Trouble at the Office
KS: Hullo everyone! Now, some of you know I do funny crossover drawings, but not crossover fics. Well, I've decided to make a small exception with this humorous oneshot. I had the idea for this just this morning, and I wrote it up in my notebook during lunch.
All of you might not understand it, but I think most of you should. I'll explain at the end—I hope you enjoy it!
EDITED: I took some advice from Pompey, so hopefully it's even more funny!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sherlock Holmes or any of the marvellous affiliated characters or ideas. The honour of being their creator is Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's.
I sat down in the armchair across from my brother and accepted the drink he offered.
"So, brother," said I, not wanting to waste time with pleasantries, "Why have you asked me here to-day? Trouble at the office?"
Mycroft settled himself into his large, favoured chair and took a long, deliberate sip of his own drink before replying.
"Yes, Sherlock. You know the government—not a day without trouble!"
"What is it now?"
"Trouble is brewing, Sherlock. Trouble in the Ministry of Silly Walks."
I nearly spat out my drink.
"The…Ministry of Silly Walks?!" I said incredulously. "What the deuce is that?"
Mycroft raised an eyebrow at me, wrinkling his massive forehead.
"Really, you should pay attention to the news of your government. But then again...I believe the Ministry of Silly Walks was instituted during your absence."
I wished to express my annoyance at the preposterous existence of such an institution, but I could see that Mycroft felt very much as I did about it, and did not wish to talk about it.
"Well, what do you need my help for?" I asked.
"There has been murder, Sherlock, and Whitehall is positively buzzing about it."
"Murder?" said I, leaning forward instinctively with interest. "Pray, give me every detail."
"Well, a certain Mr. Wesley Grant has been developing a Silly Walk for the past five years, and it was very nearly completed."
"Was?" I interrupted.
"Mr. Grant was found on Friday, murdered, in Regent's Park. He was found slumped against a tree with wound on his head in the shape of some fresh fruit--possibly a banana--which was obviously the fatal injury. The French have been trying to steal the secret of Mr. Grant's revolutionary silly walk for months, and therefore the suspicion rests upon them at the present."
"Wait, stop, stop, stop." I said.
Mycroft looked at me, puzzled.
"Mycroft, this has gotten far too silly. It must stop. I refuse to offer my services—it is just far too silly." I said, standing.
"But Sherlock, your country—"
"—Can do very well without silly walks!" I said, interrupting my brother again. "No, we're ending this. I'm leaving. Good-bye, Mycroft, and pray don't call for me again until you're ready to be reasonable."
KS: If you DIDN'T ALREADY REALISE IT…this was a bit crossing over with Monty Python's "The Ministry of Silly Walks" sketch. XD Also, there was a bit of reference to the How to Defend Yourself Against Fresh Fruit sketch.
Like I said…written over lunch…review, please. XD