Survivor: Toon Zone - Immunity Challenge 5

[Colin]

Welcome back... Kitty Brigade getting their first look at the new Team Death, Eddy was voted out at the last tribal council.

We've gone this long doing the same thing, so now it's time to shake things up. . . This week, you will all be sad to know that there will be NO tribal council... however, the tribe that loses this contest will still be losing a member. During last week's competition, a question was asked "Which opposing Tribe Member would you like on your team." Do well this week, and it very well may happen... however, I won't tell either tribe who they are playing for. They will find that out on Sunday.

Now, because there will be no Tribal Council this week, we're going to run the challenge a little bit differently. The challenge will last until Friday @ 11:59 pm.

Now, the game... The rules are quite simple... we have a series of "Whodunits" ...those 5-minute mysteries we've loved as a kid. However, each tribe will be given them one at a time, and will NOT get a new one until I have recieved the correct answer. Once the correct answer has been received, I will PM the point person with the next puzzle. The tribe with the most correct puzzles will get a new member...

Kitty Brigade, because they have an extra number of players has chosen to sit out Ikki D Leo this week.

Let's get to it...

SURVIVORS READY!!!

Sherman Holmes didn't know how he did it; but he did, and on a regular basis. Sometimes he'd see a police cruiser and stop to see what was happening. Sometimes he'd follow the sound of a siren. More often than not, he would just be walking or driving around when a sixth sense would tell him to turn her or stop there.

It was this sixth sense for crime that brought him to the Hudson Office Building on a blustery March day. Sherman settled quietly into a chair in the lobby, patiently waiting for something to happen.

The first visitor to catch his eye was a bike messenger, arriving with a package-filled backpack and a long document tube. The messenger disappeared into an express elevator labeled 31st floor. Five minutes later, the messenger reappeared and left the building, still carrying the tube but one package lighter.

Taking his place in the elevator was an elegantly attrived man, an older gentleman, using a cane as he limped heavily on his left leg.

The gentleman reappeared in the lobby ten minutes later. On his exit from the elevator he nearly collided with a woman in a Gucci suit. The umbrella in her left hand became momentarily entangled with the cane in his right.

"Watch where you're going," she snapped.

"My apologies," he replied.

The man limped off and the woman pressed her button and fidgeted with her umbrella until the elevator door closed. Her visit lasted five minutes.
Sherman was beginning to think his crime-sensing instincts were flawed. Perhaps it was this nasty cold he was just getting over. Then a pair of police officiers rushed into the lobby and took the same express elevator to the 31st floor. "It's about time they called in the police," Sherman said with satisfaction.

When they left the building a half hour later, Sherman followed them to the Baker Street Coffee Shop. He slipped into the booth behind theirs, quietly ordered an english muffin and eavesdropped.

"What was a million-dollar painting doing in the reception area?" the older cop asked his partner. Sherman recognized him as Sergeant Gunther Wilson, an officer he'd chatted with at dozens of other crime scenes.

The 31st floor, it seems, contained the offices of the Hudson Company's top brass, and the furnishings in the reception area included a small Monet oil, about one foot square. Only three visitors had been alone there long enough to cut the painting out of its frame -- a bike messenger delivering documents, the ne-er0do-well uncle of the company president wanting to borrow a few dollars, and the vice-president's estranged wife, who had come to complain about her allowance. All three had visited the offices before and could have previously noticed the unguarded painting.
"Excuse me," Sherman said as he rose from his booth and ambled up to Officer Wilson and his partner.

Wilson saw the pudgy little man in the deerstalker cap and frock-coat and beamed. "Sherlock Holmes, I presume."

"That was my great-great-grandfather." Sherman answered politely. "But I did inherit a few of his modest powers. Would you like me to tell you who stole the painting?"

Who stole the painting?
What clue gave the thief away?

[Colin]

Quick addendum for this week's challenge: *anyone* can submit an answer when they think they have it. If the answer is correct, the person who sent it will recieve the next puzzle and be responsible for sharing it with his or her tribemates...

[Kinel Ozoa]

Great! Though challenging I LOVE these things!!!

[The Detective]

So if we send you a solution, but don't hear back from you at all we should assume we were incorrect?

[TimTwoFace]

Ack, my head hurts already!

Either way, BRING. IT. ON. Team Death will rise (from the dead, no less) to the challenge!

-Tim

[Colin]

So if we send you a solution, but don't hear back from you at all we should assume we were incorrect?

If I reply because you are incorrect, I'll say so... unless another team member has also replied and has a correct answer, in which case they will get the next puzzle... So the key to this challenge is most definitely communication... and just remember what's on the line...

[Mr. Pedro]

Speaking of communication, Trogdor, you need to clean out your PM inbox. I tried to send you something earlier, but I got a message that said your inbox was full. Start cleanin' Troggie. Chop Chop!

[guinaevere]

Also speaking of communication, we submitted our next answer to you, Colin, but as you're off line right now, how does that play out when you're next on?

I mean, it's all to do with who gets answers first, right? What happens if one team submits an answer hours before the other team, but as you're not online to respond, will you account forthe time difference in submissions?

[Colin]

Also speaking of communication, we submitted our next answer to you, Colin, but as you're off line right now, how does that play out when you're next on?

I mean, it's all to do with who gets answers first, right? What happens if one team submits an answer hours before the other team, but as you're not online to respond, will you account forthe time difference in submissions?

Nope... because just like you guys can't be in front of your computers 24-7... neither can I However, considering on this task you guys have until Friday, whether or not I'm online to respond has little to do with when you get it... just remember you'll get it next time I'm on... providing your answer is correct

[guinaevere]

Yup. Makes sense. And actually, that occured to me this morning. I'm not sure why I was up so late last night, but I'm rather afraid that I was a bit loopy.

[The Detective]

Oh btw, did you write all these Colin?

[Colin]

Oh btw, did you write all these Colin?

Nope... and if I told you where I Got them from, you could just cheat... so you ain't getting it... yet ask again on Saturday

[guinaevere]

Whilst we are fierce competitors and to be feared... um.

Well, Happy Birthday Mr Pedro.

[TimTwoFace]

Fraternizing with the enemy, Ms. Gwen? *CROSSES ARMS AND LOOKS STERNLY DOWN NOSE AT HER*

*ahem*

I mean...happy birthday to Mistah Pedro.

-Tim

[Colin]

Ah, the last day of competition... who will win, who will win?

[Jave]

Ah, the last day of competition... who will win, who will win?

Kitty Brigade vs. Team Death


who will wins?

[TimTwoFace]

I think Javeman summed up the entire competition right there, in typical comedic fashion.

I WILL WINS!

-Tim