THEY ALL DID IT! Each one performed a gruesome act of violence upon his person, and then moved him to another room of the house, where, in the darkness of that fateful night, the next wicked lout discovered the body and assumed from lack of light and amazingly lifelike placement that Willy Wombat still drew breath. That person then proceeded to commit violence and repeat the cycle until the battered body ended up in the foyer. It will be impossible to tell without careful forensic evidence in what order the assailants operated, though clearly Madame Coyote and Mr. Spider were late in the proceedings as their attentions would have resulted in the dragged corpse giving the house the appearance of an abbatoir.

OMG Clue i read that book when i was in elementury school !!

Question are we to make a story or a senario of how it/what happened?

sure, if you can provide a plausible and/or entertaining scenario that explains what happened :)

I have a theroy:

They all are guilty, except the spider. But the spider was the one who started it all by removing the fuses in the mansion. He is, as described, wicked, and had plans to kill them all. Hunting them in the dark, playing his sinister game. But Willy Wombat knew his plans and locked him inside the bathroom.

Willy then wanted to warn the others of the maniac, and he enountered Little Miss Monkey in the conservatory. But before he could tell her about the dangers, she strangled him with her rope. Believing he was dead she quickly went to her room to wait for someone to find him.

But he wasn't dead. He woke up, and while being dizzy he made his way past the greenhouse in the dark. There Colonel Crow came out and smashed poor Willy's brain in with the lead pipe. Using the advantages of the darkness, he dragged Willy's body into the kitchen and placed him on a stool. Finally getting the only one who knew his secret out of the way, he opened a bottle of skotch and poured a glass almost full. He drank it to celebrate his triumph and then went to bed, plotting out what he should say.

Later Professor Rattus enters the kitchen and sees a silhouette of Willy next to a bottle and a glass. He whispers to him, but doesn't get any response. Thinking he is drunk and not able to defend himself, Professor Rattus walks up to him and starts banging his hammer on Willy. Several years of closed in rage finally bursts out in a violent chaos, resulting in a really beaten up Willy.
Knowing the police always searches for clues, he drags the body to the library to confuse them. Then he leaves the crime scene to remove all the blood splatters and evidence in the kitchen.

Madam Coyote can't sleep, she have too much on her mind. There are so many things she want to tell Willy, on how he ruined her life but she still loves him. She first enter his bedroom, but his bed is empty. Going from room to room she finally enters the library. She can smell the cologne of Willy in the dark. No matter what she says she never get a response from him, and this makes her more and more bitter. Telling him that if she doesn't get an answer she will shoot him in the heart, destroying his the same way he ruined hers. And with no response a single gunshot can be heard.

At this time Mr. Spider manages to get out of the bathroom. More determined on playing his game, he runs down to the library to check if someone have found all of the candles he hid behind the bookshelves. On his way back out he notcies a strange smell. A mix of cologne and blood. And gunpowder. He checks the chair and knows there's a dead body there. Believing it's one of the guests who have comitted suicide, he drags the body out to hide it. Because if one of the others were to find a dead body, the police would be contacted immediately.
Being a spider he spins a little web in the roof of the foyer and places the corpse there. Afterwards he goes up to the bathroom to get his knife. When walking down the stairs again he hears a ripping sound, and when he looks up the corpse of Willy falls down on him. Being almost knocked unconscious, Mr. Spider tumbles down the hallway where he finally blacks out.

The next morning Mr. Spider wakes up by people chattering and arguing in the foyer. His plan failed, all of the other guests lived. Except one, Willy Wombat himself.

Haha I'm no judge but this is my favorite so far.

Gracias! :)

I have always wondered what's up with spiders and their obsession for bathrooms:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEsBt5QHSQk

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More for fun than an honest attempt.

Hmm, I strangely imagine that this could be an incredibly entertaining play.

Poor poor Willy Wombat offed himself. After several failed attempts, he finally self-snuffed by gunshot at the top of the steps, causing him to tumble to the foyer. He had just seen far too much in his war days... D:

I bet he was a pedophile too, that old bastard.

I did it. My bad.

You see, we were having this dinner party at his place, and he kept telling these horrible, horrible jokes that nobody was laughing at but him. You have to understand, he had the most annoying, whiny, nasal laugh you could possibly imagine. Trust me, if you heard the way this man laughed you would have killed him yourself long before I got to him.

I regret nothing; the guy totally had it coming to him. I mean, god damn, if you can't learn to laugh properly...

Well obviously it was a two-man job.

Colonel Crow wanted... no, needed to kill him or his military career would be ruined. He found the lead pipe and searched for Willy in a hurry trying to hide the pipe while doing so, but Madame Coyote was suspicious, she followed behind him, always making sure to stay out of his sight.

