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Tina, this is not
"on the way home from school."

I've never seen
this street before.

Are we
on Stranger Danger Avenue?

We're almost there.
I promise. I think.

Ugh. Still can't believe
I wasn't invited.

- Invited to what?
- Julian's having

a casual pre-Halloween gathering

to play video games
and eat candy corn

and it's not
technically a party,

but I'm gathering that they
don't want me to be there.

What is it, do I have BO?

- Or NTCUO?
- What's that again?

Not Totally Clean
Underwear Odor.

- It's funky, but fun.
- Gene--

I had to help Alex feel better,
for blabbing it to me.

See you at Julian's gathering.

- What? When?
- Oh...

- Is Julian having a gathering?
- Oh...

Yeah, but, Gene,
I feel terrible.

You know what? If you're
not going, then I'm not going.

Uh, no.
You don't have to do that.

I-- I don't care.

- You should definitely--
- Oh, thank God.

'Cause I really want to go.

Ugh...

- Gene, I--
- Yes. This is it.

Nothing? We come all this way
and you don't buy anything?

Their barrettes weren't
knifey-looking enough.

This is so you can wear them
on your fingers

- and be Barrette-y Krueger?
- Yes.

- It is a good costume.
- But a hard-to-find barrette.

Look at this.

Look at their freaky
little heads.

- That's our reflection.
- No, the dolls.

Got to be a strange place
to work.

You must feel huge.

That's Miss Bisselbender.

The substitute teacher?

- Yeah.
- Okay... Guess we're going in.

If the dolls come alive,
we'll step on one

to give them something
to think about,

- and then we'll run for it.
- Huh? Oh.

Uh, yeah. Good plan.

- Hi, Miss B.
- Oh. Hi, Gene.

Is this where
you sleep at night?

Were you about to shrink down
and climb in there?

I can't shrink down,
but I have napped behind the counter.

This is my parents' store.

Well, look at you,
having parents.

Look at you,
having an entourage.

- Are they bodyguards?
- Ha. My sisters.

Tina and Louise.
This is Miss Bisselbender,

- The substitutioner.
- Hi. We've, uh, met, actually.

Yup. Uh, nice store.
Very dolled up.

Thanks. Sometimes
I open up for my folks

and watch the place
when they're out of town.

They're at Dollhouse
Doll Fashion Week.

That's my worst nightmare.

Yeah, the designers are
cutthroat.

Oh, my God!

- Whoa!
- Sorry. Sorry.

I did that.

I set it up
so I could take pictures.

I do that sometimes
when I'm alone in the store.

Which is pretty much 100%
of the time I'm in the store.

I send pictures to my friends.
Especially this time of year.

- Halloween?
- Corporate tax return deadline.

- Oh.
- No, Halloween.

Cool, cool, cool.
Lucky friends.

Now I want a dollhouse.
More please.

I don't know if I should--
Okay, just my top ten.

Whoa. You're a genius?

I think you and I are
the only ones who know that.

Those dolls look how I felt today
when I heard about Julian's gathering.

I was decapitated by sadness.

Sadcapitated.

So... should we get going?

Yeah, I guess you're right.

It's three-days' walk back
to the restaurant.

Uh, yeah. Hope our supplies
don't run out.

Bye, Miss Bisselbender.

Maybe Ms. Twitchell will
donate her other kidney

so you can come back
and sub in my homeroom again.

That was fun.

That was fun.

Good job watching
all the movies I played,

I mean, learning all
the stuff I taught you.

Bye. Don't fall asleep here.

- The dolls will steal your eyes.
- Yup.

Can I...
talk to you for a second?

Um... Okay.

- Weird.
- She's probably

thinking about your birthday,
picking out

- a little friend for you.
- Oh, no.

Louise, no!

What is it?

It's a dollhouse
murder mystery

hosted by me
and Miss Bisselbender

tomorrow morning
at the dollhouse store.

