The proof is in the pudding

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Miss Turnip was the sort of person who frequently found herself solving murder mysteries for some reason. Everywhere she went people got murdered and the police were useless, so naturally she was ecstatic about the dinner party she was going to today, since several people whomst she absolutely despises will be attending it. The one person who she didn't want to get accidentally killed was the host of the party, her best friend, Miss Cabbage. With all of that and several killer soup recipes going through her head, Miss Turnip made her way to her friend's mansion in which a murder is highly probable to take place momentarily. She was doing that using her double decker bus, which she acquired by meeting everyone in London today and because they said it couldn't be done, they gave her a bus as a reward. After that she posted on Tumblr, where she said she had a lot of fun meeting everyone in London, to which everyone responded by calling her a liar and saying that there is absolutely no way that she met everyone in London in one day. They would of course be correct since meeting that big of a number of British people in such a short amount of time, would surely at least comatose any adult human being, but since Miss Turnip was an adult vegetable being that was no obstacle for her. This bus now proved instrumental, since it turned out that someone had locked the gates that enabled people (or vegetables) to move through the fence which surrounded a fence, which surrounded a fence, which surrounded a hedge, which surrounded a cobblestone wall, which surrounded some electrical barbed wire, which surrounded the mansion. This was no obstacle for the bus though and Miss Turnip barreled through all of the defences that Miss Cabbage had erected in order to protect people from a murderously good time. With that Turnip lady successfully reached her bourgeois friend's house and was ready to kill it and find out who actually did the killing, when it eventually inevitably occurs. As she made her way out of her wrecked bus, the other attendees lined up in front of her, so she wouldn't have to waste time before she could accuse one of them of being the future murderer, since they found it endearing, because they weren't interested in acting like real people, since they were all vegetables. There was Lady Onion and her baby carrot, which she had been nibbling on for a considerable amount of time, next to her there stood Mr Pumpkin, who ruled his town with an iron fist. Laying next to them on a bench there was Mr Hot Potato, a real hottie, make sure you don't drop him and finally behind him stood Miss Bean, who had no immediately discernible personality traits, so she was immediately labelled as the killer. Miss Cabbage didn't join them, since she was dead and they didn't want to disturb her, because all of them were very considerate. Miss Turnip immediately went to work, or at least she did after a quick nap, since she was a very sleepy person and that is also the reason why she isn't an ornithologist, because she is terrified of birds making a cute little nest in her famous big hat, which she was famous for, while she slept and then she wouldn't have the heart to evict the young bird couple, with dreams of starting their new life in their opulent new nest with free heating, from her big hat which she wore on her head and had made her famous and was now famous for. Fortunately for any amateur investigator, if such a person were present at the dinner party, all of the dinner party attendees had a motive to kill Miss Cabbage, but they hadn't had dinner. Lady Onion had a motive to kill Miss Cabbage, because Miss Cabbage was her secret twin who didn't like onions and distanced herself from her biological family. That made Miss Onion feel betrayed on behalf of her family and left her wanting revenge. Mr Pumpkin had a motive to kill her, because he was the long lost brother of Miss Cabbage, who was thrown on a boat by her, because he hid her pine nuts in good fun, but she didn't think it was fun. Consequently he drifted on the high seas, no wait the seas were sober, and was later stuck on an island with nothing but purple fizzy drinks and lavender fizzy drinks and fizzy drinks that were coloured as if someone mixed blue and red. That is why Mr Pumpkin swore he would get his revenge one day and that day might have been today, because it definitely wasn't yesterday or 6. 6. 1000. Similarly Mr Hot Potato was the long lost brother of Miss Cabbage, but he was hot, so he couldn't have done it and he loved fizzy drinks that were lavender coloured or coloured in a similar colour to lavender. That is why he was so chill that he was chilling on a bench, despite being a hot potato, Mr Hot Potato even. Miss Bean didn't do it because she isn't the long lost sibling of Miss Cabbage, but she is the long lost friend of a friend of Miss Cabbage, therefore she doesn't have a motive to kill her, which makes her the obvious suspect and so it would be very boring if she turned out to be the killer. She was also baking cookies with macadamia nuts at the time of the murder, which remains undetermined. In the end the incredible Miss Turnip determined that the killer was none other than Miss Cucumber, the secret twin of Miss Cabbage. She remained under the radar for so long because her plan was perfect and made her impossible to tie to the killer crime. Unfortunately for her she left the proof in the pudding, in other words, she left her 500 page document detailing her plan in the pudding, which allowed the genius Miss Turnip to find it and deduce who the real killer was and how the crime was committed. With that Miss Turnip had once again proven that people and vegetables, not fruits, can always rely on Miss Turnip to solve any of the murders that occur everywhere she goes in a completely not suspicious in any way manner. Fortunately no one even checked if the handwriting and writing style matched the style of Miss Cucumber, because they didn't and it was best for people and vegetable plebs to not worry about such things.

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