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dr_whomSo as I mentioned, I spent at least as much time at this year's Mystery Hunt writing and performing showtune parodies as I did actually solving puzzles. And so I thought I'd post my team's lyrics here for posterity, since I suspect a lot of people on my friends list would be amused by them. The way the Hunt worked was that each musical had to incorporate the answers to the two corresponding metapuzzles, so there are spoilers for the meta answers within. For convenience I've labeled the songs being parodied.
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leech
(The metas' stipulations for A Circus Line were that it had to include an ELEPHANT IN A TUTU and THROW GRAMMAR OUT THE WINDOW. Fortunately our team had an elephant on-site, so the role of Barry the Elephant in our production was played—with some assistance fromleech—by Barry the Elephant himself, wearing a tutu assembled for him out of construction paper by mollishka. I have, however, taken the liberty of mostly throwing grammar back in the window for this edition of the script, to make it easier on the reader.)
ZACH:
We don't get many elephants auditioning for the chorus, so I'd like to ask you a few questions. Barry, what was it like when you started training at the circus?
("Nothing")
BARRY:
Every day for a year we would try to drive a racecar,
drive a racecar,
full of clowns.
Every day for a year we would try to do a backflip,
juggle torches,
upside down.
So I crouched right down to the bottom of my cage
'cause I couldn't learn this crap;
I crouched right down to the bottom of my cage
and I tried to nap.
And I did nothing,
A big fat nothing;
If you want something, go ask the chimpanzee.
They might do something,
But I did nothing;
Instead I cherish every day of lethargy.
ZACH:
That's exactly the kind of work ethic I'm looking for in a dancer. Tell me, if you couldn't be in the circus anymore, how would you feel?
("What I Did for Love")
BARRY:
Kiss the tent goodbye,
the jugglers and the tightrope.
We did what we were trained to,
but I can't recall
what I did for nuts,
what I did for nuts.
ZACH:
That's very poignant. Do you have any final words, perhaps a climactic musical number?
("One")
BARRY:
One
pachyderm sensation,
occupying center stage!
one tutu-clad gyration
working for peanut wage!
One day you're trying a backflip that's sure to fail;
You stomp on one lousy toddler and can't make bail!
One
fortnight out of prison, and you can forget the rest;
Elephants are second best to none, son.
There ain't nothing you can do to
Stop an elephant in a tutu
weighing five tons!
leech and me
(The CORNY CLUES are to be found in the lyrics of the final song; the DRAWLING was provided by Jane C. in her excellent performance of the role of Curly.)
("Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin'")
CURLY:
There's a dark crimson stain on the meadow,
there's a dark crimson stain on the meadow;
The body's as torn as an old husk of corn
and his family will soon be a-gatherin' to mourn...
Oh, what a beautiful murder,
oh, what a beautiful corpse.
I've done a wonderful job of
trampling his face with a horse.
("I Cain't Say No!")
WATSON:
I'm just the guy who cain't solve crimes;
I'm in a terrible stew.
I always say, "We don't have time,"
just when he spots the next clue.
When a genius asks a doctor's help,
I know he ought to think of something smart;
But I can't hear my own thoughts above
the beating of my Sherlock-lovin' heart!
I'm just a guy who can't solve crimes,
can't seem to solve them because
Every last thing Sherlock does
Makes my heart twitter and buzz—
I cain't solve crimes!
("Oklahoma!")
HOLMES:
El-
ement'ry is the clue we see here on the ground,
where the victim lies, and his demise
left some kernels scattered all around.
El-
ement'ry that this man was skewered by a knife;
since the corn's still fresh, it is my guess
that the murderer must be his wife.
We know that the stabbing was planned,
for this bloody print matches her hand!
So when we hear
(yeeow!) that Scotland Yard is near,
We only tell them: "This case is solved! Element'ry!
Element'ry, my dear!"
leech
(The meta requirements for this musical were RAPUNZEL HAS AFRO and CAST HUGE TV ACTORS, and we—as they say at MIT—basically punted on both of these by casting Jimi Hendrix as Rapunzel and Ed Sullivan as the Giant, and then announcing that, given that certain members of our cast were unavailable that evening, we would instead perform a scene in which their characters did not appear.)
("Prologue")
NARRATOR:
Once upon a time—
CINDERELLA:
I wish...
NARRATOR:
—in a far-off kingdom called Bethel, New York—
CINDERELLA:
More than anything...
NARRATOR:
—lived a young maiden—
CINDERELLA:
More than life...
