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crystal: Hello, Barlow. I'm glad you made it here.
barlow: You picked a fitting place for our final confrontation.
barlow: But now we have to end this!... uh, if that's alright with you...
crystal: Not quite yet... you see, I've solved this case.
barlow: Oh, have you now?
barlow: Go ahead, then. Who took the urn?
crystal: It was YOU who took it!
barlow: Uh... no.
crystal: I wasn't you?
barlow: That doesn't make any sense! Why would I take it? All I want is to get some sleep!
crystal: It was Turnip.
barlow: It couldn't have been Turnip. He was with me the whole night, getting rid of those zombies in the marsh.
crystal: Oh... oh, yeah. Right. I forgot about that.
crystal: Alex took the urn. He did it so you'd have to kill me.
barlow: That's a plausible explanation, and it's something that's crossed my mind...
barlow: However... Alex told his mother that he didn't take it, and she verified that he was telling the truth.
crystal: Oh, yeah. Wait a minute... I've got more.
crystal: It was stolen by someone we don't know.
barlow: Who? We know everyone in town.
crystal: You're sure of that?
barlow: Absolutely.
crystal: You had mentioned something about zombies in the marsh. Maybe one of them?...
barlow: Those zombies can walk like two miles an hour. They couldn't have come this far into the town.
barlow: And let me remind you that YOU are the reason the zombies are popping up in the first place.
crystal: Oh, that's right... everything is my fault.
crystal: The urn was not stolen at all.
barlow: What? Obviously it was taken by someone. We've been looking for it all day!
crystal: Ah, but there's another explanation!
barlow: Okay, like what?
crystal: The urn was not stolen at all.
barlow: What? Obviously it was taken by someone. We've been looking for it all day!
crystal: Ah, but there's another explanation!
barlow: Okay, like what?
crystal: It accidentally fell out of this monument.
barlow: Fell out...
crystal: Yeah, and rolled away. Help me look for it.
barlow: We checked this area this morning. And it can't have just fallen out like that... it was stuck firmly in its place.
crystal: Someone took the urn to have it polished.
barlow: Who?
crystal: I dunno.
barlow: No one would do that!
crystal: A powerful magnet latched onto it and pulled it out.
barlow: A magnet. That's your answer?
crystal: Yeah.
barlow: And where did this magnet come from? A passing UFO?
crystal: Uh... maybe...
barlow: Oh, yeah... our mayor's urn was abducted by aliens. Real good deductive reasoning, that.
crystal: The urn left on its own accord.
barlow: It just grew legs?... and walked away...
crystal: I know it sounds stupid, but it's no better than any other solution.
crystal: The urn turned invisible. It never actually left its place.
barlow: Ha! Now that's funny!
crystal: You don't believe me?
barlow: Are you really being serious?
crystal: The urn turned invisible. It never actually left its place.
barlow: Ha! Now that's funny!
crystal: You don't believe me?
barlow: Are you really being serious?
crystal: What about an army of insects?... Uh, Bigfoot? A passing urn-collector?
barlow: Now you're starting to scrape the bottom of the barrel. You don't really know, do you?
crystal: Er... no.
barlow: What is it with you?! Blaming Eliza... making up crazy solutions...
barlow: I just don't understand your behavior. Like... what did you do with the mirror from our parlor?
crystal: I didn't take it.
barlow: Then why... wait a minute.
barlow: Aha! Here you are!
crystal: It's been here all along?! That means the town was never in any danger.
barlow: You see? This is how to solve a crime. And it isn't hard to figure out who tried to set us up.
barlow: That's right, the credit for solving this one is all mine.
crystal: I can prove that it turned invisible.
barlow: Show me.
crystal: Watch carefully. The big clue was in the parlor, or rather what wasn't there...
crystal: Voila! Your urn.
crystal: You see, it was cleverly concealed using the mirror from our parlor.
barlow: But... but this means we haven't been in danger at all!
crystal: Right. And one guess as to who set us up.
barlow: Oh, he is in so much trouble right now.