Professor Plum stumbled on a root, not used to outdoor settings, his job dealing with desk work, and offices. He could see Miss Scarlet doing the same.

"Here is the guest house where you will be staying," continued the butler, who was taking them on a tour.

"How long will this take," Mr. Green thought to himself, checking his watch, he had to do an online business meeting in fifteen minutes. Miss Peacock tripped, and caught herself on Colonel Mustard. She shrugged him off in disgust, as he made eyes at her.

"Why did she need to be with such gross and weird people. Her model job never had anyone like this." she hated when no one treated her like the world famous person she was.

"Is there a bathroom anywhere?" asked Mrs. White, looking from face to face.

"Uhh, right inside the main house, if you take a left at the first hallway, and then another left, and then two rights, and then the first door on the right," the butler responded.

"I have to go myself," said Mr. Green, taking this moment to get his meeting set up.

"Okay," stuttered the butler, but you will be missing out on some of the tour. Mr. Green didn't even respond, and just left. "Does anyone else need to leave?" asked the poor butler. Everyone raised their hand.

Inside the main house-the Body Estate-everyone went their separate ways, looking around for their host.

"What I need right now is some Vodka," murmured Colonel Mustard, with the butler no where insight, he had to look for it himself, and that is how the found the limp, already dead, body of their host, Mr. Body.