The Séance Was a Lie·Episode 2 of 2·1:56
The Fruit Basket
When fake medium Madame Dot jokes that a dead friend's will is hidden in a pumpkin, the will turns up exactly there. A cozy, funny mystery about a retirement-home séance club and the heirs who want that will.
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Good morning, Madame Dot. We brought fruit.
Nobody brings fruit unless they want something.
Rodney. The late Leonard's nephew.
Vivian's brother. We're just here to help.
We're live on Facebook! It's the niece and nephew!
My neighbor Bunny. Put that thing down, Bunny.
And a gold turban! For Madame Dot's readings!
Five hundred dollars. For your trouble.
Leonard's lawyer, Mr. Pettibone, will take it from here.
Thirty-five years I was a court stenographer.
I know what a bribe sounds like.
This is Leonard's last will. It replaces the old one.
And it leaves me his cottage.
Says a fortune teller.
God rest him. He played cards here every Sunday.
Mr. Pettibone can read it in front of everybody.
Till then, it stays with me.
Whoopsie-daisy!
Here you go! No harm done.
At my door you said, We're just here to help.
Then you said, Whoopsie-daisy.
Nobody says whoopsie-daisy unless they're up to something.
It was my idea. No will, no fuss.
Rodney! I did not tell you to do that.
Say hi to Facebook, Rodney.
Mr. Pettibone reads the old will on Halloween night.
The one that leaves the cottage to us.
Our buyer signs for it the next morning.
Then he can read this one too.
Sorry. It was a rental.
And I'll tell Mr. Pettibone the fortune teller wrote it.
Dot... can you prove Leonard wrote it?