Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock
"What is all this?!" Shertick demanded, glaring at the officers that were swarming around 221 beehive.
Locustrade grinned broadly.
"A bugs-drugs-bust!" The insect inspector said cheerfully.
Shertick frowned.
"A dugs-bugs-dust?"
"A drigs-big-bust!" John-beetle corrected him.
"A big-wigs-rust?"
"A brig-dig's-..."
"ENOUGH!" Locustrade shouted, antenna twitching.
"It's a drugs bust!" He said. "For bugs!"
"Ooh..." John-beetle's mandibles pursed in understanding.
"Wait," he said. "Bugs use drugs?"
"Only this one," Locustrade replied, glancing over at Shertick disapprovingly.
"I've told you already, I'm clean!" The consulting deticktive cried.
"Yes," John-beetle affirmed. "He's really turned over a new leaf."
"Ha!" Anderflea sneered. "I'll believe that when I flea it!"
"Shut up, Anderflea!" Shertick said scathingly. "You're nothing but a blood-sucking parasite!"
"Look who's talking!"
"Boys, boys, that's enough!" Locustrade shouted.
"Aha!" Donovant yelled triumphantly. "What's this?" She demanded, as she held up a glass jar in her tiny claws.
"Read the label, you idiotic infesting-"
"Then what's this?"
"That's my jam!" John-beetle shouted.
"What about thi-" *CRASH!* "-oops...!"
"All of you, bugger off!" Shertick cried.
Meanwhile, Mark Gatiss stood in his garage, staring into the strange looking little bee hive with a morbid sort of fascination.
"Well," he thought calmly, "I'm going to need a much bigger shoe..."
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