would show me to the room with the drinks, and that I was supposed to mix the drugs with the drinks, and leave. He already paid me, so I felt obliged to come. It was a party after all.' he explained smiling gloomily.

'Butler? I haven't even seen Mr. Boddy's butler since we got here. I wonder….' said Hanson pondering

'You're right, it was James who opened the doors for me when I arrived, I never suspected him to even have a butler at all.' replied Ichabod

'Yea, he's had one since I've known him, um, his name was Riff, or something. But, I've only known him a few years.' said George. 'Well, if you're making me stay for the party I might as well meet those guys peeking out from that room.' he said pointing in the direction of the ballroom.

'Fine, I need a few moments to think this out anyway.' said Hanson walking George to the ballroom. Ichabod trailing slightly behind

'Everyone this is George Jung' said Ichabod frustrated.

'Hey! Cry-Baby, fancy meetin' you here huh?' replied George smirking.

'What's up Uncle George? Cocaine working out for ya?' Said Cry-Baby walking over to George, with a huge grin on his face.

'He's your uncle?' asked Edward shyly.

(Everyone startled at Edward talking turned and looked, then abruptly turned back to face Cry-Baby and George.)

'Well, not my real uncle, but we're pretty close I guess. He did get me through some rough times, with my parents and all.' said Cry-Baby chuckling.

'Alright, have your reunion later, right now, we not only have a murder on our hands, but a poisoning attempt.' said Hanson irritated

'What?' the crowed yelled in unison.

(George repeated his story, at the end he sighed and waited for the crowd to say something or let him leave.)

'I wonder…' mumbled Ichabod 'George, you seem to know James better then the rest of us… did he by any chance have… a gun collection?' he asked

'Yea, sure, a pretty nice one at that… it's in the basement, I'll take ya, if ya want.' said George shrugging.

'Come on, I'm dying for some more rum anyway…' replied Jack, stumbling out of his seat.

(George leads the party down in the basement. Sitting in a large glass shelf is Mr. Boddy's large gun collection. Sure enough, one pistol is missing.)

(chuckling but in normal voice)

'I guess it was a suicide attempt' said Mort.

'No, that doesn't make sense… why would he hire George contaminate our drinks and us all hear unless he wanted to tell us something, which he clearly didn't get around to?' said Hanson

'Hmm, the butler maybe then? I bet he probably hired George as a back up plan if his pistol attempt didn't work out, and that's why he's not here right now, he's hiding.' said Ichabod.

'No, it was defiantly James that called me.' said George.

'This is pointless, I'm going back upstairs!' yelled Spencer fiercely as he walked up the steps.

'You know, he is right, standing here is pointless and since Mr. Crane said the doors were locked and that nobody has left the house, we can assume the butler is still here. Our only hope is to go find him.' replied Don Juan

'He's right, let's go look for this Riff guy.' said Hanson.

'Alright, same pairs I gue—'

(Ichabod was cut off at the sound of a crash, and then laughter coming from upstairs.)

'Spencer!' said Edward

'Or Riff!' cried Hanson. 'Let's go'

(He motioned for the group, now including George to come upstairs when another round of laughter started)

(The group reached the top of the stairs, Hanson and Ichabod leading the way.)

'Oh crap…' mumbled Ichabod looking down the hallway with a surprised and scared look on his face.

TO BE CONTINUED….

Authors note: the name from the butler came from a manga series I am currently reading called Godchild…. in case you were wondering. Tell me what you think!