- Why?
- What do you mean why?

Because I'm a creative
little whippersnapper

and it's a fun, festive,
almost-Halloween event

and, uh... yeah.

And you set it all up?

Yes, I mean I will,
with Miss Bisselbender.

I'll be going
over there early.

I've got the script
right here.

That's what you were writing while
Gene and I worked in the restaurant?

- Not that we noticed or anything.
- Yes.

And we're supposed to be okay
around all those dolls,

and we're supposed
to solve a crime?

Yes. There are clues
and it's a whole thing.

I want to do
a dollhouse murder mystery.

No, it's not for grown-ups.

But Miss Bisselbender's
a grown-up.

She plays with dolls.

Anyway, it's not for you,
it's for Gene and Tina.

Gene, you'll do it, right?

Sure. I'm not doing
anything else.

Well, what if I just
come and watch?

What? No. Don't you have
to run a restaurant?

Your own crime scene?

- Your dad can open.
- Wait, by myself?

Yeah. Just for a bit.

But Teddy
will probably come in

- and then it would just be me and Teddy.
- Yeah, so?

Well, you know how he started doing
hand and wrist exercises?

Oh, yeah.

So now all he talks about
is his grip strength.

Please, don't leave me
alone with him.

He keeps making me
shake hands with him

and he squeezes too hard
and he says...

"Do you feel that?
Do you feel that?"

- Okay, you can come.
- Yay!

Ugh. Fine. I just feel
like you two should find

people your own age
to hang out with.

Here we are, ready to solve
a doll murder,

and hopefully not be doll-murdered.

Starting to rain.

Is that part of the mystery,
do you think?

I don't know how
she'd arrange it, but maybe?

Ooh.

"Private event." So exclusive.

Like Julian's exclusive thing,
which is happening today.

Aw. Poor Gene.

I'm glad you're with us

instead of doing PlayStations
with dumb boys.

- Mm.
- Welcome.

Please, right this way, detectives.

I just like to murder
the dolls for the photos,

and, clearly, as an act of
aggression against my parents...

who I love. But Louise added
this whole mystery thing.

So much work.
This isn't for school?

Not at all. Better
if the school doesn't know

about my murder pictures, actually.

- No problem.
- So this is just for fun?

Um, well, I mean, you know...

Tina and Gene will be
shown the scene of the crime,

they'll be able
to interview the suspects,

to review evidence,

and then, they will be asked
to solve the crime.

And I have coffee and bagels
for the grown-ups.

- Did you say mimosas?
- I, uh...

Sorry. Sometimes she thinks
things sound like "mimosas."

One of these days,
I'm gonna be right.

Coffee's good.
Coffee's better.

Thank you.

Can we do this?

So a group of men
who once attended

the same fancy all-boys
boarding school

have each received
an invitation to come to this house...

The luxurious and remote estate
of one of their classmates,

Mr. Sweater.

This was the scene
last night at dinner.

This is Mr. Sweater
at the head of the table.

Handsome. For a doll.

This is Mr. Brown Suit, this is Mr. Tie,
this is Mr. Funny Eyes,

this is Mr. Stiff Arms,
and this is Mr. Jacket.

Tiny, beady-eyed,
semi-handsome man dolls.

Thank you, Tina.
Mr. Sweater explained

he recently learned something,
something disturbing,

having to do with an incident

that happened back
in their school days,

and he brought them all here
to discuss it.

This much was overheard
by the private chef, but nothing more.

What was Mr. Sweater
upset about?

That's for you to uncover
in the course of your investigation.

But here's what happened
later that night...

- Ah!
- Oh!

Ready.

I'll be playing some
sound effects on my phone.

It's an app.

That night,
the chef discovered

Mr. Brown Suit dead on the floor
in the living room.

He was bleeding
from the side of his head.

And this decorative item
was found on the floor nearby

with his blood all over it.

The chef called the police
who arrived and called the coroner.

