mr. boddy

Good Times for a Change

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2K-ish

Summary: Bucky desperately wants to be happy… with you.

A/N: I almost wrote this for Dean. I had decided to write it for him… but then Bucky feels hit and GAH! It fits them both, I think. I wasn’t sure whether or not to include the lyrics, but since I don’t think many people actually listen to the recommended songs, I thought it best to add them for context. Song is  Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want by The Smiths.

Bucky was nervous about meeting everyone. Steve had brought him back to the compound, away from the hustle and bustle of the city, in hopes that the peaceful environment would aid him in his recovery. Everyone was polite, even if a few were a bit annoying. 

“Where’s Y/N?” Steve asked. “She was excited for today.” 

Bucky looked at his friend in confusion. Why would anyone be excited to meet him? 

“Outside,” Wanda replied with a knowing smile. “Go say hi.” 

Steve led him out, where soon they they came upon you, struggling with a small, but rather heavy looking tree. 

“Y/N? What are you doing?” Steve grinned at the state of you. 

“No! It’s not ready!” You tried to block the tree from their view, even though it was taller and wider than you. Steve laughed while Bucky looked at you wide eyed. Your shoulders slumped and you sighed. “It was supposed to be a surprise. It’s a plum tree. Surprise,” you gestured to the tree. 

“You got me a tree?” Bucky asked in disbelief. 

“Yeah,” you rubbed your forehead with the back of your hand, leaving a smudge of dirt in its wake.


You smiled sweetly, making his heart skip a beat. “I heard you like plums.”

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Tiny But Mighty -Sherlock Holmes-

Originally posted by sherlockbbcgifs

This is such a sweet gif of Sherlock, but it has absolutely nothing to do with the oneshot so you should just roll with it. 

Requested by @scoobydooblake  

Prompt: To distract Sherlock, you suggest playing a game of CLUE to pass the time. Little do the two of you know that you’re both incredibly competitive. 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

  “How about a walk?” 

  “For the final time Sherlock, John was very clear on your rules. You seem to not notice that you are getting over being sick and you have broken blood vessels in your eye. You’re not leaving the flat!” 

It had been a few days since the incident with Culverton Smith, and Sherlock Holmes was not a man that you could keep confined inside for very long. He lived and breathed adventure, and to spend his days inside was driving him insane. 

Sherlock sat up from his spot on the sofa, a mischievous grin spreading across his battered features. “We’ve still got CLUE.” He suggested, pulling the game box out from underneath the sofa. You’d heard alot about this game from John since you’d become Sherlocks girlfriend after The Reichenbach Fall, but you’d never had the experience to play it yourself. 

  “I’m so going to regret this.” 


  “Y/n, can you be any slower? John may return with Rosie at the rate you’re going.”

 You leaned forward on your knees and intently studied the game board. “If you don’t shut up, you’re going to learn what my wrath looks like.” You snapped, pressing your lips together as his eyes lit up. It had been an hour and a half since you started, and his sarcastic comments about your actual lack of knowledge for this game was beginning to get under your skin. “Who’s to say that Mr. Boddy wasn’t killed in the sitting room? What incentive does the butler have to off his boss?” 

  “Like I said, you see but you do not observe.” 

  “I observe that you’re a cheater! You can’t use your deduction skills in this game!” You cried out. Sherlock quirked an eyebrow as you jumped to your feet and stood in a fighting position, your hands fisted in front of you. “I’m going to fight you, Sherlock Holmes.” 

The grin that spread across his face made your heart melt. “Do you want me to teach you how to observe?” He mused, gasping as you took another step forward and lightly punched him in the forearm. “I observe that you’re the cutest short human being I quite possibly have ever seen in my life.” 

  “This cute human being is going to beat that adorable smirk off your face.” You collapsed in his embrace and smiled as he kissed the top of your forehead, wrapping his arms around your waist as you flipped off the CLUE board and launched it across the room. “I vote next time you’re incapacitated and on doctors orders that we just watch movies, and you deduce the endings until your heart stops. Sound good?” 

  “Can I spoil the movies for you?” 

  “We’ll talk about it.” 

John entered the flat with Rose balanced on his hip and rose an eyebrow at the disaster that was the CLUE board and pieces. His eyes flickered towards where you sat on the sofa, Sherlocks head in your lap and the rest of his body curled up in the fetal position. “Good Lord, it looks like a tornado came through here.” He mused, sitting the baby down in her high chair. “I take it CLUE went as expected?” 

