An exactly 100 words drabble. Blackadder does not belong to me, and I gain no profit for writing this.
Baldrick held a small hooked pole in one muddy hand, and a bell in the other. Percy's face was blacked with soot. They stood there in the dimly lit study, dirty, dripping and grinning, anticipating the coming congratulations on their partially completed cunning plan.
Blackadder finally raised his head from where he was holding it in his hands and spoke. "You really are a genius aren't you, Baldrick."
"See! I told you he'd like the idea!"
Blackadder just stared at them for a moment, his jaw clenching and then left the room before he did something drastic involving a shovel.