The Conclusion of the Silver Safety Pin Affair - Intro and Scene 1

Alright, after much discussion, Grace and I have decided to release your Christmas present one bit at a time, Holmes style! Heh, not like Holmes released Christmas presents one bit at a time...but yeah. Kinda like the 12 days of Christmas, only there's 15 days until Christmas. Yeah. I'll stop rambling now.

As for *what* your present is, it's a story, in play/dramatic format. Only it's not just any story...it's a RANDOM story! *giggles* It's not normal Holmes story format...It's totally totally random. But it's so funny. And we've had a blast putting it together.

Small disclaimer: I am NOT wild, and crazy, like I sound in this. And neither is Grace. Yeah. *cough* In other words, this thing is not true to our real personalities, except for Grace's (and my occasional) sarcasm. :P We just exaggerated everything times a million, to make it funny and random.

So, here's kinda how we've been doing this: I write a little, and send it to Grace, who edits it how she likes it. And vice versa. Therefore, you shouldn't be able to tell who wrote what parts, because we took turns and edited each other's so that we ended up with a mix of both of us in each scene. Make sense? Good. Cause I'm not explaining it anymore. (lol)

I know this is short but we decided against posting scene 2 for reasons we shall not reveal :P You'll see it in due time.

Without further ado, here you are:

THE CONCLUSION OF THE SILVER SAFETY PIN AFFAIR
(title compliments of Grace :D)

Characters:
BW - Bre W.
GB - Grace B.
SH - Sherlock Holmes
JW - John Watson
MH - Mrs. Hudson
P - special surprise :P

Scene One - GB's house

BW: (flies into room out of breath) omg, Grace, my SAFETY PIN!

GB: (turns around from kitchen sink, where she is washing dishes, which involves flinging soap bubbles all over the floor in ecstasy) What about your safety pin, my dear?

BW: It's goooone! Now my poor, poor hamster will be stolen by thieves, as there is nothing to deter them. Poor, poor hamster! (falls to the floor, sobbing)

GB: Ah, I do indeed lament your hamster's newfound vulnerability. Well, I suppose there isn't a thing we can do about it. (pauses) Except...

BW: (clambering to her feet) What? Except what?

GB: Well...eh, well, we could consult the world's greatest consulting detective, Sherlock Holmes...with him being the world's greatest consulting detective and all. (tilts head and looks at BW with a "duh" look)

BW: Yes! Yes! (throws GB over her shoulder and runs out the door)

GB: (enjoying the ride) Er...yeah!

EXEUNT