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Fore note: Please note that all the events described here are purely fictional. The characters however, are real. And it is very much based on a true event. We do not plan on copying the Sherlock Holmes Series, or its' characters. We do not plan on making personal benefits or [unfortunately] money out of this work.
Sherlock HolmesTM rightfully belongs and is written by Arthur Conan Doyle. Smoking is hazardous to health and Mr. Holmes and Watson do not encourage it.
Please credit Lt.Random, who is, Mr. Holmes for all the funny stuff. And Watson for being Watson and for recording this.
CHAPTER 1
It was a gloomy day in the busy streets of London. As I Watson remember, me and Mr. Holmes were in a friendly debate over something. He was clearly hiding something from me that was very sure.
"YOU CANT HIDE FROM ME!" I yelled at him.
With his legs on the table, his cap down, he replied, "I know, Watson." he replied calmly. "That's why I'm talking to you."
I mentally facepalmed myself. "I, I meant, 'you can't hide the truth from me'. That was a nice bit of deduction Mr. Holmes"
"Well Watson, I do what I do and I love it." He said. I smiled at Mr. Holmes and handed over his smoking pipe. "You missed that," I said with a little laughter. "Well said, Watson." He said again and started his usual Sherlock-smoking.
You see, it is normal for Mr. Holmes to get high when he smokes. he has grown fond to that habit and has seen his pipe as his best friend, even more that me, I might say.
I try to brace myself for what he's going to do, but my reflexes are very slow for his high-ness. "Oh...My...God, Watson," He lunges at me like a mad gorilla, with his pipe in place and pushes me over my chair to the wooden floor, "GET DOWN!"
I put my eyes in a way to sync with a familiar broad smile of my mouth as I get pushed down to the cold floor. Ah the same thing have I witnessed all my life.
Standing proudly before me, I see Holmes as I peel my face from the floor. "That was close," he says. "The unicorn could have run over you!"
Right. That unicorn could've also eaten me alive. I stand up and dust myself. "Err, that's...nice. Thank you for saving me, Please, have your seat."
"The pleasure is mine Watson," he says letting out a whiff of white smoke. "Anyways, we'll have a client coming in soon," I said.
"Excellent, I'm sure we'll get some clues from him!" I see that Mr. Holmes is rather pleased. With himself. I seems to have forgotten the case, so I ask him, "Mr. Holmes, please enlighten me. What is this case about?"
He started right away.
" There has been word that when the Queen jumped out of that helicopter in the Olympics she actually fell into a local barbeque. People suspect that the one who showed up was actually jack black dressed as the queen."
I thought intently. "So who is our client?" I ask.
"Rowan Atkinson."
I think hard. "Isn't that the popularly know comedian..."
"Yes, Watson."
"Mr. Pumpkin?"
"He too funn--" he stops in mid-sentence. "No Watson."
No?
"Ah! Yes, it was Mr. Tomato!"
"It's Mr. Apple." He stops smoking. "FIRETRUCKING APPLE WATSON"
I flinch backward and squeak, "Apple Watson?" What was he doing with my name...with his...?
"Didn't you read the auto bio I gave you?"
Now that you tell me... Oh man. This is bad. I bur...I ber...I bour...I BURNT THEM. I start biting my nails as Mr. Holmes starts looking at me with one of his eyebrows raised.
Forefore note: Please have popcorn in hand. We recommend that you listen to this while reading:
Fore note: Please note that all the events described here are purely fictional. The characters however, are real. And it is very much based on a true event. We do not plan on copying the Sherlock Holmes Series, or its' characters. We do not plan on making personal benefits or [unfortunately] money out of this work.
Sherlock HolmesTM rightfully belongs and is written by Arthur Conan Doyle. Smoking is hazardous to health and Mr. Holmes and Watson do not encourage it.
CHAPTER 1
It was a gloomy day in the busy streets of London. As I Watson remember, me and Mr. Holmes were in a friendly debate over something. He was clearly hiding something from me that was very sure.
"YOU CANT HIDE FROM ME!" I yelled at him.
With his legs on the table, his cap down, he replied, "I know, Watson." he replied calmly. "That's why I'm talking to you."
I mentally facepalmed myself. "I, I meant, 'you can't hide the truth from me'. That was a nice bit of deduction Mr. Holmes"
"Well Watson, I do what I do and I love it." He said. I smiled at Mr. Holmes and handed over his smoking pipe. "You missed that," I said with a little laughter. "Well said, Watson." He said again and started his usual Sherlock-smoking.
You see, it is normal for Mr. Holmes to get high when he smokes. he has grown fond to that habit and has seen his pipe as his best friend, even more that me, I might say.
I try to brace myself for what he's going to do, but my reflexes are very slow for his high-ness. "Oh...My...God, Watson," He lunges at me like a mad gorilla, with his pipe in place and pushes me over my chair to the wooden floor, "GET DOWN!"
I put my eyes in a way to sync with a familiar broad smile of my mouth as I get pushed down to the cold floor. Ah the same thing have I witnessed all my life.
Standing proudly before me, I see Holmes as I peel my face from the floor. "That was close," he says. "The unicorn could have run over you!"
Right. That unicorn could've also eaten me alive. I stand up and dust myself. "Err, that's...nice. Thank you for saving me, Please, have your seat."
"The pleasure is mine Watson," he says letting out a whiff of white smoke. "Anyways, we'll have a client coming in soon," I said.
"Excellent, I'm sure we'll get some clues from him!" I see that Mr. Holmes is rather pleased. With himself. I seems to have forgotten the case, so I ask him, "Mr. Holmes, please enlighten me. What is this case about?"
He started right away.
" There has been word that when the Queen jumped out of that helicopter in the Olympics she actually fell into a local barbeque. People suspect that the one who showed up was actually jack black dressed as the queen."
I thought intently. "So who is our client?" I ask.
"Rowan Atkinson."
I think hard. "Isn't that the popularly know comedian..."
"Yes, Watson."
"Mr. Pumpkin?"
"He too funn--" he stops in mid-sentence. "No Watson."
No?
"Ah! Yes, it was Mr. Tomato!"
"It's Mr. Apple." He stops smoking. "FIRETRUCKING APPLE WATSON"
I flinch backward and squeak, "Apple Watson?" What was he doing with my name...with his...?
"Didn't you read the auto bio I gave you?"
Now that you tell me... Oh man. This is bad. I bur...I ber...I bour...I BURNT THEM. I start biting my nails as Mr. Holmes starts looking at me with one of his eyebrows raised.
This is going to one long adventure.
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