|50th Anniversary Clue Game - 1998|
|Celebrating Clue's fiftieth anniversary, Hasbro released this exceptional edition. The game comes in an artistic tin box and contains great pewter playing tokens. A beautiful game.|
Miss Scarlet: What I found in the Study... By the end of the weekend I thought I had figured out why Miss Scarlet spent most of her time n the Study. With its huge windows overlooking the gardens, she could always be sure of catching her own reflection whenever she wanted to admire herself. She stood and stared for hours, folding and refolding the same dove gray piece of stationary she held in her hands. I could see a heraldic crest on the paper, but that's all I could make out, until late Sunday afternoon... She was seated at Boddy's tilt-front secretary, concentrating, writing, scratching out and re-writing by the light from the candle in the candlestick. I caught only a glimpse of what she wrote before she looked up and saw my reflection. Hurriedly she covered both letters with the blotter, but not before I read the crested letter's nine word message: I saw you do it and I will tell. Poor, distraught Scarlet… what had she done?
Colonel Mustard: What I found at Boddy Mansion in the Lounge… My first evening at the Mansion, I caught Colonel Mustard snoozing under the Evening Standard in the Lounge. I coughed discreetly and he harrumphed himself awake, with a verbal string of Old Chaps and Forty Winks. I remarked that I'd missed him at the station that evening. "What-what?" he was surprised. "Boddy had told me the two of us would be coming down on the same train, so we could share a taxi to the Mansion," I explained. "But I didn't see you in any compartment and I waited for everyone to alight from First Class. Where were you?" Harrumph, harrumph, he mumbled…"Quite a crowd. Never saw you, old chap." With a sheepish look, he left the lounge. But before he was out of sight, I saw him surreptitiously shift something from his jacket pocket into the waistband of his trousers. It was early in the weekend, so I wasn't particularly surprised that a retired military man and renowned target shooter would be carrying a Revolver. As I took Mustard's seat on the divan and picked up the newspaper, I noticed a tiny slip of white between the cushions. A bus ticket… with the same day's date. Surely a man of Mustard's rank hadn't had to resort to traveling by bus… or had he?
Mrs. White: What I found in the Kitchen… I couldn't get over the disastrous luncheon and decided a cup of tea wouldn't kill me. Mrs. White looked like she'd been doing a bit of Kitchen plumbing repair. She put down the Lead Pipe and fetched the teapot. "And how did you enjoy the Stewed Eels?" she asked, fishing for a compliment. I blanched at the memory. To avoid answering, I changed the subject and asked what she would serve if she could concoct her Dream Dinner. "Ah, I've dreamed of that for years. I've even prepared the Bill of Fare." She scrabbled around in the drawer of the kitchen table, and produced it. Dream Dinner, my Aunt Matilda! I wanted a bromide just hearing her recite these recipes of death! She claimed she got all her best "receipts" from a Mrs. Beeton. Thank goodness that Beeton woman wasn't cooking for us! While she had her back turned pouring the tea, I spotted something else in the table drawer: Mrs. White's bankbook. Quickly, I flipped to the last page: How could a Cook cook up a balance that high? Boddy had told me she was in charge of the household accounts. Maybe she was skimming more than the gravy… the gravy train's more like it!
Mr. Green: What I found in the Billiard Room… Green and I had agreed to a game of Billiards after Sunday dinner. I must have arrived earlier than he expected because when I walked in he quickly hid something behind his back. Knowing I'd seen it, he held out the Wrench and tried to cover up: "Uhhhh… had to tighten the leg bolts before we played." Well, that was hard to swallow. The table weighed close to half a ton and tightening those massive legs would take more than a plumber's wrench. We racked the balls and started our first game. I was playing badly, and Green got a greedy look in his eye. "Let's make this interesting, shall we?" he challenged, pulling a wad of cash from his pocket. "Nothing like a little green on the green to heighten the excitement." "Oh, no!" I replied. "Your stakes would be too rich for my blood." He kept after me, but I stood my ground. The way he pushed I got the distinct impression he was interested in more than the heightened challenge. This man needs the money, I said to myself.
Mrs. Peacock: What I found in the Conservatory…" At dusk on Saturday, Mrs. Peacock was in the Conservatory furiously cutting every leaf off one of Boddy's African violets with a Knife. Before I could speak, she rushed out the door to the lawn and hailed Colonel Mustard, who was strolling the grounds with one of Boddy's Borzoi hounds at his heel. The plant tag stuck in the pot read "Saintpaulia 'Sailor's Girl.'" Odd name for a plant, I thought, but what had that little violet ever done to make her so angry? I also couldn't help but notice that Mrs. Peacock had left her handbag on the wicker couch. And I couldn't help but notice the clasp was open, and it would only take a tick to see what was inside. (Boddy had told me to look around, after all.) Inside was a fiver - not much money to have on you for a whole weekend in the country - and a pawn ticket, dated the day before. It was for a strand of pearls - and it was for a bundle. What did Mrs. Peacock need that kind of money fore? And where was the money now?
Professor Plum: What I found in the Library…" Professor Plum was in the Library all day Saturday, taking down one book after another from the shelves, riffling through the pages, then putting each back. From the doorway, I asked what he was looking for. He whirled around, stuffing what looked like a small vial imprinted with a Skull and Crossbones into his pocket. A Poison Bottle! He gave me a positively filthy look. I mumbled something like, "Nothing like a good book." He mumbled something like "Need a new recipe for slug bait" and turned back to his search. I left him to it. After lunch Plum went upstairs for a nap, and I returned to the library. I started with the shelf below the one he had been working on. Skimming over the titles, something caught my eyes. Sticking up between the pages of Hortus Third, a plant encyclopedia, was a receipt from an herbalist in the village of Lower Slaughter. It was for several grams of Belladonna… I know that means "beautiful woman" in Italian… but something make me look it up in the Hortus. It means beautiful lady, all right. But it's deadly poison. Belladonna also means Death.
Conservatory, Billiard Room, Library, Study
|Celebrating 50 years of murder!|
Golden highlights grace this golden anniversary edition of Clue - including gold-foil on the tri-fold gameboard based on the 1996 edition. Housed in a beautiful embossed tin box, the game includes metal weapons, pewter pieces and a special tin to hold the weapons (which doubles as a dice cup).
This edition offers a special weapon - the poison. The playing piece is fashioned after the Master Detective version. Also included in the edition is an invitation-style notepad holder.
A detailed instruction booklet sets up the crime with a fascinating story. It also includes the history of the game which seems to be popular in the later editions. Overall, even though this edition mimics the unpleasant 1996 edition, it pulls it off very elegantly.