11
Everyone tried to eat their breakfast, but couldn't. The sight had been too disgusting for them to go on, so they talked.
"I'm thirsty," said Carey. "Would there happen to be any apple juice in the house?"
"Did you happen to have a severe psychologically traumatic incident with apple juice as a child?" snapped Judge Moseby, whose sanity was being tested by both the dying guests and the living ones.
"No, I just like apple juice," said Carey innocently.
"Then no, there is not any apple juice in this house!" shouted Judge Moseby.
"Actually," said Cody, "by some contrived coincidence, I found this glass of apple juice sitting out near the window." He then pulled a glass of apple juice out of his pocket and passed it down to Carey.
"Okay, hold up!" said Cody. "You mean to tell me that Cody put a glass of apple juice that could spill or stain in his pocket and now he's giving an intact glass still full of apple juice to Carey?"
"Pretty much," shrugged Zack.
"Where's the logic in that?!?" cried Cody.
"Cody, in our world, there's no such thing as logic," pointed out Zack.
"Except for that statement," admitted Cody.
"Thank you," sighed Carey with relief as she took the glass in her hands. She drank from the entire glass in one gulp.
"Back to the business at hand," said Cody. "Patrick, where were you this morning?"
"I was in my bed, where else," said Patrick dully.
"Okay," said Cody slowly. "Moseby, where were you this morning?"
"I was watching 1930's High School Musical and wondering to myself how anything so mediocre could possibly be so popular," said Judge Moseby dryly.
"And you, Maddie?" said Cody.
"I was writing in my diary," sighed Maddie dreamily.
"Carey?"
"I was making a connection between the meaning of life and apple juice."
Cody looked at her a bit weirdly, but only said, "That leaves you, Zack. Where were you this morning?"
"I was doing something I cannot say because this is supposed to be G-rated," said Zack with a smile on his face. "But on the contrary, that only leaves you. Where were you this morning?"
"I was figuring up a way to solve the case," said Cody.
"Uh, dude, if this was your idea of solving the case, then it's a terrible idea," said Zack. "No one except Patrick actually answered your question. They all said what they were doing, but no one said where they had been."
"Do you dare to question my detective skills?" said Cody angrily.
"No, I dare to play Polly Pockets," said Zack sarcastically. "What does it look like I'm daring?"
Cody seethed, "I take it, then, you want a confession for the Landor case?"
"Yes I do," said Zack.
"All right, fine!" Cody slammed his hands down on the table hard, causing everyone to jump. "Landor was innocent, but guess what? I don't care. I needed that promotion, and if sending him off to jail was the only way I'd get it, then so be it!"
Everyone stared at Cody before Carey said, "I feel a bit woozy. Leave me be."
Maddie started to say, "But no one said..."
"I said, leave me," said Carey dramatically.
Everyone shrugged, got up, and left.
Carey sighed a dramatic sigh and fell back in her chair and closed her eyes. She suddenly felt quite tingly all over. She giggled and kicked her feet in the air. She rocked back and forth in the chair, using her feet as the rocker, going, "Weee! Weee! Weee! Ow," when she fell over.
Carey slowly opened her eyes and saw familiar figure standing above her. "Oh, hello," she said innocently, not noticing the person had a needle in their hands. "Would you happen to have any—OW!" she screamed when the needle was injected into her neck before collapsing and...slowly...dying...