NARRATOR:
—a sad young lad—
JACK:
I wish...
NARRATOR:
—and a baked-out hippie.
HIPPIE:
I wish...
CINDERELLA:
I wish to go to the festival!
HIPPIE:
I wish I had some weed!
CINDERELLA:
I wish...
JACK:
I wish I could get laid!
NARRATOR:
The poor girl had a crush on Pete Townsend.
CINDERELLA:
I wish to go to the festival
and listen to The Who!
NARRATOR:
And as for Jack...
JACK:
I wish...
NARRATOR:
He had never even kissed a girl.
JACK:
I wish to meet a hippie chick
and get to second base!
NARRATOR:
The hippie believed that a curse had been placed on his house—
JACK:
Or third...
NARRATOR:
—but only because he was really stoned at the time.
HIPPIE:
I wish—
it's not for me, it's for my granny in the woods—
just a toke of weed,
please,
to bring my poor old sober granny in the woods!
Just a toke of weed,
man.
NARRATOR:
Sometimes I fear he's touched.
ALL
Into the Woodstock! Off we go;
We'll head upstate to see the show.
Into the Woodstock! Who could know
it's such a trippy journey?
Into the Woodstock, past the hicks.
(It's on a farm out in the sticks.)
JACK:
Possibly I can meet some chicks
HIPPIE:
And I can drop some acid.
CINDERELLA:
The Who will sing,
and CCR,
and Joan Baez will play guitar.
The Band is a band;
The Dead are not dead—
HIPPIE:
I'd like to make this briefer;
Have you got any reefer?
ALL
Into the Woodstock! Smoke a bowl
for peace and love and rock and roll.
Into the Woodstock! Bring your soul
and find your own nirvana.
Into the Woodstock! now it's time
to party in the mud and grime.
Into the Woodstock, one more rhyme!
JACK:
To shag some girl!
CINDERELLA:
To see The Who!
HIPPIE:
The who?
CINDERELLA:
The Who!
JACK:
The who?
CINDERELLA:
The Who!
HIPPIE:
"Third base!"
JACK:
I wish!
CINDERELLA:
To go the festival!
ALL:
Into the Woodstock!
Into the Woodstock!
Into the Woodstock!
Out of the Woodstock!
Stoned before dark!
HIPPIE:
I wish!
(The metas required this musical to feature the HARVESTing of HEARTS, which we basically took and ran with it, and THE UNEXPECTED DESTRUCTION OF ELABORATELY ENGINEERED ARTIFACTS.)
("Wouldn't It Be Loverly?")
ELIZA:
All I want is a juicy 'eart,
And some bodies to fill my cart,
With limbs all torn apart,
Oh, wouldn't it go bloodily!
Oh so bloodily pulling organs out of rival tribes:
I would never stop, since that's what ritual law prescribes!
Someone's head resting on my knee
(Which is not where it used to be)—
Now that's a sight to see!
Oh wouldn't it go bloodily!
("A Hymn to Him")
HIGGINS:
Why can't a Maya
be more like an Inca?
Incas have culture, religion and art.
They won't be a vulture and tear out your heart.
Happy to welcome you and bind your forehead flat—
Why can't a Maya
be like that?
("I Could Have Danced All Night")
ELIZA:
I could have slashed all night,
I could have slashed all night,
And not run out of hearts.
I could have sacrificed
Not only once or twice;
I'd just begun to start.
I'll never know what made it so auspicious,
Why every child I killed seemed right;
I only know that when we slew a hundred men
I could have sacrificed all night.
("I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face")
HIGGINS:
I've grown accustomed to my heart.
It almost makes the day begin.
I've grown accustomed to the thumps
Resounding as it pumps
My blood, my breath,
My life, my death.
It's second nature to me now,
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I'm very scared that she's a Mayan and so handy with a knife;
Surely I could run away and still preserve my life.
I've grown accustomed to the sense
Of something deep in there—
Accustomed to my heart.
Marry Freddy? What an infantile idea. What a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to do. But she'll regret it. She'll regret it! I'll blow up her elaborately engineered pyramid!
I've grown accustomed to my lungs,
Accustomed to my hair,
Accustomed to my heart.
leech, Lee C.-A., me, and redcat9
(This musical required us to include a DIAL TONE RECITATIVE, which we did, and to WRECK A VW BUG, which happened offstage.)
AUCTIONEER:
Lot 555 then, a VW Bug in pieces! Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Operator! Opera diva Christine Daaé drove her car into the side of the Paris Opera House while talking on her cell phone. (A dial tone sounds. Recitative:) The body was never recovered, but we have the last number she dialed. (He dials the number: 3247*.)
