I’m born in the depths where no light ever gleams, Then rise to escape in a sigh or a scream. Some blame me, some claim me, some flee my offence I slip past your guard with a puff of suspense

In some fairy tales, you will find me Perhaps in a swamp, or with witches three Some people lick me to get ‘high’ I won’t give you warts, because that’s a lie.

I’m done when you want to get back to nature. Long summer days, there’s nothing better. Sitting around the fire with a nice cold drink. Just try not to bring everything but the kitchen sink

I'm best pals with salt, If you sneeze, it's probably my fault. I can also be green, yellow or red. Or so spicy your taste buds will be dead. What am I?

A hippie, a smartie, a couple, the crew. Fighting against monsters, liars, and voodoo. Along with a dog that has a penchant for snacks. These young detectives are always on the scene. Hop along and join their mystery machine.