A/N- This is a crack fic. Don't read it if you don't like crack.
That came out wrong.
Disclaimer- I am not the owner of the Sherlock Holmes title, or any of its sub categories. I also didn't create bananas. Thank SCIENCE for that one.
It was your average day in the Holmes-Watson flat.
Actually, no, forget that, there were no average days in that flat. Except Thursday afternoons. But who can ever get the hang of Thursday afternoons anyway?
John had just arrived home from another row with a pin machine - a dreadfully common occurence in his life- when he heard a muffled sort of moaning.
"JAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWNNNNNN." It came from the kitchen, so John went to the dingy area in a hurry. It was covered in old expiriments and cadaver's body parts. Sherlock's clothes were in a heap on the floor, and the sound was coming from a wiggling object underneath them. John tentatively grabbed the object, and found it was a banana... WITH A FACE!
"Sherlock!" He gasped.
"Jawn!" Bananalock Holmes said. John burst into a fit of laughter, tried to control his spasming body, and asked,
"Wh- What Happened?" And laughed some more.
"It was an expiriment." He said dully.
"A What?" John asked, incredulous.
"AN. EX. PIRIMENT!" Then John decided he was hungry, and swiftly ate the shrieking Bananalock.
The End!
A/N- Sweet dreams kiddies. Sweet dreams.
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