  “I may or may not have threatened to beat him stupid for cheating.” You kissed your biceps and wiggled your eyebrows at John. “I may be tiny, but I’m more mighty than anything Sherlock Holmes can deal with. He should fear me.” 

  “You’ve been saying that since we met, and believe me, we all fear your ferocity.” 



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Ms. Scarlett, Belle of the Ball  for Clues Revisited by @greenfooddog

Name is Scarlett Valentine, 22. She lost her parents from a tragic plane crash and she was forced to live in foster care. Right now her current career, non-sexual event escort.
She likes to wear shiny outfits and she likes to visit the opera. Will always wear deep shades of lipsticks. 

Motive to kill Mr.Boddy…
Doesn’t have any personal motives to kill Mr.Boddy. But she’s ambitious and a smart psycho — she might do it for the thrill. 💸🔫 

@greenfooddog I hope you like her. 😃 She’s up on my gallery. My origin is Pillowcreek. 💛💚 

‘Meow’ Chapter 10: Sleeping with a Friend (Sort Of)

Movie Night, Snuggling and a Murder Most Foul!

“Mr. Boddy’s not really dead,” Sherlock commented. “He faked it to get away with a murder.” They were watching Clue and Sherlock was surprised at how much he was enjoying such a trivial activity.

“Do you always deduce movies?” Molly laughed, lightly shoving his shoulder with hers.

“I rarely watch them,” Sherlock replied. “But, to answer your question, yes.”

“You are just—”

“Annoying?” Sherlock provided.

“I was gonna say amusing,” Molly told him.

“I don’t usually get that reaction,” he informed her. “People normally tell me to sod off.”

“Well, I’d never tell you to sod off,” she smiled.

“I hope to never give you a reason to,” Sherlock spoke quietly. It was more said to himself, but Molly heard him clearly.

They were in the middle of the second movie, Murder by Death, when they fell asleep. There they were, the laptop still playing the movie while curled up together. Sherlock’s arm was draped over her waist, lightly resting his hand on her tummy. Molly’s hand lazily rested on his. He had his face buried in her hair, his lips lightly touching the back of her neck. Stirring in his sleep, Sherlock pulled her in tight to his chest, nuzzling his nose against her soft skin. A soft sigh escaped Molly’s lips in the form of his name.

Mary entered 219B early the next morning to find Sherlock holding Molly in his sleep. Toby rested on top of their tangled feet. She didn’t want to disturb them but, needing to get changed, called out to them.

“Good morning, sleepyheads,” she announced loudly.

Their eyes fluttered to the scene before them and then, “Ah!” It was shouted simultaneously as they jumped apart from one another, Molly nearly falling out of bed. Toby hissed, being woken up so rudely. Mary chuckled at how flustered they both were.

“Looks like you two had quite the night,” she teased.

“What? No, that wasn’t,” Molly rambled.

“Relax, I’m just joking,” Mary laughed. Sherlock stood, making his way toward the door.

“Yes, well, I must tend to my experiments now,” Sherlock stated, slipping out of the room.

“He’s got it bad,” Mary smirked.

“He does not,” Molly blushed. “Even if he did, he’d never want to.”

“The answer is always going to be ‘no’ unless you ask,” Mary encouraged.

“The answer will be 'no’ if I do ask,” Molly countered. “It’s not worth the heartbreak.” Mary only sighed as she dug through her clothes to find something nice to wear.

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Game Night - (Semi)Naegiri One-Shot

“The killer is… you!” Makoto Naegi shouted, pointing his finger accusingly.

“What?!” Aoi Asahina yelped. “No way!”

“Then prove it,” Makoto responded, smirking playfully. “I accuse Miss Scarlett of committing the murder in the Study using the Rope!” He moved Hina’s red game piece and the small plastic rope into the ‘Study’ square with his own green piece on the board.

Naegi, Asahina, Kirigiri and Fukawa were seated around a circular wooden table within Hina’s personal quarters at the new Hope’s Peak Academy. Hina wanted to set up Friday nights as a recurring “game night” for the surviving members of the 78th class when they were on or near the campus.

Byakuya Togami expressed total disinterest in the such “frivolities” from the start, and on this particular Friday, Yasuhiro Hagakure was busy spending time with his mother. That left the current set of four. Aoi Asahina sat on one side of the table, with Kyoko Kirigiri on the opposite end. To Kyoko’s left was Makoto Naegi, and on Hina’s left sat Toko Fukawa.

One of these four was far more skeptical about this week’s choice of game than the rest.

