Get a Clue: Part 4-He's Harmless
Butler and John had a little talk with Charlie. They apologized for keeping him locked up, but he was going to spoil their little game. Did he like games? Sure, Charlie liked games. ... What game?
Butler: See, we're having a mystery weekend at the manor. The mascot's hiding from us somewhere in the house and we need to find her. Everyone on his--or her--own. A big prize is at stake. We can't have you outside in the van giving away hints about what you've seen. Know what I mean?
Charlie: Oh, right. Cause I like to hang out in front of the manor, you mean, and talk to Josey when she comes to get her fudgesicle. Not that she'd be doing much of that in all this rain though. So ... can I play? I'm good at sneaking around and stuff.
Butler: We might be able let you play. But for now, it's better that you stay here out of the way. Everyone will visit, and you can ask them about the game. How about that? Then maybe later we can let you join us--once you've learned all the clues. All right?
Charlie knew they weren't going to let him out. No way. They didn't want him playing their game. He was too good at games, and they knew that. Well, he'd just have to find his own way out of these rooms, that's all. Charlie had to think. And he did his best thinking while he was driving.
Charlie's first visitor was a little white-haired lady, Mrs. Peacock. She acted real funny. Charlie didn't think she trusted him, so he didn't say a word. He knew he shouldn't upset Mrs. Peacock--she wasn't the friendly type.
Miss White didn't look too friendly either. She was nervous and her eyes shifted around a lot. But she acted all motherly and concerned for Charlie. And she brought him food. At first Charlie didn't want to eat, but he was hungry, so he took a risk. And it was ok. He didn't get sleepy like when he'd eaten Mr Didit's apple.
Charlie really enjoyed Colonel Mike's visit. They watched TV together and laughed. But the Colonel didn't want to talk about the Mascot Hide and Seek game. Charlie got nothing new out of him. But he did notice Colonel Mike glancing at the sealed window behind Charlie's chair. Was it a way out?
Then Josey came to visit. He hadn't seen her for two days, but she was as lovely as ever. Josey had always been nice to Charlie, so he told her how mad he was about being locked up. Couldn't she help him?
Charlie wasn't happy about that news. He didn't have any money, not even in his ice cream till. He always gave Josey her fudgesicle free of charge.
Charlie: Aw, Josey. You know me. I'm not going to spoil anyone's fun. ... Say, why don't you and I work together. I'll be on your team--but you can keep the prize.
Josephine: Let me think about it, Charlie. I like you. Honest I do.
Charlie: I think you'd do better if I was your partner. I don't like the way some of these guys play. They look a little greedy to me, Josey. What if you get hurt? I'm worried about you.
Josephine: That's so sweet of you, Charlie. You really are a doll. But ... but it's only a game. I'll be fine.
Charlie didn't agree. He was no fool, even though people thought he was. That was ok with him. He enjoyed tricking everyone. He learned a lot of secrets pretending to be the fool. In the end, Charlie outsmarted them all.
Charlie: What do you think, Tiddle? Should we sneak out of these rooms tonight? Do a little exploring? ... Yes, let's do! ... Oh no, we better keep Tattle Bear out of it. You know he'll tell on us. Can't have that, now can we?
Tiddle: Chatter, chatter! Chit, chit, giggle!
Charlie: Good idea! The Professor should be here any minute. Now you keep quiet and don't give us away, Tiddle.
Charlie moved into the bathroom next door and stood by the window. He checked the locks and the cemented casing. There was no way he could sneak out this way without making a lot of racket. He needed a key.
Peter: What are you doing, clown? Don't even think about it. There's no way out of here for you, except in a straight-jacket. I know all about you, Charlie Stalker. So might as well give in.
Charlie: Give in to you, Professor Plum? Or should I call you Doctor Prune, my favorite psychiatrist?
Peter: Well, well. Recognize me too, do you? You always knew more than you let on, didn't you, Charlie? But that's all over now. It's time we had another of our little ... chats.
Butler and John had a little talk with Charlie. They apologized for keeping him locked up, but he was going to spoil their little game. Did he like games? Sure, Charlie liked games. ... What game?
Charlie knew they weren't going to let him out. No way. They didn't want him playing their game. He was too good at games, and they knew that. Well, he'd just have to find his own way out of these rooms, that's all. Charlie had to think. And he did his best thinking while he was driving.
Josephine: Charlie, I can't do anything right now. Why don't you just relax and when the others have calmed down, we'll, uh, let you join our game. You have to earn everyone's trust since you didn't pay to get in.
Charlie: I think you'd do better if I was your partner. I don't like the way some of these guys play. They look a little greedy to me, Josey. What if you get hurt? I'm worried about you.
Josephine: That's so sweet of you, Charlie. You really are a doll. But ... but it's only a game. I'll be fine.
Charlie: What do you think, Tiddle? Should we sneak out of these rooms tonight? Do a little exploring? ... Yes, let's do! ... Oh no, we better keep Tattle Bear out of it. You know he'll tell on us. Can't have that, now can we?
Charlie: Good idea! The Professor should be here any minute. Now you keep quiet and don't give us away, Tiddle.
Peter: What are you doing, clown? Don't even think about it. There's no way out of here for you, except in a straight-jacket. I know all about you, Charlie Stalker. So might as well give in.
Peter: Well, well. Recognize me too, do you? You always knew more than you let on, didn't you, Charlie? But that's all over now. It's time we had another of our little ... chats.
