Silver Pickled Cherry Sour

Leslie watched her fiancee read the first clue. The way her eyes twitched and squinted, the way her lips curled into a satisfactory grin. Raja placed the sheet down, reciting the poem. “One for sorrow, Two for mirth, Three for a wedding, Four for a birth, Five for silver..”

“Six for dilver”? That’s where you lose me, hon. You can make up a word for the rhyme, but I can’t know what that means. Does it have to do with dill? Is the next clue a pickle? I have no idea.

Pickles were exactly on her mind, the “IMPHY-Dilver” she mentioned was the critical alloy needed to ensure the metal pickle lids formed a tight seal over the glass jars, thus preventing the crocodills from smelling the pickles, which would have endangered the mission.

“Tick Tock Susan! Remember the warrant is still hanging over your head!” Barked Officer Terry Grimes. Susan had to make sure this mission succeeded quickly or she’d be in BIG trouble. She was about to speak when Terry suddenly shouted “WARRANT! WARRANT!” Like some weird parrot.

Susan knew if he said "Warrant" one more time, the hair metal band of the same name would appear & never go away. Could anyone survive listening to them perform "Cherry Pie" ad infinitum? Just as Grimes was about to cry out the band's name a 3rd time, she pistol-whipped him.