Kyoko Kirigiri looked at Makoto with a side-eyed glance. “Upon what do you base your accusation, precisely?”

“Uhhh,” Makoto groaned uneasily. “Well, I started near the Study.” He pointed at plastic rope on the game board. “And the rope piece stood out as looking kinda cute?”

She gave him a withering gaze and pursed her lips a bit, clearly unimpressed with his logic. “Is there somewhere we can obtain information on the state of the body?” Kyoko asked.

“That’s not part of the game,” Toko told her glumly.

Kyoko looked irritated. With mounting disbelief, she ran down the situation: “So for unknown reasons, we somehow have no way of knowing whether Mr. Boddy was killed via blunt force trauma, strangulation, gunshot wounds-”

“Right,” Makoto told her with a nod.

“And what about these cards?” she demanded, holding up the row of cards that she had fanned out in her gloved hand.

Hina’s face brightened. “It’s time to use those now!” she informed Kyoko excitedly.

Upon hearing that, Kyoko looked mildly intrigued. “Okay… what is the implication of a given card?” she asked.

Hina looked at Makoto for an explanation of the question. She shrugged at her, then told Kyoko, “They’re just random.”

Kyoko rolled her eyes before providing further explanation of her question: “If I have a card for a given room, does that mean I’ve investigated that room for evidence? And if so, how do I investigate additional rooms? Do I just-”

“No no, nothing like that,” Hina told her. “When someone shows that they have the card for a given particular room, object, or person, you can prove that they aren’t the items in the envelope for Mr. Boddy’s murder.”

“And how am I proving this?” she asked. “Did I investigate the item or location for evidence and come up dry?”

“I… well, it’s more like a process of elimination,” Hina offered.

A few seconds passed as Kyoko’s eyelids slowly drooped to a half-open position. “What,” she spat.

“Think about it, Kiri,” Makoto said good-naturedly. “There’s only one card of each type. If you have the card for a specific thing that the accuser calls out, you can therefore prove to the accuser that the items in the envelope can’t be exactly the ones he mentioned because you have one or more of those unique cards. Therefore, they’re not in the envelope!”

Kyoko gritted her teeth, letting a soft groan of anguish slip out as she stared at the cards she clutched. “Is a 'Cluedo’ something other than a clue?!” she asked aloud to no one in particular.

“Ah… no,” Naegi told her, sounding semi-apologetic. “I’m pretty sure it means 'Clue.’”

“In North America,” Toko explained, “The game is actually called 'Clue.’”

“I see,” Kirigiri said flatly. “In that case, they named it poorly. The creators should’ve called it 'Guessdo’ or 'Wild Accusation-do.’”

“Should I have brought some potato chips?” Asahina teased. “Because Kirigiri-san is liking it salty tonight.”

Toko snickered a bit, though she attempted to cover it up with a cough. Makoto did his best to hide his face behind his set of cards as he smiled. The source of his smile was Kyoko’s attitude rather than Hina’s wisecrak, however; his girlfriend’s frustration was awfully endearing.

“Wasn’t this made in America?” Hina asked the group. “So they would’ve called it 'Guess.’”

Toko shook her head. “It’s originally from England. And it was designed by one person.”

A small sigh escaped from Kyoko. “Very well,” she accepted. “The creator named it poorly. … 'Unfounded Suspicion-do.’”

“I think we’re drifting off-topic here,” Makoto said, chuckling. “It’s up to the rest of you all to prove to me that Miss Scarlett didn’t do what I said. But remember: If you have a card to show me, don’t let anybody else see it.”

“Fine,” Kyoko said. She leaned towards her boyfriend and carefully withdrew a card, showing him that it said 'Study.’

“I see,” Makoto told her.

“I have one,” Toko told him. She leaned over the table to hold the card for 'Miss Scarlett’ up to Makoto’s face.

Hina shrugged. “Nothing here,” she told Naegi.

“Huh,” Kyoko said softly. She smirked with confidence. “So two elements of his three-part guess were wrong, and I only know one of the incorrect elements for certain. The other one… I have to discover that for myself.”

“I’m surprised he even got one part,” Toko said bitterly. “It’s the first try. You must be cheating.”

“I’m not!” Makoto fired back quickly. He shrugged. “It’s gotta be the luck, heh.”

Makoto then turned and placed his right hand on Kyoko’s shoulder, asking her, “Are you getting into it, then?”

“Somewhat,” she admitted begrudgingly. “It’s not a genuine 'Mystery Game,’ regardless of what the box claims. However, I… suppose I respect the logical reasoning that one can apply to it.”

