The table was set for eleven people. Unfortunately only seven of the guests were destined to attend. The other four: Mrs. Whittles and Mr. Whittles, Mr. Burns, and Miss. LaSchmear would never show. This is because of a tragedy that occurred on that fateful night. You see, it all started when Mr. Body hired a butler to help him host his annual dinner party.
The butler was a shady character, like that of a great great uncle, but his services came cheap so Mr. Body decided to trust him. Anyone with cheap services must be trustworthy, right? The butler was put in charge of seating arrangements, which was the very first mistake.
While setting the table he put all the guests in seats that didn't agree with their rather eccentric personalities. Of course, Mr. Body's name hasn't always been "Mr. Body," in fact, it was Mr. Smule before... well before that night. Mrs. Grenton was seated next to Mr. Peabody, an unfortunate move as Mr. Peabody's constant sneezing aggravated Mrs. Grenton's nerves. Mrs. Johnson was placed between Mrs. Honey and Mr. Burcher. Mrs. Honey greatly despised Mrs. Johnson because Mrs. Johnson just happened to have hair that poofed in just the right spot. However, it was Mr. Body's fault that Mr. Henderson was even invited.
Mr. Henderson was a strange man who kept to himself, rarely venturing out of his home. Because of this, his only friend was Mr. Body, the shady man who lived in his basement. When Mrs. Whittles, Mr. Whittles, Mr. Burns, and Miss LaSchmear heard of this unfortunate invitation they wisely decided to decline their invitations to the dinner party. This was a grave mistake. The four people decided to plan a dinner of their own. In a jealous rage Mr. Body began plotting to have the butler murder the deserting party members.
The butler really didn't want to, but since he was being paid extra he guessed it was his job. The instructions given to him were very simple. "Kill them all" Mr. Body explained. So the butler really had no choice but to trek through the swampish land to dispose of the four party ditchers. He trekked four miles through the dense mud, encountering three snakes, four foxes, and one giant alligator. Finally he reached the splinter party group.
When he knocked on the door it was Mr. Whittles who answered, appearing very surprised, as one would be when visited by a stranger late in the evening. Without saying a word, the butler slid his dagger up and slit Mr. Whittles throat. He gently lowered Mr. Whittles to the ground and crept into the house. The next person he encountered was Mr. Burns, then Miss. LaSchmear and finally Mrs. Whittles. One after another, he murdered each one using a different weapon for each.
Meanwhile, at Mr. Body's party, events had gotten out of control. In the parlor Mrs. Honey was desperately trying to ruin Mrs. Johnson's hair. The only person sitting at the table was Mr. Henderson, the strange man who rarely left his house. Mrs. Grenton was huddled in the corner experiencing a fit of nerves. Mr. Burcher and Mr. Body were having a heated discussion on the various merits of Snicker's Bars.
Finally, the butler slinked in through the front door, pulling a very muddy bag. The butler threw the bag on the floor and various limbs spilled out of it. Everyone, except Mr. Henderson, stared in shock before excusing themselves to rush home.
"I suppose that worked to perfection, dearest butler," Mr. Henderson said, folding his hands calmly over his lap with a smug smile on his face, "Now, I can live in peace, with no 'friends' to disturb me."
The End.
