Old Slater O''Shea, the golden goose, was ruler of a peculiar roost. A gaggle of free-loading O''Sheas were lazing around the mansion, letting Slater foot the bills, while they waited for him to die and leave them his money. But Uncle Slater was in fine health, and someone got tired of waiting. When Slater went upstairs for a little nip before his nap, his bottle of bourbon was labeled "Rest in Peace." It was up to Cibola City''s finest to find out who''d cooked Uncle Slater''s goose … before the charming O''Sheas could play any more gruesome games in their battle for the goose''s gold.

Old Slater O''Shea, the golden goose, was ruler of a peculiar roost. A gaggle of free-loading O''Sheas were lazing around the mansion, letting Slater foot the bills, while they waited for him to die and leave them his money. But Uncle Slater was in fine health, and someone got tired of waiting. When Slater went upstairs for a little nip before his nap, his bottle of bourbon was labeled "Rest in Peace." It was up to Cibola City''s finest to find out who''d cooked Uncle Slater''s goose … before the charming O''Sheas could play any more gruesome games in their battle for the goose''s gold.

Old Slater O''Shea, the golden goose, was ruler of a peculiar roost. A gaggle of free-loading O''Sheas were lazing around the mansion, letting Slater foot the bills, while they waited for him to die and leave them his money. But Uncle Slater was in fine health, and someone got tired of waiting. When Slater went upstairs for a little nip before his nap, his bottle of bourbon was labeled "Rest in Peace." It was up to Cibola City''s finest to find out who''d cooked Uncle Slater''s goose … before the charming O''Sheas could play any more gruesome games in their battle for the goose''s gold.