"Holmes. Did I ever tell you about the time Murray decided to prank me?" I asked, remembering the incident with a fond smile.

"What? No, you didn't, Watson."

Sighing, I reached down for my medical bag, only to have my hand close around empty air. I looked down. It was gone.

"Murray! Have you seen my bag?" I asked him.

"What? No, I can't say I have, Doctor Watson," he replied, trying not to laugh. Not that I noticed, I was too busy looking for my bag. However, on hindsight, I would kick myself for not noticing.

"That's odd, because it was right here five minutes ago, Murray."

"Well, I have no clue where it is, Doctor."

"Well, help me look!"

Five minutes later we had scoured the whole area. Dejectedly, I leaned against a rock.

Murray, meanwhile, was trying to keep a straight face. He struggled valiantly, but eventually failed.

"This isn't amusing, Murray. Not in the slightest," I admonished him.

Suddenly, a gust of wind caused something to fall on my head. My bag.

Murray was doubled over laughing.

"THIS ISN'T FUNNY, MURRAY!" I roared.