Mr. Brown Suit was pronounced
dead at the scene.

The crime scene has
remained untouched.

No one who was in the house
at the time of Mr. Brown Suit's death

has been permitted to leave.

You two are
the detectives who arrive

in order to question
the guests and determine

exactly what happened here.

You should know there's
a storm in the area.

It may cause periodic
and possibly

theatrically
dramatic blackouts.

Yup. Thank you.

Is there something written
by where the body was?

Yes, Mr. Brown Suit appears to have
written something in his own blood.

His right index finger
would suggest that, anyway.

Oh, look at his little finger.
Red.

It says "camel toe"?

- Wait. What?
- Yup.

Huh.

I have questions.
Not detective questions.

"Me to you" questions.

I can explain. It's like
when a lady's pants--

No. I mean,
not "what is it?" Why is it?

I didn't know about it
till I went to a pool party

at my cousin Sheri's house.

She had
on this tight florescent--

- Lin.
- Mom!

Gene, please, just keep going.

All will be revealed.

Yeah, all of my cousin Sheri
was revealed--

- Mom.
- Sorry.

Did he move? Oh, God,
did that doll fricking move?

No, that-- that's where he was.

Never mind. All good.

"Special hours today.
Open at 12:30."

What? No! What? Why?

"Teddy, don't be upset.

Go home and use
your gripper till then."

Okay. All right.

That's a good idea.

I wonder if I can do
a thousand on each hand.

Bob's gonna flip out
when I tell him I can do a thousand.

He'll be like, "What? No way.

Teddy, you just keep
wowing me again and again."

So we interview the guests?

Yes. They're ready
in the library.

You can use
the room downstairs

to interrogate each one
individually.

Okay, so, um,

let's ask some dolls
some questions.

I'm totally comfortable
with that.

Mr. Funny Eyes, where were you
between the end of dinner

and the time Mr. Brown Suit's
body was found?

I was in my room.
I can prove it.

I live streamed my workout.
I'm a personal trainer.

Interesting.
Funny eyes. Serious body.

- Gene, make a note.
- Mm.

Mr. Stiff Arms.

Where were you
between the end of dinner

and the time of the murder?

Going sideways
through doorways?

I went into town after dinner.

Mr. Jacket was with me.

You did, huh?

- It's true.
- Where'd you go in town? Alibis "R" Us?

I'm bad cop, you're good cop.

Unless you want to be bad cop?

I'm good. I mean,
I'm good with good cop.

We went
to the cool jacket store.

'Cause we like cool jackets.
As you can see.

I was in my room.

Can someone confirm that,
Mr. Tie?

Yeah, Mr. Sweater saw me there.
He came to talk to me.

- About what?
- Old stuff.

You know, like "Hey, remember
all that old stuff?"

Let's talk to Mr. Sweater.

So this is your house,
you're the one who organized

- all this?
- Yes.

Interesting. Interesting.

You were talking to Mr. Tie

when Mr. Brown Suit was killed?

- Yes.
- What were you talking about?

Something that happened
a long time ago,

when we were in our elite
boys-only boarding school.

What was it?
And don't leave out any details.

They might be important. Did all
the boys shower at the same time?

That's just an example
of a detail that might be important.

- But did they?
- Sometimes.

Hmm. Mm...

I learned recently
that there was an event.

Something that I wasn't
invited to.

What kind of event?

A small Halloween gathering
at Mr. Jacket's.

- Louise, what is this?
- Just then, you hear a scream.

And... ready.

- Mr. Tie is dead.
- Whoa!

It appears he's had a fall
when the lights were off.

Or was he pushed? A lot?

Would you like to examine
the scene?

Has he got something in his pocket?

Is it a piece of paper?

Huh. Looks like a tiny
newspaper clipping.

Oh. Tiny clue.

Um, how much of this
did Louise explain to you?

'Cause I assumed everything,

but I'm starting to think
maybe nothing.

