S-"So she started plotting," mused Sarah. "Quite," responded the Butler, "for years she hatched the perfect plan. She would murder all of the Scot's father's family, one by one, until he would be forced to return from Brazil and PAY!" "The perfect plan indeed," responded Sarah, "perfect except for the fact that she never planned anything of the sort!" Betsy tapped on the floor with her toe and a trap door popped open. "In fact," a deep melodious voice sang out from the floor, "I don't have a father at all!" and with that the Sultry-Scot popped out. "Well not that I can remember at least. He died when I was a wee lad. He is buried over by the church if you would like to see." "Z-z-z-OMBIES!!!" shrieked Mrs. Forester as she started doing a strange dance around her chair that could either have been a nervous tic or an ancient zombie warding ritual that had been passed down in her family for generations. "Fear not madame!" the chief Popo declared in an unsure voice, "I will take care of him...?" "Oh calm down," Betsy said pushing the Popo and Mrs. Forrester back down into their seats, "there will be no need to do any taking care of quite yet." "I'm not a zombie at all," interrupted the Scot matter-of-factly. "I can see that now," countered Mrs. Forester whose feet were still moving under her skirts in a series of complicated steps, "but you can't just go popping out of the ground and surprising people like that! Its not very gentlemanly." "Indeed," remarked Sarah, "but if we would all like to turn our attention back to the real matter at hand." "Yes!" exclaimed Betsy, "after all of these dramatics I nearly forgot all about the murders!" "You see, Euph isn't the murderer at all! Its the Butler!" By this time the butler was trying to sneak out the back door but Poppy had a firm hold of his pant cuff and was making it very difficult for him to slip out unnoticed.
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