I find clues everywhere I look.
They’re never clues relevant to the problem at hand, but they are clues to something, and someday I’ll get a clue as to what that something is.

I cheat and watch blues clues. They always end up giving me the answer in the end.

The refrigerator. If you can’t find it there, at least you’ll have something to eat.

The clues were the friends we made along the way. Every one of them was super sus.

Under the street lights

Between the couch cushions, under the bed, in the dirty laundry pile, you know the normal places you look for stuff.

I usually skadoo into a book

in the clue drawer, duh.