- Explain what?
- Um, this.

That you're a nice lady
who does creepy stuff

in a totally cute, not creepy
at all dollhouse store,

and Louise got excited?

Uh, well, it's...
it's more than that.

Uh, does it involve camel toe?

- Yup.
- Yup, I figured.

Um, lot of talking over there.

Sorry, we'll whisper.

It's kind of, um,
there's some backstory.

Ooh, backstory.

- The whispering's louder somehow.
- Sorry.

Nine hundred and...

ninety-nine...

One thousand!

Oh! Yes!

Oh, Teddy, you did it!

Ah, it's not 12:30 yet.
Damn it.

Eh, maybe I'll text Bob.
He'll want to know.

Oh, God, my hands.
They won't close.

No! What have I done?

Ah! Ah! My hands!

Mr. Tie's twisted body
has been removed.

You have the article
you found in his pocket?

What'd you learn from that?

That there was an accident
at the boarding school

when all these boys
were seniors.

A teacher fell from
a third-floor window and died.

- Oh, no. Sad.
- Shh.

- What? It is.
- Shh.

Okay.

So, any questions
for these fellas?

- Yeah. Who did it?
- Did what?

Killed Mr. Brown Suit
and maybe Mr. Tie.

And why are teachers
falling out of windows?

Mr. Sweater.
Mr. Sweater must have killed

Mr. Brown Suit and Mr. Tie.

Aha! Or, uh, why?

He's the one
who brought us here.

He's not the killer.
He just wants to know

why he wasn't invited
to your gathering.

Gene. You can't let
your personal feelings

influence your judgment
about the case.

Yes, I can.
Because my personal feelings

are part of it
for some reason.

- Why is this about me?
- It's not.

- Wait. Is it?
- I mean...

Ready.

- Ah!
- Oh!

Mr. Stiff Arms.

Another accident?
Tripped and fell?

- Mr. Stiff.
- It's Mr. Stiff Arms.

- What'd I say?
- You said Mr. Stiff.

You're Mr. Stiff.

Geez. Power outages.

This is a very dangerous place
to have intermittent power problems.

You think he fell, um,
under the couch leg somehow?

I didn't do it, I swear.

Well, I didn't do it.
I didn't move.

Either one of you could have.

The only one
I don't suspect is the chef.

The chef was hiding
behind the door.

Damn it.

We've got three bodies
and three suspects.

Mr. Funny Eyes
is a personal trainer.

Probably super strong,
super-tight core, tight buns.

- Could he be doing this?
- I don't know.

Can we skip ahead to the end
and you tell us all what's going on?

Gene, can you just play
a little longer? Please?

Gene, we've gotta ask about
that teacher that died.

That has to be important.
Are you with me, partner?

Okay, fine. I'll ask.

So why doesn't someone
tell us what happened

on that day at the school

when the teacher
fell out the window?

Well, we didn't
push her or anything.

Mr. Funny Eyes, shut up!

You don't have to say
anything about that.

"We," Mr. Funny Eyes?
Who's we?

All of us. We were all there.

I mean, till Mr. Sweater left.

He had to go number two.

- Number two.
- Mom, shh.

- Yup.
- Ready.

We flash back to the
boarding school 20 years ago.

We're in the library,
on the third floor.

It's a study period.

All the boys were there
except Mr. Sweater.

The teacher was named
Miss Bickelbonger.

Uh, Miss Bickelbonger was the proctor
for a study period in library.

She was wearing a pair of pants
that fit a bit more

snugly than she thought,
and were maybe a bit clingy.

And the thing is, she had
worn them before at school,

and so me and some of the other boys had
some running jokes about it.

Shut up, Mr. Funny Eyes!

I'm telling what happened,
Mr. Jacket!

Not if I break your face!

That's enough.
Gene, hold Mr. Jacket.

Mr. Funny Eyes, continue.

