Welcome to Scotland Yard! Here, everything we do is for the good and safety of the people, and we're right proud of it. Nothing beats tracking down a criminal and bringing them to justice, lemme tell you!

But, when we're not trying to beat the confessions out of the guilty, there isn't a whole lot to do in the Mystery Room, and the Prof and I are left with little else to do but paperwork -and we all know how fun that is- but it's not like we're the only ones in the building. In other words...
We're not the only ones that get bored.

"C'mon, Dustin, try not t-ta-ACHO!- drop them at least!"

"Cut that out you guys! I'm serious! I need those to see-hey!"

"Can't catch us wiv those eyes, ey? Wouldn't want you t'trip on somethin'! Florence, go long!"

"Guys!"

Laughter was not something one usually heard within the grand halls of Scotland Yard, but on slow days such as this one, it filled them to bursting, and even managed to leak into the very back of the back offices, where it caught the curiosity of one Detective Constable Lucy Baker.

"Y'hear that, Prof?" The assistant asked, hand half way finished with signing off on some sort of important document that most assuredly had to do with one of the duo's most recent case. She had left the reading to the Prof, however, and so could not recall just what she was signing off on. "Sounds like somethings fun going on out there."

"Hmm?" Alfendi finally dug his nose out of the file he'd been going over, lidded eyes lazily flickering to the door of the Mystery Room. "Is that what that is? I thought someone was in trouble." Lucy only rolled her eyes at him, pushing up off the ground after filing that last paper away; she was fully intent on going to see what all the commotion was about. After all, she wasn't one who liked to be kept out of the goings on around the Yard.

"I'll be right back, Prof, just gotta go get some fresh air, aye? If anythin' comes up, I've got my cellphone on me!"

"Lucy-" Was all Alfendi managed to get out before his assistant was out the door and down the hall. Probably out of the building for all he knew. She was like that though, and he guessed he really should have been used to it by now.

Really.

"Hey hey hey be careful! Those are really expensive!" Sniffer bounced around in anticipation, his bag hitting against his hip in time with his bobs, both feet ready to shoot him in any direction as his two friends tossed his glasses case around. "I mean it you two, give those back! I've got some really important paperwork that I still have to fill out! Guys!"

"Wot? You mean th'paper I found in the trash? C'mon, Sniffles, we bov' know you aren't doin' any'fin t'day!" Dustin teased, tossing the case from one hand to the other as he craftily signaled to Florence with his right foot; one tap for left, two for right. After a little delay, he decided one tap would be the best choice. Florence reacted pretty quick for someone who'd been out the day prior, using both her feet to shove off the wall and catch the little black leather case that flew her way. Sniffer was left wondering what he'd done wrong yet again, bouncing now in both anticipation and annoyance.

"And here I thought I'd get saddled with the-" Florence sniffed a bit as she skillfully wheeled around Sniffer's attempts to retrieve his glasses, IV trailing circles around her. "-that nickname." Two taps.

Another catch, though the last little bit may have been purposefully botched to worry their poor victim. "Nah, I'm not 'at cruel, am I, Flo?" Dustin laughed, and gave his foot a solid two taps. Florence gave a little spin to her right, hands ready for the little black parcel flying her way, when it was unexpectedly intercepted.

"Now, wot are you guys up t'when you should be working?" Lucy chided playfully, eyeing the case she'd caught. "Y'know throwin' 'round Sniffer's stuff i'n't the nicest thing t'do when you're bored!" The assistant tossed Sniffer's stolen item to him, much to the janitor's dismay, and the inspector was visibly relieved to have his only method of sight back. He gave a pointed glare at Dustin as he slipped his glasses back on before turning to smile at Lucy.

"Th-thanks, I owe you big."

"No problem! Anytime, Sniffles." Lucy giggled as Sniffer let out a low groan.

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