They’re here to solve a murder, of course. The most powerful and hated man in the village (who was about to foreclose on the bar along with several other local businesses, tear up the kiddie beach, and bulldoze a 2,000-year-old oak tree in order to create a golf and leisure center with a dock for yachts) has collapsed and expired over his single malt, an odor of bitter almonds wafting from his blue lips. Knowing their constabulary to be completely incompetent, and themselves all suspect, the local yokels have called in Father Dintouchim Murphy, Reverend Mehitabel Casewright, and Rabbi Solvitt Goldfarb to find someone they don’t like, or even remember, guilty of the crime for which they’re all grateful.
They’re here to solve a murder, of course. The most powerful and hated man in the village (who was about to foreclose on the bar along with several other local businesses, tear up the kiddie beach, and bulldoze a 2,000-year-old oak tree in order to create a golf and leisure center with a dock for yachts) has collapsed and expired over his single malt, an odor of bitter almonds wafting from his blue lips. Knowing their constabulary to be completely incompetent, and themselves all suspect, the local yokels have called in Father Dintouchim Murphy, Reverend Mehitabel Casewright, and Rabbi Solvitt Goldfarb to find someone they don’t like, or even remember, guilty of the crime for which they’re all grateful.