Things have taken a drastic turn, or so it seems, on today's Alley Oaf. I don't recall if we ever actually saw someone stabbed in the classics, even though there might have been some deaths. It's a question you long time Oop fans should answer. But my today's outburst isn't about that. Ever since this newfangled neverending nincompoopy nonsense began, all we've seen is a pointless cheap parlour-tricks of puerile poopycock parodies and putrid point-blank plagiarisms. After all that, now it's time to plagiarize and parodyze from one of those ol' murder mysteries, Agatha Christie, etc., like where a similar situation happens. Or maybe it's a parody (lazy rip off) of the story where some folks are only ones on an island or something. Eh, who cares? Because we know that all we'll get out of this "murder mystery" is some lame gags and a lamer closure. Hey, maybe it was a talking sentient mouse who lives in a hole this mansion who did it. T...