“That’s the spirit,” he said brightly. He moved all of his cards to his left hand as he rubbed her shoulder gently with his right hand. “It doesn’t have to be serious detective work — we can just have a good time.”

“Sure,” Kyoko said, smiling at last. “I believe I can appreciate that.” She leaned over and kissed Makoto on his cheek, causing him to blush shyly and drop his right hand to the tabletop. “Thanks for your understanding and support,” she finished sweetly.

“Thanks for the delays,” Toko countered. “Quit holding up the show, Kirigiri. Show Hope Boy a card or move your piece or something.”

“And no collusion allowed!” Hina warned the two of them as she watched Kyoko place her left hand atop Makoto’s right. She pointed a finger accusingly at their hands as she went on, “It’s not fair for you guys to use your couple-y skills to Sherlock-and-Watson this game like you do with real mysteries! This is serious!”

Makoto half-smiled. “It’s more serious than real murders and mysteries?” he ventured with amusement in his voice.

“Well, it’s… n-no!” Hina acquiesced in a strangely adamant tone. “I just mean this game is about everyone being out for themselves!”

Kyoko’s brow was furrowed in concentration with her eyes locked to the game board. “Very well,” she said absently. “But first… can someone explain why we don’t consider any of the items shown on the board?”

“Do what now?” Hina blurted.

Kyoko pointed at the square for the 'Library,’ noting the illustration that wrapped around its edges. “For example: In this room, I see plenty of bookends and even a lamp that could be used to bludgeon a man to death here,” she noted. “Why aren’t these all potential murder weapons?”

“Hoooooo boy,” Makoto responded, chuckling again.


CLUE The Movie -  Fan Cast

Every so often a rumor goes around about remaking one my favorite movies! I don’t think it needs a remake, but if one happened, this is who I would cast.


Clue: Fairy Tail Edition

a dumb idea that i’ve been tossing around for a long time and finally decided to draw. the outfits are based on the 1996 edition of the game that i own. out of all the versions, it’s definitely my favorite which is why i picked it.

the weapons are natsu’s scarf, poison laced ice cubes, decorative katana, broken wine glass, non-magical celestial keys, and a lacrima. zeref is mr. boddy/black xD

(caption:  Inspector Lynley guest stars as Colonel Mustard; Lewis looks skeptical.)

The Dead of Winter:  A Cluedo Primer for Americans

Next Sunday’s Endeavour (Prey) is to take place at Crevecoeur Hall, a location already familiar to fans of Lewis.  The Dead of Winter is one of the very best Lewis episodes because it is at the same time the most disturbing and light-hearted.  Disturbing because his Lordship Augustus Mortmaigne is revealed to be a pedophile who took an interest in the children on the estate- possibly even James Hathaway.  Light-hearted thanks to Monty the cat, the antics of DC Hooper, Classic Robbie failing to grasp Laura’s double entendres, and all those Clue references… which are the subject of this post.

Flashback to a young Muffinzelda in high school Latin class: when we learned the verb “ludo,” (play) my teacher shared that our beloved murder mystery board game Clue is really Cluedo in the original UK version.  Many such little tweaks were made to the game, so I (a hopeless American) originally failed to appreciate just how many Cluedo references there were in the Dead of Winter.  
Sure, I had picked up on Miss Scarlett and that the first murder victim was hit in the head with a candlestick, but it wasn’t until I was in the international foods aisle of the supermarket that I realized that Colman is a brand of mustard in the UK- therefore Colonel Coleman = Colonel Mustard.  MIND BLOWN.  At that point, I knew that there must be more that I was missing.  Most of the following information I gleaned from the following Wikipedia pages:  and

-the first murder victim in the Dead of Winter is Dr. Stephen Black.  In Cluedo, Dr. Black is the murder victim as well, but we know him as Mr. Boddy in the States.

-Dr.  Black in Cluedo lives at Tudor Manor; Dr. Black in the Dead of Winter lives at Tudor Crescent.

- Miss Scarlett.  ‘Nuff said.  

-the aforementioned Colonel Coleman/Colonel Mustard is played by Nathaniel Parker; the Lynley/Lewis scenes are another reason that this episode is one of the best.

-The Dead of Winter’s art historian Professor Pelham sounds suspiciously like Professor Plum.