("Think of Me")
CHRISTINE:
Don't text me
while I am sleeping;
don't you have a life?
PHANTOM:
Please pick up;
I'm not a stalker.
You should be my wife!
CHRISTINE:
No, really, stop
Or I will call a cop;
It's very creepy what you do.
PHANTOM:
If you'll just pick up one minute—
Let me talk to you.
("The Phantom of the Opera")
CHRISTINE:
On hold he sings to me, and asks my name.
I say "stop calling me; you're really lame."
Each day it's different; he's always there.
The Phantom of the Operator's here;
The phone's his lair.
PHANTOM:
Call waiting frustrates me; you don't respond.
I call your cell phone, but it's never on.
And so I'm haunting you, because I pine:
The Phantom of the Operator's here,
Inside the line.
Call me, the Phantom of the Operator!
CHRISTINE:
It's he, the Phantom of the Operator! (Mesmerised, she takes out her phone and begins dialing feverishly.)
PHANTOM:
Dial, my angel!
Dial for me!
Dial, my angel!
Dial for me!
(Christine faints.)
("The Music of the Night")
PHANTOM:
Busy signals heighten irritation.
Hear it, feel it, echo each vibration.
I'm waiting for your call,
pacing up and down the hall;
if you'd only use your ears and not your sight
and listen for the ringtone in the night.
(The iPhone "Marimba" ringtone sounds.)
(The stipulations from the metas included DONKEY O.D.S (get it?) and ALT F-FOUR.)
("Man of La Mancha")
SHREK:
I am I, Don Eshreko, the ogre of La Mancha!
I frighten the birds from the trees!
My hideous visage drives all to distraction,
The worst thing that anyone sees!
DONKEY:
I'm Donkey, yes, I'm Donkey;
I gripe at my master till the end.
I'll tell all the world glumly,
He's obnoxious, but my friend!
Fiona sent me to find a blue flower with red thorns. (He finds a flower of some kind.) Maybe this is it. It looks good? (He eats it.) Wow, look at all the colors! Everything has red thorns! (Sadly, Donkey has overdosed on something that was no good for him, and collapses.)
SHREK:
Hear me, models and artists and servants of looks,
All your vanity worship is past!
For an ugly endeavor is now undertook:
What's inside will matter at last!
GRAPHIC ARTIST:
Yeah, yeah—there's nothing inside but zeroes and ones.
("Barber's Song")
Oh, I am a graphic artist and I animate this beast.
With my SGI work station I will surely earn a feast.
He is bits and bytes and pixels, though he thinks he's something more.
If he gives me any trouble, I can always ALT-F4.
SHREK:
Hand it over!
GRAPHIC ARTIST:
But this is nothing but my laptop!
SHREK:
Fool, dost thou not know what this really is?
(The graphic artist panics and hits ALT-F4; Shrek collapses.)
("The Impossible Dream")
GRAPHIC ARTIST (breaking character and singing directly to Codex):
To dream the impossible dream,
To write the unwritable song,
To type when my wrists are too weary,
To stay up five hours too long:
This is my quest,
To hunt for that coin,
To follow the puzzles,
However they join,
To solve cryptograms
Without shower or rest,
To be willing to walk in the cold
In pursuit of our quest!
And I know if I'll only by true
To not winning this game,
Then next year will be peaceful and calm
And I won't go insane.
And the Hunt will be better for this:
That some team that's less covered in scars
Will bring new inspirational puzzles
To match Hunts like yours or like ours!
As I said, I had a great time at this Mystery Hunt, although not for the exact reasons I expected to. But that's not what's important right now. What's important is this:
A Circus Line
—by me andleech(The metas' stipulations for A Circus Line were that it had to include an ELEPHANT IN A TUTU and THROW GRAMMAR OUT THE WINDOW. Fortunately our team had an elephant on-site, so the role of Barry the Elephant in our production was played—with some assistance from
leech—by Barry the Elephant himself, wearing a tutu assembled for him out of construction paper by mollishka. I have, however, taken the liberty of mostly throwing grammar back in the window for this edition of the script, to make it easier on the reader.)ZACH:
We don't get many elephants auditioning for the chorus, so I'd like to ask you a few questions. Barry, what was it like when you started training at the circus?
("Nothing")
BARRY:
Every day for a year we would try to drive a racecar,
drive a racecar,
full of clowns.
