"We're not taking turns and going a designated amount of steps. If we're going to play Clue, we need to play it right," Lois said as they entered the kitchen.

"I wish you would treat this more seriously, Lois," Clark told her.

"Don't worry. I'm going to play along and help solve it," Lois said, and she began to run her hands along the wall.

Clark watched her in bewilderment, and then he shook his head and turned to everyone else. "Look around the room for clues everybody. I don't think the murder happened here or there would have been signs of a struggle but look anyway."

Lana opened the oven and saw the chicken that they were supposed to have for supper. "Boy, this looks good. We never did get to eat," she said, and she pulled off a wing. "Anybody else want some?" she politely enquired.

"No, thank you, dear," Martha said. "I think the rest of us lost our appetite."

Lana shrugged and started eating.

Lex looked through the silverware and kitchen appliances and declared, "He wasn't killed with a knife."

"You would know," Oliver muttered.

Lex heard him. "So you think I did it? He was my father, you know."

"And we all know people never murder their family members," Lois said sarcastically, still feeling the walls.

"How many others think I did it?" Lex asked.

There was complete silence.

"What is this, a popularity contest?" Lex asked.

"If it was, you'd get my vote," Lana said, wrapping her arm around him.

Lex removed her arm. It was obvious that by this point in their relationship, Lex didn't care what Lana felt or thought. She was merely a trophy. Lana was holding on, even though she was pregnant with someone else's child, because she had become dependent on a billionaire's lifestyle. She also liked the fact that she had been able to snag Lex Luthor. She wasn't quite ready to let go.

"You all are such good buddies. You're going to be surprised when you find out that it was one of you and not me. Wait a second; I have proof that it wasn't me."

Everyone stopped what they were doing and gave their full attention to Lex.

"I was ticked off that the power company had failed to keep the lights on. I was sending them a message on my phone."

"While the lights were off?" Clark asked skeptically.

"I know where the keys are located. I don't need to see them."

"He's right," Oliver said, "I heard beeping. I thought it was a watch, but it could have been Lex's cell phone. I don't think he's the type to dirty his own hands anyway."

Lex pulled out his cell phone, "See? The time shows that it was sent out when the lights were off. I couldn't have committed murder and sent a message out at the same time."

"So it wasn't Colonel Mustard, and it wasn't in the kitchen, but nobody has disproved the candlestick," Lois said.

Lois was really beginning to get on Clark's nerves with all the Clue jokes. "What in the world are you trying to do? Read the wall?"

"I'll tell you when I prove it."

"I think we've exhausted this room," Martha said. "We should move onto another room."

"Hold on Mrs.—Aha!" Lois shouted in triumph. She found the cracks of a doorway to a secret passage. "We need to find something that triggers it."

Lex had pulled a small hatchet out of one of the drawers and began to chop the wall open.

"Or that works to," Lois said.

Once the entryway had been opened, they all went in.