-The Dead of Winter’s Reverend Jasper is meant to be Cluedo’s Rev. Green. (Jasper being a green-hued mineral).  We know him as Mr. Green stateside.  According to Wikipedia, “Parker Brothers insisted on the name change as they thought the American public would object to a parson being a murder suspect.”  This is funny because it is true.  (File under Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone because ‘Muricans won’t get philosophy…)

-More of a stretch:  Elizabeth Woodville was known as England’s White Queen during the War of the Roses.  The Dead of Winter has a Frances Woodville, who could stand in for Mrs. White.

-Is Mrs. Peacock present in any way?  Maybe I missed it!

The Dead of Winter definitely merits a re-watch before Sunday night’s Endeavour episode “Prey” airs.  According to Prey’s IMDB page, James Hathaway’s dad Philip is to make an appearance alongside a whole slew of new (old) members of the Mortmaigne family.  This is the episode that will tie the Morseverse together, so I can’t wait to see what writer Russell Lewis has in store for us.  

No air date for Lewis series 9 or Endeavour series 3 in the US as of yet =(  So I’ll be watching the Twitter feed to see your reactions…  (Come on, PBS, get it together!)  

wodsworth- sherlock? in attitude at least?
mr. boddy- moriarty (i mean. just look at him.)
miss scarlet- irene
mrs. peacock- lady smallwood
ms. white- mrs hudson
colonel mustard- john
mr. green- mycroft
professor plum- tbh i have no idea

Since it seems to be accepted truth that Rincewind = Shaggy from Scooby-Doo:

Gaspode: Oi! That’s not my name… Um, I mean - arf, woof?

Shaggywind: What’s with all those screaming noises?
Fred Ironfoundersson: Oh, a horde of monsters showed up and kidnapped Daphngua.
Shaggywind: Huh?! Aren’t you going to do something?!
Everyone: *turns and looks toward the screaming, which suddenly cuts off*
Daphngua: *walks back into view, spattered with blood, cleaning gore out from under her fingernails*
Fred Ironfoundersson: Oh dear, looks like it’s too late.
Shaggywind: Zoinks! Those poor monsters. Were they the ones that drove around in large all-terrain automobiles?
Daphngua: Yeah… Jeepers.

TwoVelma: I’ve solved the mystery! Mr. Boddy was murdered by…
TwoVelma: *pauses dramatically to adjust glasses and hat with “I ❤ A-M”*
TwoVelma: *grabs hold of the face of the person standing next to her*
TwoVelma: Susan Sto Helit’s grandfather!
Everyone: Gasp!
TwoVelma: He had… Nnngh! Had cunningly disguised himself as a - Grrr! Why won’t this mask come off?! Um, as a skeleton, which I can prove, as soon as-
Tall, Cloaked Figure: Kɪɴᴅʟʏ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʜᴜᴍʙ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴇʏᴇ sᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ. Bᴇsɪᴅᴇs, I ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ - ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ I ᴀʀʀɪᴠᴇ, ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʙʏ ᴅᴇғɪɴɪᴛɪᴏɴ.
Fred Ironfoundersson: Oh, dear. We’re very sorry that we falsely accused you, sir - and sorry that we interrupted you while you were ordering a take-away palak paneer spinach-and-cheese bowl at the Curry Gardens.
Tall, Cloaked Figure: Aɴᴅ I ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀ ᴡʜᴇʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪᴛ, ᴛᴏᴏ, ɪғ ɪᴛ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴅᴅʟɪɴɢ ᴋɪᴅs.

TwoVelma: Come on, everyone! I’ve arranged suitable transportation for us.
TwoVelma: *points at the Luggage, which has been painted in a cheerful blue-and-green floral motif, with the words “Conundrum Container” stenciled on the side, and a shoe shop’s worth of flip-flop sandals (much akin to those worn by 1970s Roundworld hippies) stuck on its countless feet*

bbcromance  asked:

hey marcel im gonna watch clue rn so what is it about

its based on the board game! okay so these people get invited to this dinner party in a mansion in new england in 1954:, colonel mustard, ms. white, miss scarlet, mrs peacock, professor plum. however these are not their real names and as far as theyre supposed to know, theyre total strangers. then it is revealed they have been invited by mister boddy- the man who has been blackmailing all of them! he gives each of them a different weapon: a candlestick, a lead pipe, a rope, a gun, a knife, and a wrench. the lights go out and BOOM- MR BODDY IS DEAD! but who did it?! the whole film is them and the butler played by tim curry and the maid yvette trying to find out who did it and not get caught- and the really cool thing about this movie is while it was airing in theatres the audiences were shown different endings, without knowing until they talked to people who viewed it elsewhere!!!!! but if you watch it online anywhere they should show all the endings. i love clue

Mr Green. In the Hall. With the Revolver.

