After a tedious plane ride, Benoit approached the eerie mansion complete with guard dogs, who actually didn't mind the detectives' presence. He was going to knock at the door when he heard a scream from the other side.

"Dang thunder storming weather, I'm too late!" He began to furiously band on the door "Hello, I said hello in there? Is everybody alive?"

Wadsworth and the gang of Clue characters opened the door with a forced smile

"Everyone alive? Why wouldn't everyone be—wait, who're you?"

"Sorry for the intrusion. My name is Benoit Blanc. It is nice to make your acquaintance. All seven of you. My, I seem a little underdressed, I do say I am colored embarrassed. May I come inside?"

Another scream erupted before anyone could answer.

"Well, I guess you have to after that. Come in." Wadsworth grabbed the man's arm and led him inside.

"Now that I've been introduced, I suppose I should know all your names. Since the only name I really know is Mr. Boddy."

The group paused.

"You know Mr. Boddy?" Mr. Green asked.

"My, no. Not personally, no sir. But I've heard about him and how he's been blackmailing people. I'll assume it's all you kind folks. I'd like to have a talk with him if he doesn't mind."

Wadsworth pinched the bridge of his nose "I'm afraid that's not possible. Mr. Boddy is dead, sir."

Benoit raised a brow "Dead? Well, shoot. That's definitely not what I was expecting to happen. I did think it was a possibility, though. When I was in the airplane, I thought to myself, maybe this Mr. Boddy fellow will get murdered instead of his intended victims. Never thought it would be right. See, I received a letter saying someone working for Mr. Boddy will die."

Miss. Scarlet playfully slapped Wadsworth, "That's right, he tried to get us to shoot you, right Wadsworth?"

The butler nodded, "unfortunately, that is correct."

"But his plan backfired. Someone shot him instead." Professor Plum explained.

"I see. So, you're saying it's a mighty fine turn of fate for this here Mr. Wadsworth fellow? I'm sorry to pry, sir, but is Wadsworth your first or your last name?" Benoit asked.

"It's not."

"It's not?" Colonel Mustard piped up. "It's not your first name or it's not your last name?"

"No."

"No? No, it's not your first name or no it's not your last name?"

Wadsworth stood for a second then said, "I'm sorry, no meaning yes."

"No meaning yes? Is Wadsworth your first name or last name, no, or yes?"

"… no."

"Ping pong! Or table tennis, as some people say. That's what you two remind me of! A game of needless back and forth, on and on, never ending table tennis! We get it. Wadsworth is not your name. Period. End of sentence. That's really all you had to say, sir!" Benoit exclaimed.

"It's not your name? You lied to us!" Peacock gasped.

"You are all using fake names, why am I any different?"

"Everyone is using a fake name? What is everyone's alias, then?" Benoit asked.

Mr. Green volunteered first, "I'm not gonna wait for Wadsworth to introduce me. I'm Mr. Green. The reason I'm being blackmailed is because I am a homosexual."

Benoit squinted, "really? You?"

"I'm not ashamed, Mr. Blanc. But my social standing could be affected."

"I do have a follow-up question, if you don't mind. It's to my understanding that your alias is Mr. Green. Yet, you are not wearing any of the colour in question. Look at me, for example. If I was cordially invited to this here shindig. I am dressed in a white shirt with a tan cardigan, black pants with white stitching, and white shoes. And not to mention the happenstance of my last name being Blanc. My alias would be none other than Mr. White and it would make sense."

"Well you can't be Mr. White because she's Mrs. White and you do not want to be married to her, trust me." Green told him.

Benoit examined the woman, "You? You're Mrs. White? You're wearing black!"

"I'm in mourning!" She protested.

"I am deeply, deeply sorry. Please accept my apologies. Was it your husband that passed?"

She began to cry "Yes, my dear husband, the love of my—"

"She killed him." Scarlet said.

White snapped out of it, "Hey!"

"So, you murdered your husband like a black widow spider. Mrs. Black!"

Mrs. Peacock chuckled, "That's clever but problematic."

"And you're… Mrs. Beige?" Benoit asked.

"Mrs. Peacock."

"Peacock? You're dressed in—" He took a breath. "Correct me if I am mistaken, but I firmly believe a peacock is an animal, I thought we were doing all colours!"

Mrs. Peacock gasped then pointed at Professor Plum "He's named after a fruit!"

"That should have gone to Mr. Green." Scarlet laughed.

Benoit shifted his attention to her, "And you are you, little lady? Mrs. Blue?"

"Miss. Scarlet."

"Scarlet?" Benoit looked her over, "You don't have a lick of red on you!"

"That's where your wrong, detective. I have red hair."

"No, you don't." Mr. Green interjected.

"It costs extra to see." She smiled.

Professor Plum took the pipe out of his mouth, "How much?"

Benoit sighed, "Who is left to reveal their ridiculous name?"

Colonel Mustard stepped up, "Me, sir."

"Mr. Brown?"

"Colonel Mustard."

"That's a dang condiment!"

Wadsworth cleared his throat. "I think we're focusing on the wrong issues here."

"No, no, no sir. This here is the right issue. Is there anyone else in this house that underutilized their given alias?"

"Yvette the maid and Mrs. Ho the cook."

"The cook!" Everyone yelled then ran to the kitchen.

Benoit walked slowly, "Why is everyone in a hurry? Makes no—"

Yvette casually walked out of the study, the door wide open behind her. "Oh, Bonjour."

Benoit saw the inside of the study and noticed a bullet hole next to a fireplace, but he didn't think much of it. "Bonjour yourself. You're the maid?"

"Oui, oui."

"And you're French?"

"Oui, oui."

"And you're dressed like that?"

"Oui…"

"Are you a real maid?"

"Oui."

"Alright, they call you Yvette, right? Care to join me? We're all going to find Mrs. Ho."

Benoit offered his elbow and Yvette took it.

"Thank you, monsieur. I don't believe I know your name."

"That's okay. I don't know your real name either."