Oh, no! It was coming! No time to find a loo! Dear God! Designer pants ruined! And everybody staring at him like crazy!
Then he puked.
"Oh, my poor little guy!" Sherlock Holmes exclaimed, never forgetting that his artistic nose smelled explosively expelled vomit and shit.
"Heaven helps me!" screamed Doctor John Watson. "Let me leave here! There are photographers everywhere!"
"Don't cry, kid," Sherlock Holmes died almost of stench. "I will bring you back home swaddled in my oversized overcoat."
"Thank you!" Crying Doctor John Watson. "It's worse than the watermark on my crotch!"
"Exactly, but nobody sees it now, just smells it."
"You are servant of angels!"
"Yes, you're a bit of nonsense, Mr. Shit Pants!"
"Oh, oh, oh!"
"Tush, tush!" Sherlock Holmes winked at his little playfellow.
