– (Anthony) I know, the Butler did it!
– (Ian) Shut up!!! Hey, mom, I’m just calling to let you know that I won’t be able to make it to dinner. I have to go this stupid party
that Anthony’s throwing. I’ll talk to you later.
Love you– not really though–bye. What the hell is that?! Uh…(nervous chuckle) Welcome my Murder Mystery Party! (forced laughter) What’re you talking about? Y-Y-You’ve been invited to help me solve one of the most complicated
mysteries of all time. Who killed that mailman? Oh, that’s a woman,
so it’s a mailwoman. Mailman! Okay, mailwoman just sounds weird. Have you ever heard
anyone say that? No, don’t be stupid.
It’s mailman! So is she really dead? Yeah, of course she is. Come on, man, this is so exciting. It’s like we’re part of a real mystery! Uh, no we’re not.
You were here alone and you’re covered in blood. (splutters) I fell down the stairs. We don’t have stairs in this house. Yeah, dude, that’s part of the mystery! Okay, it’s not a mystery.
You obviously killed her. (gasps) Look! A clue! Look at this!
It’s a footprint. It looks like a size nine. Yeah, it looks just like your shoe print. Ah, no, this is the most popular
type of shoe on the planet. Plus, they’re actually really
comfortable to murder people while wearing them.
Not that I would know that. See, you basically just
admitted you murdered her. Oh my god, dude, it’s another clue! Oh my god! It says…”Another person will die
within the next 64 seconds.” Dude, that’s your handwriting. Uh, no, judging by this handwriting,
this man is obviously a criminal genius! Okay, just get up. This is the invite you
gave me to your party! It’s a perfect match! I never sent you an invite. Hmm, this man must’ve
meticulously studied my handwriting, and then perfectly forged it
so it could invite you here so you could be the next victim! Okay, who’s to say it was a man? I mean, women can be killers too. No, well, statistically speaking,
most serial killers are single, lonely white males. Oh, so basically you. Well, no, actually most people
think I’m Mexican so I don’t– No, Anthony, it’s definitely you! I don’t know why you
killed the mailwoman, but– – Mailman!
– Mail…MAN– Thank you. But either way, I’m gonna
have to call the cops. But I didn’t do it.
I swear! Okay, then who did it? I don’t know.
Maybe that guy. (screams) Hey, I got an invite to a party here. Something about hot grills,
a barbecue or somethin’? No, dude, that clearly says “hot girls”! Can you not read? Is that a dead body? – Yes.
– No! I’m callin’ the cops ’cause I’m
not going to jail for y’all– (shrieking) (clattering noises) What the sh*t is this?! The power must’ve gone off
during the raging storm. Dude, it’s completely sunny outside. Where the hell did a bookshelf come from? We don’t even own books. And I barely know how to read. What? Okay, so he must’ve been trying
to escape ’cause we found out that he was the killer, right?
And then he ran and bumped into the bookshelf, and it fell on him.
It killed him. Or you just killed him because you
saw him trying to dial 911, which is what I’m gonna do right now. Wait, look! (grunting) Mmm, I’m really
getting that stretch on! Aah! I bet that’s the killer! Come on, man, grab your camera
and get a picture – before she escapes.
– Dude, she’s just some girl getting her stretch on. Or that’s exactly what
she wants you think. Okay, come on, man!
Grab your camera and get a picture! All right, all right. Seriously? See, she was the killer, all right? Okay, then why is she dead? Uh…she was so overcome with guilt
that she killed herself? Oh my god.
Dude, that’s the worst excuse ever. Just come clean!
You murdered all these people. I’m your best friend, man.
Come on, you’re just gonna have to believe me. (sighs) Sorry, dude,
there’s no other option. (mailwoman) Oh, really? (cackles) Mom?! He wasn’t the killer at all. It was me! So, wait, you’re not actually dead,
but you really did invite that guy over and kill him,
and also that random girl stretching outside? That’s correct. Wait, were you gonna kill me too?! Hadn’t decided yet. Wait, why did you do all this? To teach you boys a valuable lesson. Duh! A valuable lesson about what? I don’t know. Didn’t think it through that far. Did you boys learn something? I learned that my mom’s a murderer. And I learned that your mom
is apparently really good at covering me in blood
without me noticing. Good enough. See? Told you I wasn’t the killer. I should’ve never doubted you, man. Ugh, dude, where do you
think she got this blood? (Ian’s mom) Killed two hookers! Mom! (voice-over) Remember to always
trust your friends and never trust your parents
because they probably just murdered some random hookers. Well, I guess I have killed
a few hookers myself. What the f*ck?! (voice-over) Never mind,
don’t trust your friends either. Don’t trust anyone, I guess. You’re all alone. Sorry. (Ian) Hey, guys, thank you
so much for watching this video. It was totally based in real life.
I know, it’s crazy. My mom’s a murderer.
I-I did not know that was a real thing until last week. Just in case you guys didn’t know,
the new season of Smosh Babies just came out, so if you
wanna check that out, click the video on the right. Whoa, you poop Nutella now?
Can I try some? Mmm! Tastes like soiled diaper. (Anthony) And to see bloopers
from this video and this… I am so glad no one’s
around to hear me fart. ..click the video on the left. And click that little subscribe button
’cause if you’re subscribed, you’re not gonna get murdered. [captioned by Subtitle YouTube]