After searching for about 10 minutes or so, Colonel Crow finally stopped and turned around to see a figure scurry to hide. Crow angrily told them to come and Coyote did as she was told. "Is there a reason you're shadowing me at this time of night?" he said tightening his grip on the pipe he hid under his coat. Coyote wasn't stupid, she knew what he planned on doing the whole time. "I want to help." Crow scoffed, "I don't need any help, but all I need for you to do is keep your mouth shut!"

Coyote knew he wouldn't change his mind. Crow didn't and wouldn't need help, but she wanted Willy dead, and it wouldn't be good enough if somebody did it instead of her. She gave him a forceful kiss and pressed her body into his. Crow was shocked yet happy, until he felt something poking him in the gut. He gazed down to see she was pointing a revolver into him.

"Either you do as I say, or Willy won't be the only corpse in this place tonight," Coyote said to him. Crow reluctantly nodded his head and Coyote told him the plan.

Crow would subdue Willy, who was in the greenhouse, and take him into the library where Coyote was waiting, and then Crow would stand watch outside.

While Willy was waking up after being assaulted by Crow, he found himself sitting in a chair in the library and Madame Coyote lounging on a table. "Oh, you're finally awake," Coyote would greet him, then Coyote would go on with an incredibly long spiel about how he broke her heart while torturing him, but cutting him, strangling him until he was out of breath and then she would let go, and breaking a few bones with a hammer. Willy trying to process what was happening in his head tried to gasp out an apology or possible reason for what he's done, was interrupted by a very forceful kiss and a stern "Shut up" as Coyote pointed the gun at his heart and finally pulling the trigger.

After hearing the gunshot, Crow gave out a sigh of relief at knowing his career would be safe. Coyote ordered him to take care of the body. Crow was hesitant at first, but as soon as he saw Coyote aiming the gun at him, he scurried inside quickly. Coyote, with a cold, blank look in her eyes, simply walked back upstairs into the room she was staying in, locked the door, and got into bed with the revolver under her pillow.

You know what they say, "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

Oh, VectorCat took my stairs idea, though mine's a bit different.

After witnessing a frivolous affair concerning Colonel Crow and Mister Spider, the victim, William Wombat, quickly ran up the stairs to the observatory. However, at reaching the top, Professor Rattus, playing a third in such affair, proceeded to shoot poor Willy in the shoulder. He tumbled down the stairs (in which he was critically bruised) and accidentally pulled on a long cloth laid upon the railing, managing to accidentally tie it firmly around his neck. Upon being released, he tumbled down the rest of the stairs and thumped loudly. The small tremor was enough to knock off a kitchen knife from a table at the bottom of the stairs into the chest of the poor Willy Wombat.
The knife was accidentally placed there by Little Miss Monkey and her various housewide doll parties.

OK, here's mine. I know it was supposed to be a comment, but it was rather long and I didn't want to stretch the page (though if you still want me to post it here, I can do that): http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2176047

Note: I'm replying to this before I read any of the other responses. Apologies if what I say is close to what anyone else already said, I assure you it's unintentional. Also apologies if I should suddenly switch tenses back and forth, I do that sometimes (usually without realizing it).

This is fine, I just don't want folks emailing or private messaging me stuff, because that seems unfair somehow,
if others can't see what's been submitted. Having a pointer to it, is fine.

OK, cool, thanks. Hope you like it!

(I totally mistook the psychopath as someone other than Mr. Spider, so that's where the Wolverine comes from later.)

My theory is rather far fetched, but I think it may have merit.

It was a night like most others the small gathering of friends and enemies shared, fencing with words bound by the unwritten social rules and laced with alcohol. Alliances were made and broken in the verbal warfare, enemies wounded and bridges repaired. Like I said, most nights were spent like this. But last night something changed. Something unknown protruded upon the group and war was declared.

That unknown element was the crazed psychopath that escaped not far from here. But how, may you ask, did the crazy person do so much damage to poor Willy Wombat? I shall explain.

Late that night, after all of the guests had retired to their various rooms, Willy Wombat was restless. The rain had agitated his old war wounds, making them ache. In an attempt to work through the pain, he began pacing around his mansion. But as he was walking past the windows facing the greenhouse in the den, he heard something. The tinkling of glass breaking outside. Already annoyed at the pain caused by his aches and emboldened by his past military record, he dashed towards the back room. This took him through the kitchen. Not being a man entirely without wit, he stopped to grab himself one of the larger kitchen knives to deal with the knaves breaking into his greenhouse. He also snatched up a nearby candle.

He made his way silently towards the hothouse, keeping the candle held low to light his feet. The rain had stopped and didn't endanger his flame in the slightest. As he reached the door and tugged it open, Willy held the candle high to see the intruder. What he didn't expect was an insane wolverine inside, snarling at the sudden light and wearing the tatters of a straight jacket. Willy was lunged at and managed to duck below the psychopath and roll inside. The much larger man landed and turned, slamming his whole body into Willy's. Thrown back by such strength, he ricocheted off a wooden tabled covered with flowers. This is where the bruises came from.