There were tall windows
on the third floor

and Miss Bickelbonger
got up to open them

and let in some air and, um,
when she turned back around,

she noticed us whispering and giggling.

Sorry. Sorry.

Please leave me a message.

Voicemail! No! Bob!

I-- I can't use my hands.
I can't turn the doorknob.

I can't do anything.

Eh, it took me so long to
dial the phone with my nose.

Please! Pick up!

If you're satisfied
with your message, please press one.

Um, it's on silent now.
I think.

- I can't tell, actually.
- Bob, shh.

- Yup.
- Right.

Louise, I don't know how
you know any of this stuff

and I'm confused
and I don't like it.

I don't know how to
say anything except to just...

can we keep going just
a little bit longer, please?

Ugh, fine.

Okay, so Mr. Funny Eyes
continues...

We were giggling.

Miss Bickelbonger asked
what the laughing was about.

And we didn't answer,
but Miss Bickelbonger,

she sort of followed our eyes,
I guess.

And then she saw
what we were laughing at,

and she started
tugging at her pants,

and that made us laugh more.

And Mr. Jacket
was laughing the most.

And she was pretty upset
at that point,

and he kept laughing,
even after we stopped,

and she kinda backed up

and she was also still
trying to adjust her pants,

and she backed right up
to that big open window

and she just...
went over backwards.

Death by camel toe.

- Toe-micide.
- And then what?

We lied!

We didn't tell
the police anything.

We said none of us
saw her fall.

Mr. Jacket made us
swear we'd never tell.

And we felt bad,
but we went along with it

'cause I guess we just
wanted to move on, you know?

Ivy League universities
don't love it

if you've laughed someone
out a window.

Even back then
it was frowned upon.

Too bad Miss Bickelbonger
couldn't move on.

'Cause she was dead!

- Storm.
- Yeah, I know.

- Sorry, you looked confused.
- I'm not confused.

- I'm just standing here watching.
- Shh.

- Whoa.
- Whoa.

Okay, that's you, Mr. Jacket.

You just did that,
um, somehow.

And we know the motive.

To keep him quiet
about what happened.

If I was trying to do that,
I would've done it sooner.

Plus, your partner
is restraining me.

All right, then, um, Mr. Sweater,
you're the killer after all.

I would never hurt anyone.

Oh, perfect Mr. Sweater!

"I would never hurt anyone."

This is why I didn't
invite you to my gathering back then.

You're too nice.
You were always like,

"Don't make that
very funny running joke

about Miss Bickelbonger's
pants situation."

That's why
you didn't invite me?

- Ah!
- Oh, boy.

- Whoa, the head's gone.
- Okay. Case solved, right?

Mr. Sweater
did it for revenge?

He killed them all
for revenge?

- Did he, Gene?
- No.

- No?
- No!

You're correct. It was...

- The chef?
- Correct.

- The chef. The chef did it.
- Yes.

- I called it.
- No. They just--

You can't predict the murderer
after the case is solved.

- I knew it was him.
- I don't think you did.

Yes, I said it's either
Mr. Jacket, Mr. Stiff,

Mr. Sweater, Mr. Tie,
or the chef.

So, one of the characters
in the story did it.

Uh, yes. Hello?

- Right. No, no, that's--
- Pay attention, Bob.

- Yep.
- Wait. Why was it the chef?

What was the motive?

Because the chef
is not a boring old-man chef.

- Yeah, Bob.
- Mm.

It is, in fact, Mr. Sweater's
sister, Miss Sweater!

The chef is Mr. Sweater's sister?

Yeah. She hated
what they did to her brother,

and she killed them all
in revenge.

Wait, what did they do
to her brother?

- Not invite him to the thing.
- So she killed them?

- All those years later?
- Yes.

I don't want to play anymore.

Louise!

What the heck is going on
with you and Gene?

Louise murdered a bunch
of Miss Bisselbender's parents' dolls

instead of telling me
something she wants to tell me!

