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"Murder on the Island" by Megan W. and Madeline

It was a breezy Spring evening on Island Tomaha. Ben Martin-Hood, the Butler, and his other employee Genna Harrold, the maid, were getting ready for a party. Ben was a skinny, bronzed man with an Italian accent, and Genna had honey blonde hair. She was also a put-together kind of person. They were preparing the large mansion for a party of eight guests including themselves. The one who conducted the party was not coming, but left simple instructions for the butler and maid to follow. Ben and Genna were to play a CD once all the other six guests arrived.

There was a strange door bell sound that went on for about two minutes going like, “ding dong sing a song, dingy dong song dong dong dung ding dong”. It kept repeating that over and over at an ear-splitting volume. The doorbell signaled that the first guest had arrived. The first guest that arrived was Mitsy Vonhaulen.

“ Hell-low! I am here! No need to worry! I am about to rock this joint! Let’s party!” basically screamed Mitsy Vonhaulen in a high-pitched squeaky voice in a New Jersey accent.

“ All the guests have not arrived, you are the first,” said Ben, “Genna will show you to your room.” Suddenly the ground shook and everyone screamed, “  **earthquake**   !” Out of all the commotion they heard the ear splitting doorbell as the shaking stopped. Ben rushed to the door. Before he could open the door, the door hinges cracked, and the door collapsed revealing the next guest who arrived. With a Big Mac in his right hand and a  //diet//   coke in his left hand he said in a low scratchy voice, “hey guys, the names Cleveland Rollensheimer. Sorry about the door, I’ll try and fix it...actually it’s too far, never mind.” Even though the door was only about two feet away. He then continued with grease dripping down his face, “don’t worry guys, I am going on a diet, you see my diet coke?” “ Very well then,” said the shocked Ben who marveled at Cleveland's large figure, “Genna will show you to your room, which just now was moved to the first floor.” “ Why the heck would that be necessary?” Cleveland asked inquisitively. Cleveland expression rapidly changed as he realized why. “Oh, the stairs are too far for me to get up, and the ceiling might just collapse.” A burst of light struck through the wide open door but no one heard the annoying doorbell over Cleveland’s fat rolls. Ben’s face dropped from the woman standing in front of him. “Oh good mother of God, what is this beautiful creation standing in front of me?” Ben swooned at the woman’s flawless face that didn’t have a blemish in sight. “ I am Scarlett Boneparte! Actor, model, singer, you name it. Anything glamorous is something I am good at. Here is a portfolio of head shots of me. Enjoy.” said the beautiful Scarlett Boneparte in a French accent. Even though she had a French accent she didn’t quite look like she was from France. Two people stumbled behind this glorious lady unnoticed after her. Jene, who was a certified doctor for all ages and a detective, Steve Ferrell, who was freshly out of detective school. Jene looked very put together and up-tight. Steve Ferrell already looking around the house and asked people very personal questions. You could say Steve was a very awkward person. Ben made sure to show Scarlett to her room while Genna made sure the other two got to their room safely. Since all the guests had arrived they could go ahead and play the CD. They shuffled everyone into the large living room with the CD player in the middle of the room. The maid and butler explained to them the instructions they were given. They then continued to play the CD. A large monotone voice boomed through the living area. “Hello. My name is Justin Chimichanga and I have gathered all of you here for a specific reason. There is a vicious murderer amongst these 8 people, including the maid and butler. It is up to you to figure out who that murderer is. The best of luck to you. Also, you will receive a large sum of money if you are the one to figure out who it is with specific proof. “ One of the guests, Mitsy, got too freaked out and shut off the CD player. “ Okay, one of you better fess up, or I’m out!” exclaimed Mitsy. “ I’m sorry you can’t leave because we were given specific instructions to lock the doors, and a boat won’t be coming until two days from now.” said the butler, Ben. “No one can leave the island. I’m sorry.” The maid, trying to make light of things, passed out cookies for everyone. Mitsy, furious with the news of the murderer, flung a cookie into her mouth and realized she couldn’t let a good party go to waste! “ Turn on my jams! How about I sing ya’ll a song? Even if you don’t want me to sing a song, too bad! Its going to happen.” Mitsy exclaimed with a little bit of country and a little bit of jersey accent. Then the song, “Call Me Maybe” by Carly Rae Jespen came on the CD, because Mitsy Vonhaulen always carries her favorite jams on a CD with her at all times. “ Hey! I just met you. This is crazy! But here’s my number. Call me maybe. It’s hard to look right, at you baby, but here’s my number. So call--- cough cough” Mitsy was cut off and fell on the floor. Jene, the doctor, rushed over to her and checked her pulse. “She’s dead,” she said in a superior voice. “The cookie must have done it to her. No one else eat the cookies! What exactly were in those cookies Genna?” Genna rushed to the kitchen to show them the ingredients in the cookies to prove her innocence. They heard a loud crash and a ear-splitting scream. As the screaming died down they heard dropping and the rolling of cans. Once again, Jene rushed in the kitchen to check on Genna. The last thing Jene said was, “I have arachibutyrophobia!” The detective, Steve Ferrell, rushed into the kitchen too. He then saw the body crushed by cans, obviously Genna, and then Jene on the floor covered in peanut butter. As he recalled the words arachibutyrophobia he realized that that was the fear of peanut butter, which she was covered in. “Looks like we have a vicious murderer on our hands that has already struck three people.” cried Steve. “ The nerve of some people! By golly! Who would come into someone’s house and spread peanut butter all over someone? Whoever this is needs to shut their face and go home!”  matter-of-factually   pronounced Scarlett Bonaparte. Ben, following Scarlett Bonaparte like a puppy, came in shortly after to see the situation. “Oh gosh look at this messy mess! I must start cleaning immediately” who longingly had stared at Scarlett Bonaparte, “I’ll be back soon, don’t you worry.” “ What’evs” Scarlett retorted. “ I just adore it and love it with all my heart when you say that baby!” Ben screamed. Everyone leaves the kitchen except Ben and gather in the living room without care. Ben, dreamily cleans the dishes and wiped the peanut butter off the walls. He then heard an Earth shattering crash and rushed into the living room to make sure his true love was OK. Ben rushed into the room as he found what everyone was looking at; a huge hole in the floor.”What just happened here?” exclaimed Ben only concerned about his precious floor he spent an hour cleaning.

