Mystery Meal Lovers Pillows

"We keep getting billed from DoorDash. Who here has been ordering all this food?"

"I'll have the Investigator's Special."

"Yes I know, and you dropped sauce on your shirt."

'How is the water prepared?'

Detective and child follow footprints using magnifying glasses.

"And for dessert, I'd like the mice pudding."

Conspiracy Theory Bookstore: JFK, Princess Di, and Osama Bin Laden.

"The DNA sample from the mink fibres found in the suspect's car matched the DNA sample from the mink coat found at the scene of the crime, so I'm thinking, maybe these minks were twins?"

"So, I went into this fancy new butcher shop and they were selling ostrich of all things!"

"We're here, Harry."

"My creative writing professor suggested that I write about what I know...from my own experience!"

'Stop him, he's got the receipe.' Duck running away

Culture clash

'What ever happened to that persnickety inspector?'

'Gluten-free manna will come in the second salvo.'

"Just remember...the main ingredient in all my dishes is love."

'Don't you ever get tired of all the whispering?'

'Emotional blackmail.'

"No one knows his identity. He just turns up, cuts your grass, then departs without leaving his name. They call him the Lawn Ranger."

"Hmmm...this'll be a tough one..."

'If you promise to never try to open the locked attic door, the owner will take $20,00 off!'

"Sure we could just print out the specials, but the chef doesn't want to leave a paper trail."

'We've learned to keep the mystery in our marriage -- every now and then, we put on disguises and have an affair with each other.'

"Well Inspector - that little trap you set seems to have worked!"

'I'll have the mystery meat with anonymous vegetables.'

"She always said she'd only share this recipe over her dead body."

I like a good whodunit.

'Hey, this is not exactly what I had in mind when I paid for this Mystery Tour...'

"Miss Garnet, get me everything we have on spontaneous generation."

Hand coming out of chandelier pulls cover off waiter's food.

Deep in the heart of the one-star restaurant district...'Guess what you're eating buffet!'

A woman opens her washing machine and the missing sock monster climbs out.

"OK! I promise that the questions will be easy!"

CIA Cafeteria: 'It's nice of you to ask, but the recipe is classified.'

'I can't tell you what's in the stew because it's classified.'