Dr. “Mr. Green” Abortion and Law “Mrs. White” Martin are wandering around the Conservatory, looking for evidence.

Now, if you just said to yourself, “WHAT THE HELL?!?! How the hell did they get to the Conservatory?,” then I bet you have not found that hidden Part 5 yet. You should, like, try to do that or something. I don’t think I made it THAT hard.

Mrs. White: Hrm, you know Dr. Abortion. That secret passage may have been just what we needed to break this case. This secluded area in the back of the house would have given the killer the perfect chance to slip away from the murder scene and rejoin the rest of the people in the mansion with nobody noticing. Dr. Abortion? Dr. Abortion?

But he’s not paying attention, instead, he’s engaging in a knife fight with Abraham Lincoln.

Abraham Lincoln: I herefore make a proclamation to emancipate YOUR ASS!!!

Mr. Green: Oh, is that how it is, “Honest Abe?” Well I know the truth about you, SPACE PIRATE!

Abraham Lincoln: Yargh. But you’ll die with that secret, Dr. Abortion. DIE!

Lincoln tosses away his knife and pulls out his trusty old corn-filled shotgun, given to him by Jesus.

Mr. Green: Hey! That’s not fighting fair.

Abraham Lincoln: Since when did I ever fight fair, matey?

As Abe readies to fire, Dr. Abortion lunges at the zombie space pirate ex-president, and starts stabbing him with his knife. Oh, did I not mention that he’s a zombie too? Of course he is.

A confused Law Martin looks on, as his puny mind is only able to see Dr. Abortion arguing with and stabbing a large Sycamore.

Mrs. White: Stop it! We’re supposed to be solving a crime, not stabbing trees.

Mr. Green: Trees? *gasp*gasp* What are you talking about?

The Doc is worn out, his sap-stained hands and the quarter inch cuts into tree bark indicate his total victory once again over yet another foe.

Mrs. White: HEY! Is that the knife?!

He checks his pockets, it’s missing.

Mrs. White: When did you swipe that from me?

Mr. Green: I dunno. Maybe in super-duper hidden Part 5.

Mrs. White: NEVER MIND! Just give me that knife back before you hurt someone. Mainly me.

*swipe*

Mr. Green: Bah, you’re no fun at all.

Mrs. White: I know it’s apparently not in your unhinged nature, but you have to be serious. We’re dealing with a double murder here, and there are people in this house involved. Could be anyone.

Mr. Green: So… who is left in the house that we haven’t mentioned yet?

Law goes through the cards again.

Mrs. White: There’s Stormtrooper and Lance Striker. Well, James Randall too with Lance. I mean, the police seem to think that one of us Wrasslers is involved. I’m not sure if I agree with them. Especially because we’re thinking someone in the police may have been involved themselves.

Mr. Green: WAIT! I know who must have done it. The EC! Those dastardly fiends!

James Randall referred to “The EC” being here, and included Stan and Burnt into his story. Of course, Burnt isn’t actually a member of the EC – so that’s totally wrong – but who am I to contradict him? I threw Martini in earlier in this story. I mean the full EC doesn’t all have to be here… so let’s just stick with those three…

Mrs. White: Uhhh, I don’t know about the EC being involved. Why would-

Mr. Green: -HEY! What do you mean on this Stan Daniels card that he isn’t the murderer? How do you know?! Wasn’t it his and the EC’s decision to come to this mansion in the first place? They decided to come here… then that dude ends up dead, with scores of other suspects around to place the blame on instead of themselves.

Mrs. White: I guess you have a point. Nobody has really been looking into them as suspects yet.

Mr. Green: And the way brain cancer kid described the murder plotters talking, they used words like “those” and “them” to describe the Wrasslers. Sounds to me like the murderers weren’t Wrasslers. Unless, of course, they were. In which case – pretend I didn’t say that and that I said something more accurate, as I am never wrong about anything ever.

Mrs. White: Well, we’re assuming James Randall actually heard what he SAID he heard, and that he’s not making it up at all.

Mr. Green: So… who else is left that we haven’t mentioned?

