Chapter 1: The Holmes Brothers
"Daaaaaad!" Mycroft yelled running downstairs, "Sherlock blew my lab up!"
Mr. Holmes folded up his newspaper and took a deep breath.
"Mycroft said I could use it." Sherlock answered from the landing on the 2d floor.
"I said you could conduct a small experiment; I didn't give you permission to build a BOMB and then TEST it on my bedroom!"
"Well I sure as couldn't blow my own bedroom up; It just wouldn't be convenient." Sherlock replied hopping downstairs.
"You're paying for the repairs, plus a compensation fee."
"I don't get an allowance, so too bad"
"Then you'll pay me when you do, with interest" Mycroft spun around to his father, "Dad, I want a written statement from Sherlock."
Mr. Holmes looked around, prying that Mrs. Holmes would show up to rescue him.
"Mycroft, Sherlock's only 4, he can't even write yet."
"Oh I can write, Dad, I learnt last year after learning how to read," Sherlock said cheerfully.
"What are you beaming for, you're reading capacity is only 200 words a minute. At your age I was reading twice as fast." Mycroft snapped.
"Well, maybe I would be reading a lot faster if someone would share their books."
"Daaaad!" Mycroft moaned, "Sherlock can't read my books, they're mine and not for his age."
"Why? Because they consist of political economics?"
"You don't even know what that means. So, don't be smart, Sherlock, I'm the smart one."
Mrs. Holmes suddenly entered the room carrying a dead frog in one hand and dragging a short and dirty boy with the other.
"Siger dear, Gregory's straggled another one of my frogs again." She whispered, "Don't you think we should get him help."
"... " Mr. Holmes was now holding back a short tempered Mycroft from Sherlock who was jumping on the table by means to provoke his older sibling.
"Well, you deal with it, I'm going out to do the shopping." Mrs. Holmes finally said, "And make sure they don't break anything." She added opening the front door.
Suddenly the sound of shattering glass resonated from behind them, but Mrs. Holmes was already making her way to the car.
Mr. Holmes watched her pull out the driveway and he then turned back to find his three sons demolish the living room.