“ Well,” said Steve, “Cleveland took out a big-mac from his pocket, took a huge bite, collapsed, broke through the floor, and is now in the basement, if he is not dead, I don’t know what would happen to him then.” Everyone glanced to the stairs that would take them down to the basement to check on him, but everyone decided it wouldn’t be worth it so they just left him to die alone. Everyone carried on their normal conversation.

Then, they were finally struck with reality. There were three of them left, all of sudden, it was a draw. Scarlett had a gun pointed on Ben and Steve, Steve had a gun pulled on Scarlett and Ben, but Ben has both of his guns pulled on Steve. Ben then realizes that Scarlett has a gun

pulled on him.

“ You’re going to shoot me?!” exclaimed Ben.

“ I have a handsome boyfriend you psycho!” Screamed back Scarlett.

Ben then gets this contorted look on his face and collapsed to the ground and died on the ground from heartbreak, unable to go on without Scarlett.

“ I guess that just leaves you and me.” Steve shakingly mumbled. Before Scarlett could even reply Steve shot his gun, even though he has never practiced shooting a gun. Scarlett twitched on the floor like a fish out of water for about 5 minutes before finally taking her last breath. Then all of a sudden he heard a loud voice.

AHA I knew it was you!” Shouted Mitsy Vonhaulen.

“ Wow! How are you still alive?” Inquisitively asked Steve.

Cans rattled as Genna entered the living room with a sneer across her face. Behind her Jene, covered in peanut butter, making an ugly face at Steve. Ben army crawled to Scarlett and held on to her leg and screamed “I forgive you! We can still be together and raise a family of squirrels!” screamed Ben, begging for forgiveness. “ I love squirrels! I’m so dumping my boyfriend so we can be together!” Scarlett proclaimed. Ben lifted her in his arm as they made their way to the door to run away together. Before they can leave Steve speaks out.

“ Hold up now! What is going on? Aren’t you all supposed to be dead?” said shocked Steve.

Mitsy was the first one to speak up and explain. “In case you haven’t noticed already, but we all faked our deaths. We wanted to wait it out and see who the last one was which would be the murderer. Since we all faked our deaths I’m assuming though.....how do we figure out who the murderer is since Steve didn’t kill any of us?”

“ Well, Mitsy shut the CD off before we could hear all of it so maybe we should listen to the rest of it to explain it all,” Ben said. They all crowded around the CD player while Genna turned it on.

“ ...Doesn’t that sound like a good story line for a mystery? No one is the real murderer here. I just wanted to see how this could all play out so I could create a mystery story. You will all recieve a large amount of money in return for helping me complete this task” Boomed the monotone voice.

They all nervously laughed it off as they started to return to their rooms to get their stuff so they could leave the island, to confused about the details that had happened in one day to even write a mystery book. Then they notice that Cleveland isn’t there.

“ Where’s Cleveland?” they all exclaimed.

“ Right here!” screamed Cleveland. “Thanks for leaving me behind in the basement all by myself and not checking on me!” Cleveland then dr  ew   out a gun and shot everyone down. He then took out his other big mac in his pocket and then takes the next boat off the island. The End