Miss Scarlett checks behind the painting.

Scarlett: No.

And thus ends the cliffhanger. There was nothing there.

Lavender: Then forget about it.

Scarlett: Forget it? I think not, Lady Lavender.

Lavender: *scowls*

Scarlett: Okay, okay. I promise I won�t call you that anymore. How about� Fake Undertaker. Oh Fake Undertaker, you and I can be the bestest of friends forever.

Lavender: THAT�S IT!

Lady Lavender goes over to take him out, but Mr. Brown gets in the middle to stop it.

Brown: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hold it. Someone in this house is a murderer and we�re all suspects. I don�t know about you two � but I�d like to get my name cleared as soon as possible so I can get out of this mess.

Scarlett: Right. Why are you always trying to fight and start trouble, Fake Undertaker? I�m just trying to look for evidence. Like those stupid blood droplets on the floor over in the corner.

Brown: What?!

Scarlett: The blood droplets over there in the corner. I saw them the moment we walked in the room.

Lavender: There ARE blood droplets there!

Brown: Why didn�t you say something?

Scarlett: Because I was trying to stall this case from being solved. I figured we three, TEAM AWESOME, could have a fun time� play some 8-ball, kick a few girls in the stomach, prevent Hawkgirl from betraying the Justice League and helping the Thanagarian invaders destroy Earth. The usual.

Payton lightly touches the blood with his index finger and then rubs the finger and his thumb together.

Brown: Well the blood is still sticky. It has to be fresh! Maybe from Mr. Boddy.

Lavender: Or maybe Mr. Boddy fought back before he died. Maybe it�s the murderer�s blood.

Brown: Could be. Maybe we should-

*SHATTER*

Just then, the window to the room shatters into a thousand pieces and in jumps a man.

Brown: OH NO! IT�S THE MURDE- huh? Officer O�Stereotype?

Officer Irish O�Stereotype: Don�t mind me fellas, continue on your business. I�ll just be taking this �evidence� with me.

Lavender: What � the blood?

Officer Irish O�Stereotype: No, THIS evidence.

He quickly grabs the bottle half-drunk Hennessey that Dr. A hadn�t finished yet and escapes out of the window again.

Scarlett: Well okay, bye!

Lavender: Hey! This could be our shot out of this mansion! Let�s just leave out the window too.

Brown: I want to get out of here as much as anyone, this whole �murder� thing is making me very uncomfortable. But if we make a break for it we�ll just look guilty ourselves.

Lavender: Damn it all to hell� you�re right. Look, but at least we can get out of this room. I�m tired of being locked up in here. So yeah, there is some fresh blood. That means we should head out and go tell people instead of remaining trapped here and simply waiting for some stupid butler to come open the door for us when they�re ready.

Scarlett: Leaving the room out the window is cheating. I ban you from doing it, Fake Undertaker.

Ms. Scarlett then picks up a pool ball from the table and throws it at Lady Lavender. He ducks and it goes flying out the window.

Lavender: Oh, you�re going down.

He reaches for a ball himself and throws it. Ms. Scarlett does a rolling jump to avoid it. But then another ball is tossed, and another, and another.

*CLONK*

*CLONK*

*CLONK*

Scarlett: Missed me! � Missed me again! � Oh man, you�re a terrible shot. You throw like your Clue name is a girl!

*CRACK*

Brown: Wait a minute� that didn�t sound right. Look! That last ball just shattered!

Whilst all of the other balls hit the walls and fell dead to the floor, this one broke into pieces and fell to the ground, along with a rolled-up piece of paper that was inside.

Lavender: A NOTE!

Mr. Brown heads over to pick it up and read.

Brown: *ahem*...

�I know this house like the back of my hand, unfortunately you do not. So here is a map of the shortcuts you can use to make a quick escape after the murder. Sorry I can�t be there with you to watch the look on his face as he dies, the old creep. But I�ll need to be elsewhere so I can have an alibi when the police arrive.�

Brown: There is no map.

Lavender: Where is it then?

Brown: I don�t know. Obviously the murderer took it with him. This is no simple murder anymore. This is clearly some type of conspiracy.

Lavender: �Know the house like the back of my hand?� -One of the house staff must have written it!

Brown: Right! And even though all of the house staff DO have alibis for when Mr. Boddy was murdered, that doesn't prevent one of them from being involved!

Scarlett: BOR-ING!
(Easter Egg: Hiding black text is cool.)
Lavender: What do you mean boring? This is the first time the whole night we�ve gotten anywhere. We just figured out that this murder was the result of the plot of more than one person, we found the secret messaging system that the co-conspirators used to communicate, and we found some blood. We need to take all this evidence to everyone else and see what they�ve got!

Scarlett: Did I say boring? I meant totally awesome and cool. See how brilliant I was for declaring that we should go to the Billiard Room? I knew this room was involved. I just knew it.

Deadman Inc starts pounding on the door that will lead out of the Billiard Room and back into the mansion hallway. But it�s locked from the other side.

Lavender: LET US OUT! LET US OUT! WE HAVE IMPORTANT EVIDENCE!!!

Brown: I don�t think they�re listening. If one or more of the house staff is involved, they may be making sure we don�t get out of this room because they know there is evidence in it. They could be stalling for time.

Lavender: Well then that�s that then. I�m going out the window and finding another way back into the mansion through some other room. Who�s coming with me?

Scarlett: Not me. I�m staying right here. If I sneak out with you � WHAM � I�ll get stabbed in the back. Because you�re the murderer.

Lavender: Look, if I were the murderer� why would I kill you outside instead of just killing you right here? Which is a very tempting idea.

Scarlett: HA! I knew it.

Lavender: I don�t have time for this. Are you in, Payton?

Brown: I dunno. I�ll come out and watch guard for you maybe. But I�ll stay close to the room.

Lavender: Good. Sounds like a plan to me. Let�s go.

And the two head out the window, trying to find a way to inform the rest of the people in the house that they�ve found a load of evidence. Unless Dr. A planted it all and it�s useless. Not that he�d do something like that. I mean that would make no sense and just be a waste of everybody�s time.

Scarlett: Well, it�s just me and you then, Jessica Alba.

Jessica Alba: Oh �Ms. Scarlett.�

The �two� start tumbling around on the floor with each other wildly. Dr. Abortion�s head hits a hidden red button on one of the legs of the billiard table. Before his vey eyes, a door-sized section of the wall with the Dogs Playing Poker painting rises up to reveal�

Scarlett: Why look! It�s a secret passage. Who would have ever thought that in this Bar Room Brawl, which is clearly based on a famous board game that includes secret passages, that one of us 12 wrasslers would utilize a secret passage. Or perhaps more than just one of us � maybe even at least FOUR of us including myself, Hank Hooligan, Stormtrooper and Virtue Knight. I would have certainly never guessed.

Jessica Alba: Guess you better go in and investigate, as you clearly have a competent grasp on reality and care about solving this murder which it�s possible you committed.

Scarlett: Shh! I mean, oh look! There is a candlestick laying on the ground next to me. With a candle in it! I guess I should light that and take it into the dark secret passage with me so I can see better.

So Ms. Scarlett enters the secret passage out of the Billiard Room. As he walks through, the passageway door closes behind him, just in time for Mr. Brown to come back up to the window.

Brown: Hey Scarlett! Lavender has just gone over to the- Scarlett? Scarlett? Dr. Abortion?

He peaks back inside and looks around. Empty.

Brown: Great. Now where has HE gotten off to?

Just then, a coin drops from the heavens and lands.

Brown: Hrm� �heads.� Well, I just won�t tell Deadman.