Every day for a year we would try to do a backflip,
juggle torches,
upside down.
So I crouched right down to the bottom of my cage
'cause I couldn't learn this crap;
I crouched right down to the bottom of my cage
and I tried to nap.
And I did nothing,
A big fat nothing;
If you want something, go ask the chimpanzee.
They might do something,
But I did nothing;
Instead I cherish every day of lethargy.
ZACH:
That's exactly the kind of work ethic I'm looking for in a dancer. Tell me, if you couldn't be in the circus anymore, how would you feel?
("What I Did for Love")
BARRY:
Kiss the tent goodbye,
the jugglers and the tightrope.
We did what we were trained to,
but I can't recall
what I did for nuts,
what I did for nuts.
ZACH:
That's very poignant. Do you have any final words, perhaps a climactic musical number?
("One")
BARRY:
One
pachyderm sensation,
occupying center stage!
one tutu-clad gyration
working for peanut wage!
One day you're trying a backflip that's sure to fail;
You stomp on one lousy toddler and can't make bail!
One
fortnight out of prison, and you can forget the rest;
Elephants are second best to none, son.
There ain't nothing you can do to
Stop an elephant in a tutu
weighing five tons!
Okla-holmes-a!
—byleech and me (The CORNY CLUES are to be found in the lyrics of the final song; the DRAWLING was provided by Jane C. in her excellent performance of the role of Curly.)
("Oh, What a Beautiful Mornin'")
CURLY:
There's a dark crimson stain on the meadow,
there's a dark crimson stain on the meadow;
The body's as torn as an old husk of corn
and his family will soon be a-gatherin' to mourn...
Oh, what a beautiful murder,
oh, what a beautiful corpse.
I've done a wonderful job of
trampling his face with a horse.
("I Cain't Say No!")
WATSON:
I'm just the guy who cain't solve crimes;
I'm in a terrible stew.
I always say, "We don't have time,"
just when he spots the next clue.
When a genius asks a doctor's help,
I know he ought to think of something smart;
But I can't hear my own thoughts above
the beating of my Sherlock-lovin' heart!
I'm just a guy who can't solve crimes,
can't seem to solve them because
Every last thing Sherlock does
Makes my heart twitter and buzz—
I cain't solve crimes!
("Oklahoma!")
HOLMES:
El-
ement'ry is the clue we see here on the ground,
where the victim lies, and his demise
left some kernels scattered all around.
El-
ement'ry that this man was skewered by a knife;
since the corn's still fresh, it is my guess
that the murderer must be his wife.
We know that the stabbing was planned,
for this bloody print matches her hand!
So when we hear
(yeeow!) that Scotland Yard is near,
We only tell them: "This case is solved! Element'ry!
Element'ry, my dear!"
Into the Woodstock
—by me, Tracy Y., Lee C.-A., andleech(The meta requirements for this musical were RAPUNZEL HAS AFRO and CAST HUGE TV ACTORS, and we—as they say at MIT—basically punted on both of these by casting Jimi Hendrix as Rapunzel and Ed Sullivan as the Giant, and then announcing that, given that certain members of our cast were unavailable that evening, we would instead perform a scene in which their characters did not appear.)
("Prologue")
NARRATOR:
Once upon a time—
CINDERELLA:
I wish...
NARRATOR:
—in a far-off kingdom called Bethel, New York—
CINDERELLA:
More than anything...
NARRATOR:
—lived a young maiden—
CINDERELLA:
More than life...
NARRATOR:
—a sad young lad—
JACK:
I wish...
NARRATOR:
—and a baked-out hippie.
HIPPIE:
I wish...
CINDERELLA:
I wish to go to the festival!
HIPPIE:
I wish I had some weed!
CINDERELLA:
I wish...
JACK:
I wish I could get laid!
NARRATOR:
The poor girl had a crush on Pete Townsend.
CINDERELLA:
I wish to go to the festival
and listen to The Who!
NARRATOR:
And as for Jack...
JACK:
I wish...
NARRATOR:
He had never even kissed a girl.
JACK:
I wish to meet a hippie chick
and get to second base!
NARRATOR:
The hippie believed that a curse had been placed on his house—
JACK:
Or third...
NARRATOR:
—but only because he was really stoned at the time.
HIPPIE:
I wish—
it's not for me, it's for my granny in the woods—
just a toke of weed,
please,
to bring my poor old sober granny in the woods!
Just a toke of weed,
man.
NARRATOR:
Sometimes I fear he's touched.
ALL
Into the Woodstock! Off we go;
We'll head upstate to see the show.
