Tonight, we celebrate Mr. Boddee’s birthday but don’t be fooled. This isn’t about balloons and buttercream. His so-called “friends” didn’t show up for cake they came armed with grudges.
On the guest list: the gold-digging Miss Scarlett, the obnoxious Professor Plum, the widowed Mrs. Peacock, the secretive Col. Mustard, the misunderstood Mr. Green, and the perpetually mistreated Mrs. White. Every single one of them has a bone to pick with Boddee’s erratic, arrogant, and selfish ways. Translation? Half the room wants him gone and the other half just doesn’t want to get caught.
And before the candles are blown out, someone’s going to get bumped off.
That’s where YOU come in. With the “help” (and we use that term loosely) of our lovable but hopelessly inept security guard, Happ Hazzerd, you’ll wade through a mess of lies, suspicion, And outrageous antics. Whodunnit? Where? With what? Can you sift through the clues, survive the chaos, and unmask the killer?
Only one thing’s certain: tonight, the mystery is served hot, the laughs are endless, and the crime is on the menu.
Colonel Mustard
“Colonel Mustard, secret agent… allegedly. A cross between James Bond and a malfunctioning Roomba. He’d call himself ‘007’, But that is too hard to remember. His “gadgets” consist of Tic Tacs, duct tape, and a sport coat that smells faintly of gin. Try not to look directly into his eye patch. He doesn’t have one, but he’ll insist it’s invisible.”
Mrs. Peacock
“Ah, our poor, widowed, Mrs. Peacock. Once wealthy, now living on coupons, sticky fingers, and spite. She insists Mr. Boddee killed her husband, though she’d happily kill anyone who outbids her on eBay. Behold her handbag: equal parts fashion accessory, treasure vault, or perhaps, deadly arsenal?”
Mr. Boddee
“Observe the proud visage of what is left of Mr. Boddee — a businessman so shady, even his shadow has a lawyer. Known for swindling his friends, insulting strangers, and never once tipping above three percent. If you listen closely, you can almost hear him yelling at a waiter. Lacking any aspect of good character, he is the kind of man you love to hate.”
Miss Scarlett
“Here hangs Miss Scarlett, patron saint of prenups, platinum credit cards and plastic surgery. She claims to be in love with Mr. Boddee, though she flinches whenever the word ‘will’ isn’t followed by the word ‘inheritance.’ In her free time, she practices fake crying and keeps her secret dating schedule busier than an Uber driver on New Year’s Eve.”
Mr. Green
“Next, we encounter Mr. Green: landscaper, gossip, and certified plant daddy. He loves his Aunt White, box wine, and Ficus trees — though not necessarily in that order. He once said he’d die for his plants. Unfortunately for him, that might not be a metaphor. President of the “Scarlett is a Skank” fan club.
Professor Plum
“Professor Plum, ladies and gentlemen. A man with a PhD in history and getting bullied, and additionally a master’s degree in making women beyond uncomfortable. He dreams of romance, but his seduction technique mostly involves trivia about the Mayans. His weapon of choice? Desperation.”
Mrs White
“Here we find Mrs. White, the domestic goddess with a thousand matches won. She wrestles, cooks; she cleans, endures relentless abuse from her employer, and quietly dreams up ways to get “even” between soufflés. She knows every secret in this house — and possibly in yours. Notice the gleam in her eye: part longing for the respect she deserves, part homicidal impulse.”
“Ladies and gentlemen, the portraits have suspicious eyes as well as alibis. Proceed carefully. Somewhere among them lies a killer… or at least someone with incredibly bad taste in wallpaper.”
Get a Clue
Dec. 4th 2025 | Time is TBD
|Location is TBD
Tonight, we celebrate Mr. Boddee’s birthday but don’t be fooled. This isn’t about balloons and buttercream. His so-called “friends” didn’t show up for cake they came armed with grudges.