Ask Jeeves provided us with various references not only to the popular board game, Clue, but also to the 1984 movie. (which if you haven’t seen, you need to immediately stop reading this and go watch it or the rest of this won’t make sense).  There were all the classic weapons, the quotes that referenced characters, the same amount of bodies that piled up, and the classic reveal at the end. However, it was possibly even more intriguing to realize that every single character from the movie was also represented throughout the episode.

The Clue Characters

Mrs. Scarlett is shown to be a beautiful woman who uses her body to get what she wants.  When we first meet her, she is using her figure to get Professor Plum to offer her a ride to the house.  Similarly, Beverley spends the entire episode trying to get a very different kind of ride from her own Professor Plum, Sam. Miss Scarlett is also revealed to run an escort service and at one point during the episode Beverley is seen searching online for a hot, rich man for herself.

Mrs. White is a black widow who claims that “husbands should be like tissues: soft, strong, and disposable.” She is revealed to have had multiple affairs and the latest of her five husbands had been found with his head chopped off.   Amber not only wears white throughout most of episode in a clear indication as to what her role is in Ask Jeeves, but her husband is murdered by having his head chopped off with an axe.   She is then implicated in the murder as Heddy insinuates that Amber killed Stanton for his money.  Although he is later revealed to be innocent of this crime, it turns out that Amber wasn’t as innocent as she appears and Stanton’s accusations of her affair are entirely correct.

Mrs. Peacock is a jabber-mouth who talks so much that within the first few minutes of dinner one of the other guests queries if she is afraid of silence.  Her mirror, Heddy, is the one person in the episode who is constantly making conversation - be it in an attempt to charm or argue with one of the other characters.

Colonel Mustard is a war profiteer, but the other characters in Clue only find this out about him later on in the episode. It is originally thought that he is being blackmailed for his use of the services that Miss Scarlet’s business provides.  Dash is introduced by Heddy as “Harvard Business,” and is clearly someone who knows how to use his brain to make money.  Inversely to his mirror, he is later revealed to be sleeping around - as he is the person Amber was having her affair with.

These two are both identified by Dean in episode when he tells Sam to “keep an eye on Mrs. Peacock and Colonel Mustard” when Heddy and Dash begin arguing about Amber.

Professor Plum spends a majority of the movie hitting on any member of the party with a vagina whenever he has the opportunity.  In the same way, Sam flirts with the cougars who are after him - albeit awkwardly and for the case.  However, the real link between the two of them becomes evident when Professor Plum’s secret is revealed - he was once a professor of psychiatry whose medical license was taken away for sleeping with his patients. This immediately brought to mind Dean’s accusation in Soul Survivor that Sam isn’t any better than monsters - he preyed on humans who were at their lowest to gain access to what he wanted.  Both betrayed the trust of those who were their responsibility.

Mr. Green reveals himself to be a homosexual near the beginning of the episode (Although I would speculate that he is bisexual as he states that he is going to go home and sleep with his wife at the end of the episode.) and is promptly underestimated by his narrow-minded companions.  In a similar fashion, Heddy and Beverley speculate that Dean (as well as Sam) is a homosexual and Olivia completely underestimates him, referring to Dean as, “the cute, dumb one.” However, Dean drives all the action of the episode using his brain.  First he discovers the hidden passageway leading to the attic where he finds Olivia.  This is when I first realized that Dean was a mirror for Mr. Green as there is a hilarious scene in Clue where Mr. Green ends up in the attic with the hot maid whom every other male had wanted to be paired up.  However, Dean’s brilliance doesn’t end there as he is the one who discovers the type of monster that they are hunting and realizes that the dinnerware is fake silver so they need new weaponry in order to kill the shifter.

At the end of Clue, Mr. Green ends up shooting Wadsworth and revealing his true identity as an FBI agent. In much the same way, Dean shoots Olivia and brings her game to an end in Ask Jeeves.  With these actions, his true identity is revealed as overkill finds a new definition in the 9 bullets that find their way into Olivia’s body.  Both men end up saving all the other people in the house with them and thus end the game of Clue.  If asked who killed the monster of the episode, Dean can as easily say as Mr Green that, “I did. In the Hall. With the Revolver.”  However, Dean’s identity was revealed in the process of his kill.  Although he had been pretending to be fine and holding himself back from killing since he was “cured,” the Mark is once again taking a hold of him as he yearns more and more to give in to its call to kill.

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