Into the Woodstock! Who could know
it's such a trippy journey?
Into the Woodstock, past the hicks.
(It's on a farm out in the sticks.)
JACK:
Possibly I can meet some chicks
HIPPIE:
And I can drop some acid.
CINDERELLA:
The Who will sing,
and CCR,
and Joan Baez will play guitar.
The Band is a band;
The Dead are not dead—
HIPPIE:
I'd like to make this briefer;
Have you got any reefer?
ALL
Into the Woodstock! Smoke a bowl
for peace and love and rock and roll.
Into the Woodstock! Bring your soul
and find your own nirvana.
Into the Woodstock! now it's time
to party in the mud and grime.
Into the Woodstock, one more rhyme!
JACK:
To shag some girl!
CINDERELLA:
To see The Who!
HIPPIE:
The who?
CINDERELLA:
The Who!
JACK:
The who?
CINDERELLA:
The Who!
HIPPIE:
"Third base!"
JACK:
I wish!
CINDERELLA:
To go the festival!
ALL:
Into the Woodstock!
Into the Woodstock!
Into the Woodstock!
Out of the Woodstock!
Stoned before dark!
HIPPIE:
I wish!
Mayan Fair Lady
—by me and Seth K.(The metas required this musical to feature the HARVESTing of HEARTS, which we basically took and ran with it, and THE UNEXPECTED DESTRUCTION OF ELABORATELY ENGINEERED ARTIFACTS.)
("Wouldn't It Be Loverly?")
ELIZA:
All I want is a juicy 'eart,
And some bodies to fill my cart,
With limbs all torn apart,
Oh, wouldn't it go bloodily!
Oh so bloodily pulling organs out of rival tribes:
I would never stop, since that's what ritual law prescribes!
Someone's head resting on my knee
(Which is not where it used to be)—
Now that's a sight to see!
Oh wouldn't it go bloodily!
("A Hymn to Him")
HIGGINS:
Why can't a Maya
be more like an Inca?
Incas have culture, religion and art.
They won't be a vulture and tear out your heart.
Happy to welcome you and bind your forehead flat—
Why can't a Maya
be like that?
("I Could Have Danced All Night")
ELIZA:
I could have slashed all night,
I could have slashed all night,
And not run out of hearts.
I could have sacrificed
Not only once or twice;
I'd just begun to start.
I'll never know what made it so auspicious,
Why every child I killed seemed right;
I only know that when we slew a hundred men
I could have sacrificed all night.
("I've Grown Accustomed to Her Face")
HIGGINS:
I've grown accustomed to my heart.
It almost makes the day begin.
I've grown accustomed to the thumps
Resounding as it pumps
My blood, my breath,
My life, my death.
It's second nature to me now,
Like breathing out and breathing in.
I'm very scared that she's a Mayan and so handy with a knife;
Surely I could run away and still preserve my life.
I've grown accustomed to the sense
Of something deep in there—
Accustomed to my heart.
Marry Freddy? What an infantile idea. What a heartless, wicked, brainless thing to do. But she'll regret it. She'll regret it! I'll blow up her elaborately engineered pyramid!
I've grown accustomed to my lungs,
Accustomed to my hair,
Accustomed to my heart.
Phantom of the Operator
—by Tracy Y., David P.,leech, Lee C.-A., me, and redcat9(This musical required us to include a DIAL TONE RECITATIVE, which we did, and to WRECK A VW BUG, which happened offstage.)
AUCTIONEER:
Lot 555 then, a VW Bug in pieces! Some of you may recall the strange affair of the Phantom of the Operator! Opera diva Christine Daaé drove her car into the side of the Paris Opera House while talking on her cell phone. (A dial tone sounds. Recitative:) The body was never recovered, but we have the last number she dialed. (He dials the number: 3247*.)
("Think of Me")
CHRISTINE:
Don't text me
while I am sleeping;
don't you have a life?
PHANTOM:
Please pick up;
I'm not a stalker.
You should be my wife!
CHRISTINE:
No, really, stop
Or I will call a cop;
It's very creepy what you do.
PHANTOM:
If you'll just pick up one minute—
Let me talk to you.
("The Phantom of the Opera")
CHRISTINE:
On hold he sings to me, and asks my name.
I say "stop calling me; you're really lame."
Each day it's different; he's always there.
The Phantom of the Operator's here;
The phone's his lair.
PHANTOM:
Call waiting frustrates me; you don't respond.
I call your cell phone, but it's never on.
