The Guilty Tool

Colonel Mustard liked sleeping on the window seat in the study. He especially liked it just after three in the afternoon because the sun would shine through the large panes of glass precisely into the right spot. It was a quarter to four in the middle of his nap when it happened. When everything went absolutely disastrous. At first, only a shadow flitted by the window but soon it turned into a small tapping noise that gradually grew louder and louder. Now the Colonel slept quite heavily when he got going but even the soundest sleepers would wake up to glass shattering all over there face. The thing that really woke poor Mustard were the sharp shards that had caught him snoring. In a split he was off his makeshift bed, his tired darting around the room while he spat diamonds out of his mouth. He took in a heavy breath, regaining his composure and that was when he found the culprit. There was a small toy wrench right beside the window seat, and he knew that it had not been there before he began his daily ritual. Now the only thing to do would be to find the guilty object's partner or in terms of crime, his accomplice.

Colonel Mustard very carefully peered out the window, and saw a mass of brown tousled hair disappear behind his favourite lilac bush. He pocketed the small tool and a small smile crept onto the military commander's face. He headed out of the study quietly whistling to himself.

A/N: This is the second Clue piece I have done. Again, this is a game played for Cafe Chi.