Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sorry I'm late, Frasier. I just spent two hours in the dentist's chair.

From the dwarf's entrance.

and try to find the reality.

Romping with my school chums in the fens and spinneys--

to play a wily old Scotland Yard inspector.

you'll know the full, dark secret of Nightmare Inn.

- our man of a thousand voices. - Oh, it's a huge pleasure.

and that my dwarf was too tall!

It's nothing serious. I think she just wrestled in some bad Jell-O.

Hans, the German butler.

- You can't cut that, you can't. - Stop whining. We have a play to do.

to Nightmare Inn.

- Oh, really. - Yes. You know,

I gotta remember to pick her up one of those cute French maid outfits

welcoming you to KACL's re-creation of the original Mystery Theater.

If he did, he never would have agreed.

I was baffled. They all had alibis.

the tragic death of my father.

Oh, there's your brother.

No, the trouble is he doesn't know how to stop directing.

I can't believe any of my guests could be a multiple murderer.

You don't think he knows how to direct?

and O'Toole, the handyman. Are you up to it?

I'm Nigel Fairservice, inspector. I was strolling in the garden

And so the case was closed.

- Hello. - Bulldog, Gil.

Yes, I was taking a breath of air.

This must be Mr. Wing, the silk merchant.

had not yet been established.

Yes, I'm sorry, Niles, but you're doing brilliantly.

willing to take six dialect parts unrehearsed?