Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I gotta remember to pick her up one of those cute French maid outfits

Romping with my school chums in the fens and spinneys--

had not yet been established.

to Nightmare Inn.

- our man of a thousand voices. - Oh, it's a huge pleasure.

And so the case was closed.

If he did, he never would have agreed.

Yes, I was taking a breath of air.

No, the trouble is he doesn't know how to stop directing.

This must be Mr. Wing, the silk merchant.

- Oh, really. - Yes. You know,

Oh, there's your brother.

and that my dwarf was too tall!

and O'Toole, the handyman. Are you up to it?

- You can't cut that, you can't. - Stop whining. We have a play to do.

willing to take six dialect parts unrehearsed?

From the dwarf's entrance.

and try to find the reality.

Hans, the German butler.

It's nothing serious. I think she just wrestled in some bad Jell-O.

to play a wily old Scotland Yard inspector.

- Hello. - Bulldog, Gil.

I can't believe any of my guests could be a multiple murderer.

You don't think he knows how to direct?

Yes, I'm sorry, Niles, but you're doing brilliantly.

I'm Nigel Fairservice, inspector. I was strolling in the garden

welcoming you to KACL's re-creation of the original Mystery Theater.

Sorry I'm late, Frasier. I just spent two hours in the dentist's chair.

you'll know the full, dark secret of Nightmare Inn.

I was baffled. They all had alibis.

the tragic death of my father.