And so I'm haunting you, because I pine:
The Phantom of the Operator's here,
Inside the line.
Call me, the Phantom of the Operator!
CHRISTINE:
It's he, the Phantom of the Operator! (Mesmerised, she takes out her phone and begins dialing feverishly.)
PHANTOM:
Dial, my angel!
Dial for me!
Dial, my angel!
Dial for me!
(Christine faints.)
("The Music of the Night")
PHANTOM:
Busy signals heighten irritation.
Hear it, feel it, echo each vibration.
I'm waiting for your call,
pacing up and down the hall;
if you'd only use your ears and not your sight
and listen for the ringtone in the night.
(The iPhone "Marimba" ringtone sounds.)
Ogre of La Mancha
—by Jane C., me, and Daniel S.(The stipulations from the metas included DONKEY O.D.S (get it?) and ALT F-FOUR.)
("Man of La Mancha")
SHREK:
I am I, Don Eshreko, the ogre of La Mancha!
I frighten the birds from the trees!
My hideous visage drives all to distraction,
The worst thing that anyone sees!
DONKEY:
I'm Donkey, yes, I'm Donkey;
I gripe at my master till the end.
I'll tell all the world glumly,
He's obnoxious, but my friend!
Fiona sent me to find a blue flower with red thorns. (He finds a flower of some kind.) Maybe this is it. It looks good? (He eats it.) Wow, look at all the colors! Everything has red thorns! (Sadly, Donkey has overdosed on something that was no good for him, and collapses.)
SHREK:
Hear me, models and artists and servants of looks,
All your vanity worship is past!
For an ugly endeavor is now undertook:
What's inside will matter at last!
GRAPHIC ARTIST:
Yeah, yeah—there's nothing inside but zeroes and ones.
("Barber's Song")
Oh, I am a graphic artist and I animate this beast.
With my SGI work station I will surely earn a feast.
He is bits and bytes and pixels, though he thinks he's something more.
If he gives me any trouble, I can always ALT-F4.
SHREK:
Hand it over!
GRAPHIC ARTIST:
But this is nothing but my laptop!
SHREK:
Fool, dost thou not know what this really is?
(The graphic artist panics and hits ALT-F4; Shrek collapses.)
("The Impossible Dream")
GRAPHIC ARTIST (breaking character and singing directly to Codex):
To dream the impossible dream,
To write the unwritable song,
To type when my wrists are too weary,
To stay up five hours too long:
This is my quest,
To hunt for that coin,
To follow the puzzles,
However they join,
To solve cryptograms
Without shower or rest,
To be willing to walk in the cold
In pursuit of our quest!
And I know if I'll only by true
To not winning this game,
Then next year will be peaceful and calm
And I won't go insane.
And the Hunt will be better for this:
That some team that's less covered in scars
Will bring new inspirational puzzles
To match Hunts like yours or like ours!
As I said, I had a great time at this Mystery Hunt, although not for the exact reasons I expected to. But that's not what's important right now. What's important is this:
Borbonicus and Bodley impressed us all with a Mystery Hunt that tested our skills not only as puzzlers, but as cabaret performers as well! While they treated us to a weekend of challenging puzzle solving, we treated them to the equivalent of a weekend on the town at six of their favorite musicals. Not often at a Mystery Hunt do I hear a waltz, a softshoe, or any other kind of catchy number that gets my toes tapping, but this year featured a full half dozen! Well, I could write elegies for this Hunt all day, but I'll just conclude by saying that not even Kubla Khan, at his famous pleasure-dome of Xanadu, could have known such delights as these. Five out of five coins!
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Date: 2012-01-23 06:45 am (UTC)"Third base!"
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Date: 2012-01-23 06:31 am (UTC)I was really rather sad I couldn't see what you would come up with. Now I have!
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Date: 2012-01-25 10:09 pm (UTC)You're a God-Man, Charlie Brown;
Life is yours to bestow or to take.
You have omnipotence, omniscience, and an omnipresence
Which is very hard to fake!
You're a God-Man, Charlie Brown,
And you won't let us get very far;
Yes it's hard to believe, truly frightening to conceive,
But a God-Man you are!
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Date: 2012-01-30 02:59 am (UTC)Awesome indeed - I loved the MFL music selection, and your productions were properly painful art!
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Date: 2012-02-10 07:52 am (UTC)A Circus Line (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_XukT-WYztU)
Okla-Holmes-A! (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_voZxnQSCxo)
Into the Woodstock (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7OYWpAH8rbE)