Law’s gone through practically his whole set of cards now. The only person introduced earlier on in this timeline that hasn’t been discussed yet is Mr. Boddy’s Limo Driver that brought them all to the house. Still, he’s not a likely suspect because as far as anyone is aware – he never actually entered the house.

Mrs. White: Well, there’s the Limo Driv-HEY! What the hell did you do to my card, Dr. Abortion? The driver was NOT A BEAR!

Mr. Green: *snicker*marsbar*

Mrs. White: How did you do that?

Mr. Green: I’ll only tell you when you tell me how the heck you made these cards on-the-scene in the first place.

Mrs. White: No deal.

Mr. Green: Ooo! You know what? Maybe instead of just making cards for the people in the house, you should also make cards for all the rooms and potential murder weapons in the house too. That way we can keep track of everything!

Mrs. White: Meh, sounds kinda stupid to me. Let’s get back to work.

And so the two stumble back to looking around at stuff in the Conservatory. I mean… it’s just a bunch of dumb plants neatly arranged in sections on tables and cabinets, etc. The fact that Mr. Boddy was uber-rich means that it’s practically the size of a botanic garden. Still… what clues could possibly lie here? Perhaps the murderer used this as the route to both enter and escape the murder scene – but that means he was just passing through. There is no bloody trail, no bloody glove, no bloody weapon - nothing to psychically link Law and the Doc’s suspicions. The murderer hasn’t quite made a clean getaway yet – but he (or she) certainly was clean.

Mrs. White: I’ve never heard of this stuff. “Figwort,” “Bear Oak,” “Cow Itch,” “Crunchberry,” “Spice Bu-” hey wait a minute, Crunchberry?

Mr. Green: The plants over here have just as stupid names. “Water Hemlock,” “Castor Bean,” “Death Cap Mushroom,” “Munkshood,” “Deadly Nightshade.”

Mrs. White: Whoa-whoa-whoa… that’s a pretty nasty sounding section of plants you have over there.

Law comes over to look at the neatly arranged section of the world’s most toxic plants and fungi. Well… almost neatly arranged. All the labels are still there – but one of the plants is missing.

Mrs. White: This one, “Jequirity Bean.” It’s not there. And while I’ve never heard of it – the fact that it’s space is in-between “Poison Hemlock” and “Destroying Angel Mushroom” leads me to believe that it’s not particularly healthy.

Mr. Green: Yes! This is obviously TOTALLY RELEVANT to the crime. This plant obviously killed Mr. Boddy. Perhaps with that knife, or the fireplace poker, or maybe some sort of blunt object to the back of the head. Let’s get the cops to find and arrest this plant at once because it was obviously involved even though MR. BODDY CLEARLY WASN’T POISONED, DOUCHEBAG!

Mrs. White: I suppose not. But remember, it’s not only Mr. Boddy we’re dealing with here. The butler got killed too.

Mr. Green: Also not by poison, unless bean poison causes your head to awesomely explode and seep out a pool of crimson blood. That would be pretty cool, actually. I should get some exploding head beans. Feed them to babies!

Mrs. White: My point is this – the murder or murderers keep striking. First it was Mr. Boddy. Then it was the butler. Will they kill someone else next or does it stop with those two? We don’t even know what Mr. Boddy was killed with yet, or if he was killed the same way the butler was. Maybe poison extracted from that deadly plant will be used for the next unlucky victim tonight.

Mr. Green: Please now Law, the murderers are going to try to make a clean getaway. Remember? Low profile! The last thing they’re going to want to do is kill more people. I find it highly unlikely that anyone else is going to die toni-

AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

A hellish scream of unbridled terror echoes throughout the mansion, reaching every corner.

Mr. Green: SWEET ZOMBIE JESUS, what was that?

Mrs. White: I don’t know. We better find out!

Law dashes to the door to the conservatory and storms out of the room. Dr. Abortion follows closely behind as they run through the hallways towards the direction that they heard the scream from.

Of course, all the rest of the people in the house did this as well – Stormtrooper and Lance Striker with little James Randall, the EC guys, the cops, and the house staff. They all meet at the large grand hallway at the front of the house where they learn of the next twist in this night’s events.

And that twist is… oh SNAP! I’m not going to tell you!