"COME BACK!!!"

Chatterbox: Pudding's Place

"COME BACK!!!"

"COME BACK!!!" You cry tearfully as the dog wrenches his leash out of your hands. "COME BACK!!!" You yell again, soon realizing it's futile to yell any longer. That was your friend's uncle's friend's daughter's dog, and she had entrusted you complete care of him. You'd better start looking for him, then. As you call through the streets, you see a brown streak cross the road and head right for you! It's Marty! Except... what's that in his mouth?! It's the neighbor's cat! No, wait, it's just a cat-shaped note. Grabbing it, you unfurl it to see that it says,

Hello, person! You have been selected to come to our private farm for a relaxing, looong getaway from home. Don't bother signing in, just show up! Max visitors is 24; we'll close the gates when the quota is met. Pack your CAPTCHAs and AEs; we don't want to be bored, now do we? Just pack a few items, and your dog will show you the way! 

                Signed,

               Abigail V., Vacation Manager of the Resort Farm

P.S. We aren't responsible for any deaths, injuries, ect.

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Uh-oh. You've heard of these before. Do you want to risk it? It certainly sounds relaxing, so it may be worth it... 

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submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(November 30, 2015 - 8:36 am)

back to the Pudding's Place

I think I would've died of embarrassment due to lame deaths if ih had 34 people in my ski lodge. I was barely able to think up 24.

submitted by Story Spinner
(April 3, 2016 - 1:31 pm)

Yup. I understand, Story Spinner. I don't believe I've had that problem--unless I'm giving everybody lame deaths and I don't even know it! Oh no! That would be awful. But each death uncovers a clue to the murderer. That, in itself, is a clue. So keep a lookout when the next death occurs...(Which, I hope, is soon. I need to practice my dramatic scene-making skills. I love dramatic scenes, and with enough practice, the last day will be awesome!!! Something to send chills down your spine with excitement and sadness and--I'd better stop now; I don't want to give too much away. OOOOOOOOHHHH!!!! I'm so so so excited! I think there's no way I can do math now without doodling my whole notebook to death!) :P

