Disclaimer: If you feel the urge to sue me for writing fan fiction, just repeat to yourself: Katkid doesn't own Digimon. It's just a fan fic, it's just a fan fic….
The Adventures of TK Holmes
Mimi Tachikawa knocked on the door in the Takaishi apartment labeled:
TK Holmes: Private Eye
Ask about our new easy pay plan!
"Enter," came the quiet reply from within. Mimi opened the door and stepped inside. The room was dim, due to the fact that the curtains were drawn. The only light came from a tiny lamp sitting on a huge oak desk. A high backed chair was turned away from the door, hiding whoever was sitting in it from view, although Mimi would have trouble seeing whoever it was anyways because she was wearing a paper bag over her head with extremely small eyeholes.
"Love what you've done with your bedroom, TK," Mimi giggled. "But, uh, where do you keep the bed?"
"Don't use my real name!" the person sitting in the high-backed chair cried out.
"Sorry."
The high-backed chair swiveled around, revealing…a small eight year old boy with blond hair and blue eyes whose legs dangled a good six inches off the floor.
"So what seems to be the problem?"
"TK? Where are you? I can't see very good," Mimi said, squinting to see through the small eyeholes.
"Well, take the bag off your head! That was my easiest case yet! Case clos--"
"Wait a sec! I can't take the bag off my head!"
"Why not?"
"Because…my make-up has been…stolen!"
TK furrowed his brow and replied: "well, go buy some more. Case cl--"
"That's why I came here! So you could find it!"
"Oh. Sit down and stay here. I'll go and investigate. WATSON!"
While Mimi was looking for a place to sit down, a voice replied: "I'm not Watson!"
"WATSON!" TK hollered.
"TK Takaishi, my name isn't Watson!"
TK cringed and cried: "my name is TK Holmes! TK HOLMES! Not TAKAISHI! Now, Watson get out here! We've got a new case!"
"Honestly, TK, I can't believe I let you scam me into this," Kari muttered. "And I already told you my name's *not* Watson!"
"Come, Watson! We must investigate!" TK cried, jumping down from the chair and running out of his bedroom door.
"I'm *not* Watson!" Kari shouted as she reluctantly followed.
~*~
Hours later…
"Look, Watson! A clue!"
Kari rolled her eyes, not bothering to tell TK for the millionth time that she wasn't Watson and replied: "TK, it's a Coke bottle."
"A Coke bottle with…fingerprints that will lead us to the make-up thief!"
"Yeah…we can put it in the wheelbarrow with the old sneaker, the latex glove and the cans of unopened Spam, cured ham and--Mimi?"
"Canned Mimi? Where, Watson?" TK inquired, darting his eyes right and left.
Kari brought her hand to her forehead and replied: "no, TK. Mimi's here. And she's not wearing the paper bag over her head."
"Oh. Hi, Mimi."
"Hi, TK Takai--I mean uh…TK Holmes," Mimi greeted. "I just came to tell you that you can quit. I found it myself."
"You see that, Watson? We cracked the case! Case closed!"
"I'm. Not. Watson!"