(A/N: I’m bored, bear with me. The early version of ‘Clue’ Outsiders style….)

Chapter 1 – Craziness

”And so….Steve killed Pony with the knife in the kitchen while everyone was out gazing at the stars on September 24th 1966.” concluded Dally sitting down.

Every just stared at the tow headed greaser. “Ok…”

“I for one have another theory!” said Two-bit standing up. “I believe that it was in fact Steve who killed SODA in the kitchen with a knife while everyone was watching the stars on September 24th 1966.”

Every again, stared the Two-bit, before Steve complained with. “Why is it always me?”

Johnny shook his head. “It’s not always you Steve.” He said smiling softly. “Gents! I believe it was I who killed Steve with a knife on the 24th while you were looking at the stars but!” he said taking a dramatic pause. “I did it in the living room so you could all see it when you came in.”

The room was silent before everyone started cracking up.

“Oh yeah!” said Steve getting up. “I believe I killed all of YOU on September the 24th 1966 while you were out looking at the fucking stars! And you know what? I stabbed each and every one of you thousands of times!” “MUHAHAHHAHAHAHAAA!” The greaser let out a maniacal fit of laughter.

While Steve was having a concussion on the floor all the greasers turned back to their game. “I still think it was Darry who killed Steve.”

”No it was definitely Ponyboy.”

“Not uh, I told you that Steve killed Dally.”

“I thought Dally was the one who killed Steve?”

”That was after Steve tried to throw his numchucks at Dally.”

”Oh…”

“DINNER!”

Ponyboy looked up at Darry who was sitting right next to him. “Wait a minute….you didn’t say dinner did you?”

Darry shook his head looking at the rest of the gang. They were still there. A trolley rolled out of the kitchen covered in a sticky red substance and floating heads. There was one of

Dally and of Johnny and Ponyboy, oh, and Soda and Darry too. Then last but not, least there was Two-bit.

Everyone looked to see Steve in a maids outfit ringing the tiny silver dinner bell. “Dinner!”

The boys all looked at each other and their eyes bugged out. Then they all let out a scream. “AAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHH!”

(!HI!)

Steve grinned as he looked into his crystal ball of doom. “Foolish mortals.” He cooed. “They’ll never discover my secret now!” He walked around his study and pulled on a giant lever that made the bookcase drop out of view. And there, staring him in the face were stacks and stacks of…………………………………………………..socks.

Steve grinned. “All the socks of the world shall be mine! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” And that’s the way it was. Steve spent the reminder of his life stealing and collecting people’s socks. The greasers all ended up in a loony institute and Steve was never blamed in ‘Clue’ again. The end.

(A/N: Review if you want. I find them amusing and uplifting. Flame or comment. Doesn’t matter to me. There is this grilled cheese sandwich I’ve been dying to grill, so flame and I’ll probably use them for that. And thanks for reading this whole comment through. – IJustWannaBeMe)