Apparently unsatisfied with simply knocking his target over, the insane man walked over to the stunned Willy. Willy found himself lifted up and thrown completely through one side of the greenhouse. The glass slashed at him as he fell on it, causing the stab-like wounds. The beast then leapt on top of Willy and proceeded the strangle him within an inch of his life. A sudden lightning bolt flash spared his life though as the psychopath howled and bolted at the sudden noise. Willy, beaten, bloodied, bruised and barely alive, managed to stagger to his feet several long moments later. He made his slow, limping way back inside. His throat was so bruised he could barely breathe, let alone call for help.

Meanwhile, awoken by the howl and lightning bolt strike, Madam Coyote fished around in the darkness for the single shot pistol she always kept close. She made her way downstairs in just a nightgown. Her motive for not calling the police at that point was unknown, although she attests the lightning strike knocked out the phone services. Willy and Madam Coyote met in the kitchen as he had just managed to make it inside the doorway. In the darkness, only able to see a silhouette, Madam Coyote froze for a long moment. Willy moaned in an attempt to call for help, but only managed to frighten Madam Coyote. She reacted with a surge of panic, screaming and firing blindly at Willy. The shot grazed him in the temple and dropped him to the floor. That gunshot promptly woke everyone in the house, bringing them downstairs with candles. Upon discovering poor, nearly dead Willy, the assorted company stood there and watched him slowly bleed to death. Their motives were assorted, but nevertheless their actions were the same... they did nothing.

In the end, they dragged Willy into the Foyer. Perhaps they thought they could fool such a clever detective as I by making it seem like he had fallen down the stairs. But my mind is far too sharp for that.

These are the facts as I see them!

"I went with old theory seldom used today; butler did it."
- from Murder By Death

Here how it all started.

Mr. Wombat was in the green house talking with Colonel Crow. After the colonel confronted him about knowing his dirty secrets Enraged the colonel took out the lead pipe and struck Mr. Wombat on the head a few times once he saw that he was knocked out he took the body carrying it to the conservatory to be discovered later after all he has a less chance of being discovered if it wasn’t in his room.

Enters in Miss Monkey who finds him, supposedly sleeping, near the edge of the room and opportunity of a lifetime, now one saw her enter it was her time to kill him and take his riches. She was quick to grab one of the ropes for one of the hanging plants and snuck up behind him and strangled him. Not knowing he was already out she didn’t hold the rope long enough for him to be lose all air and as she dropped his body on the floor it was enough or him wake up coughing she ran from the room.

Mr. wombat now dazed entered the secret passage to the library where he ran into his ex lover Madam Coyote. Seeing him stumble thought the secret passage way startled her at first but she helped him to a chair and asked what had happened. While he explained what he thought was him getting attacked from behind a gun shot ranged out and from behind, She shot him in the back with a revolver she had hidden away just in case of an emergency. I’m sure she put it away and walked out of the room thinking he was long but dead.

But he wasn’t the surprise of the shot stunned him enough to look dead and bleeding he was probably hit fatally but not enough to kill him he knew if he could make it to the phone in the hall he could call for help. But as he made it out the door someone from behind grabbed him and dragged him to the bathroom, exhausted he had no chance and they proceeded to stab him viciously. When he was done he wrapped the body in the shower curtains and brought it to the foyers where he dropped it and threw away the curtains. I’m sure if we look they will be gone!

After that lets just say poor Mr. Wombats luck didn’t hold out any more and he died.

hope im not late forgot to post it last night.... ^^'

http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2178253/
I'll put it here anyway.
Not my best writing.

Argh, how did I miss this? :P

Colonel Crow is by far my favorite character skeet you've done for this. Out of sheer love for the art..

Colonel Crow did it. He did not confess the crime, but disappeared shortly after Willy Wombats body was discovered in the greenhouse, cudgeled brutally, covered in bloody shards of glass and broken creeping orchid vines. As police were alerted to the murder, the missing weapon was spotted in the shallow reedy end of the ornamental pond nearby, along with some very avian footprints in the mud. Being the only bird staying on the property over the previous evening, and being notably absent, Colonel Crow was immediately under suspicion.

The ripped upper half of a small photograph was found still crushed in the stiff wrist of willy wombat. Beneath the blood could just be seen the faces of a young wombat and crow, very close together. Could it be Willy W, the other houseguests wondered? And possibly even Colonel Crow? In the photo, Wombat looked to be in his young 20s, which would predate Crows entering the military and his somewhat shadowy and decorated career. Police could only assume Wombat and Crow had at one time been more than friends, and Wombat had confronted the estranged Crow on the lawn the night before. Feeling threatened by his past coming to light, he lured Wombat into the greenhouse and removed the last scrap of that former life. He is currently on the run.