Is that right?

Uh...

- Is that right?
- Yes.

Ooh.

- Louise?
- Uh...

- Can I help?
- Please.

This is what I was trying to say before.

Um, a week ago, I was subbing
in the sixth-grade homeroom.

Uh, Gene is wonderful,
by the way.

- Yeah, he is.
- Really?

- Yeah.
- I mean, at school?

Uh, are you kidding me?

Yeah, uh, yeah. Of course.

And I was a good sub.
Press play on the movie,

press stop
at the end of the period.

And one day we had "library,"
which is great for a sub.

You just bring the kids
to the library.

But, turns out
that the fourth grade

also had library
during that period,

so I came across Louise,
who I didn't know at the time,

and she was just
sort of standing there

and then I realized

that she was listening
to some sixth-grade boys

talking on the other side
of the shelves.

Hey, did you catch
the substitute's camel toe?

Yeah.

- And Gene said...
- What's camel toe?

And they told him,
and he and I learned what that means

and I don't see
what the big deal is.

Mom, I think
you have that a lot.

- What?
- And then Gene said...

Guys, come on.
Miss Bisselbender's nice. I like her.

And they stopped laughing
and you said...

Speaking of camels,

I've got a hump that
I've gotta go take care of,

if you know what I mean.

I've gotta go to the bathroom,
is what I'm saying.

Mr. Ambrose,
I need a bathroom pass

and can you mark it "express"?
That'd be great.

And then they said...

Hey, are you gonna invite
Gene to your gathering?

Yeah, I don't know,
he's kind of a Goody Two-shoes.

I mean, could we
even joke around?

Yeah, I need to talk about
Miss Bisselbender's pants situation.

I-- I need to process.

- Those tweeny twerps.
- Yeah. I heard them.

We both heard them.

I didn't fall out of a window,
but it was awkward.

I was gonna talk to the boys,
but then I wasn't sure what to say.

And I didn't even know Louise
was Gene's sister until yesterday.

And I was about to say
something to those idiots,

but I didn't. I choked.

Then at lunch that day,
I was about to tell you.

But I didn't because
I would have to admit

that I didn't say anything
in the library.

And it's the exact opposite
of what you did.

You just said the nice, decent thing
without even thinking about it.

Then walking home,
I was about to tell you.

And at home,
I was about to tell you.

And then I tried
to just not think about it

and I didn't even know
if they were still having

the stupid gathering,
but then you found out about it

on Friday, and I went
through it all again.

And then we saw
Miss Bisselbender in here.

And she showed us the crime
scene pictures and I just...

I just wanted to make
a dollhouse murder mystery

that somehow, uh,
was like, um...

An explanation and an apology
and a compliment

using murder, for a sweet kid
who doesn't judge people

by their possibly
too tight pants situations,

and who I think made
a real impression on his sister.

Yeah. All of that.

And I didn't know Mom and Dad
were gonna come.

It was cooler in my mind
without them.

Aww, you're welcome.

Anyway, sorry.

So you're saying you didn't
know how to tell me

that the reason I didn't
get invited to the party

is because I'm too wonderful?

- Yeah.
- I get that. It's hard on the others.

Louise, you can also tell me.

- Next time, right? Big sister?
- I know.

- Or your mom.
- Uh, I'm, uh, also an option.

- I'm a good listener.
- People, please.

What can I say?
I communicate this way now.

I want to do
a dollhouse murder mystery

- about who broke the remote.
- Wait, what?

Mom and Dad, pay the woman.
We're taking this home.

- No.
- We can't get that.

Damn it. What about this one?
It's smaller,

but it's got a great layout
and a lot of natural light.

- No.
- Sorry.

This one's got blood all over it,
probably discounted.

I mean, it's thread.

Come on! Are we not walking
out of here with a dollhouse

to remember how Gene stood up

for Miss Bisselbender's
camel toe?

Not today, hon.