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The squad of snails slunk through the house, thinking as one. First it decided where it should pick as its first destination: The attic. But they'd have to be careful...They would have to sneak. 
They slid around the many bookshelves and entered the craft room. Then they inched across the craft room and stopped at the doorway into the living room. There was that crazy AE girl and those wierd CATPTCHAs making things at a table. How were they going to get past them? They'd have to be quieter than ice forming. No, a feather. No, quieter than a cat landing on its feet. That's what they'd do. Inch across, quieter than a cat landing on its feet.
Unfortunately, one cannot seem to miss a pile of land-bound mollusks slooooowly 'sneaking' across the middle of the floor. 
"Agh!" Puck yelped after seeing the blob of snails on the carpet. 
"Getm!" Cappy yelled at the same time.
"Heav!" All the CAPTCHAs cried!
Within seconds, the CAPTCHA-made net was on top of the snails. So much for being quiet. Apparently, snails are not that smart on their own. But as Puck and Dragonrider grimly tied up their new prisoners, Puck had a thought. She'd seen Sydney walk past them a few minutes before, but she was nowhere to be seen now! 
"I'm going to see where Sydney went. I'll be right back. Tie that net up with a double fisherman's cinch knot," she ordered, and left the table. The rest of her group sighed with relief; they could finally be free to craft as they pleased! Spyro fished some doughnuts from his trusty suitcase to make a doughnut grenade.
Meanwhile, Puck found the back door wide open.
"What in the..." She muttered. Then she felt a bolt of coldness course through her chest. What if...? Puck pushed the thought out of her mind. She needed to find where Sydney...had ended up.
Puck felt exposed walking out into the enormous backyard. Even though there was a fence surrounding her, it didn't provide much of a defense. After all, the snails had proved themselves able enough to climb it. But where could Sydney be? Puck wasn't sure that any number of snails could pull her over the fence, but they could--oh no--sling her over it. 
Puck ran over to the slinger whatever-number-was-slapped-on-its-side machine. Anxiously, she looked at the places-to-be-slung and saw that there was a fairly new location scribbled on its side: "MHO123456789 "
"Um..." Puck said. "That one doesn't look like it was there before."
Indeed, it stood for 'My Hideout 123456789', and the murderer had added it not too long ago. However, Puck didn't have any way to know that. She simply sprinted to the front of the house, past her group of grenade-makers who were still struggling with tying a double what's-it-called pinch knot, and out the front door.
"HEY, YOU KNOW SYDNEY GOT CAPTURED OR KILLED AND YOU DIDN'T KNOW IT AND SHE GOT SLUNG SOMEWHERE, MAYBE, AND DID YOU KNOW WE CAPTURED SOME SNAILS FOR YOU TOO???"
The farmer and his assistant, to Puck's surprise, had a big net full of snails next to them. In fact, the entire gang of CBers, CAPTCHAs, and AEs were frozen in the middle of congradulating each other. The battle, apparently, was over. Over, that is, until Spyro proudly waltzed out holding a two-stranded-triple fisherman's zip-tie-knotted bag of snails. The rest of the crafting group anxiously followed.
"Uhhh...Spryo," the farmer's assistant said slowly, "how did those snails get inside? And...slow down a second." However, the farmer had digested the information already and began to speak.
"Puck, tell me all you know, and quickly," he commanded. The CBers leaned in closer and formed a huddle. The CAPTCHAs peeked into the ring through the CBers' knees.
"Sydney is gone and there's a new place on the slinger machine. It says something like 'MHO' and a bunch of numbers. I think those snails," here Puck motioned to the bag of snails Spyro was still holding, "put Sydney on it and slung her there."
  The murderer mentally slapped her face. Her plan was working extremely well; as she was seeing all sorts of things that those farm-lovers would do to protect their farm, but she was the one who was going to mess it up! Well, maybe not. If she feigned having to use the restroom, then maybe she could jam the button while she was 'inside the house'.
"Let's go," the farmer said, all too soon. An epic blow was about to be made to the murderer. Again, the murderer slapped her face.
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Chip says, "Ruag." I have no idea what that even means... 
submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(April 6, 2016 - 12:24 pm)

Uh, I'm confused. What is this "slinger machine" you speak of?

Are you referring to the thing that Poetic Panda and Co. threw the projectiles out of during the battle, or am I forgetting something from earlier?

submitted by H.A.B.'s ghost
(April 7, 2016 - 5:36 am)

Le Slinger Machine is from le first and foremost dae. Dragonrider wennte first, and le CBers were slung fromme it, to the 'death parade'.

submitted by Farmer's Assistant, The Resort Farm
(April 7, 2016 - 11:37 am)
submitted by Come Read Me!, Being read, hopefully
(April 6, 2016 - 7:29 pm)

H.A.B, read the "Day 0 ~ Part 2" on page 3. The slinger in the Micearenice A.K.A The Farmer's Assistant's post is the same as the 'odd contraption that looked as if it were meant for flinging people' In "Day 0 ~ Part 2" hope I helped! 

And, BTW, Micearenice, I really like your new post! This Murder Mystery Ski Lodge is keeping me on my toes! I'm pretty sure the Murderer is Dragonrider, though. This is pretty much the face that i make while reading your posts: O.O

submitted by Coconut the dog, age I forgot, In the bed
(April 7, 2016 - 11:18 am)

Thanks so much!

*Sighs* I wish I could say something about the murderer, but that would pretty much defeat the whole point of a ski lodge.

submitted by Micearenice
(April 7, 2016 - 3:18 pm)

The plot thickens.....*evil grin*

submitted by Shadow Dragon
(April 7, 2016 - 11:05 am)

Oh, I see. Thanks!

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(April 7, 2016 - 2:48 pm)

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