Part 82: Ep. 56: I Guess The Butler Did It
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At the conclusion of our reenactment, Carl looks shocked and then starts to cry. Gordon also looks as though he's going to cry, but I sense his displeasure is more aesthetic.

Or maybe he's just a zombie of refined senses, Sam. Anyway, we are rewarded for our terrible play: we gain access to the Cyrus costume, and also--sigh--two more dispatch missions.


Sam runs upstairs to where Zoe stands.


And shortly, Sam will!

Our suspects gather in the foyer, beneath the guttering chandeliers.

Madame Zoe steps aside and Sam comes forward.



Everyone gasps in shock and whirls around to stare at Carl.

Who is just as shocked as everyone else.



Madame Zoe is maaaad.


We made everyone mad at him and now he's crying.

Carl runs off towards the kitchen.

Violet runs after Carl. A thoughtful Sam watches her go, then turns to Buddy.

Sam runs down the stairs, heading for the kitchen, leaving Buddy behind.
Pause.

Zoe shakes off her anger and returns to the head of the stairs.

Zoe turns to Buddy.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen...

sob sob


Sam enters.




Carl cannot be comforted; he turns around and starts to cry again. He then wipes his eyes, and...

Violet turns to Sam.



I'm sure we could. I'm sure we will!


Violet giggles at the very thought before forcing herself to be gloomy again.

Sam makes up his mind. Mischief is afoot!

Dun dun dun!
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