Chapter One
Merpeople near and far gather around to see this event. The Queen's seven sons have put a concert for her. Her royal subject- Mrs. Hudson- helped put this concert together.
"Ahem . . . Her royal highness, Queen Trina! And presenting the distinguished court composer, Mrs. Hudson!" a mermaid announces. The audience cheers wildly for the Queen, while they applaude mildly for Mrs. Hudson.
"I'm really looking forward to this performance, Mrs. Hudson." the Queen smiles.
"Oh, Your Majesty, this will be the finest concert I have ever conducted. Your sons - they will be spectacular!" she replies.
"Yes, and especially my little Sherlock." the Queen smiles.
"Yes, yes, he has the most beautiful voice…" Mrs. Hudson smiles, then speaks under her breath. "If only he'd show up for rehearsals once in a while..."
The Queen's sons begin singing after Mrs. Hudson's command. By the time it was to be Sherlock's turn, he was nowhere to be found.
"Sherlock!" the Queen shouts, clearly very angry.
Sherlock swims to the abandoned ship, along with his mermaid friend, Molly. Molly was scared to explore the ship, but not Sherlock. Sherlock was excited. New places to explore is what he lived for.
"Sherlock, wait for me…" Molly shouts in the distance.
"Molly, hurry up!" he replies.
"You know I can't swim that fast." Molly pants.
"There it is. Isn't it fantastic?"
"Yeah...sure...it - it's great. Now let's get outta here."
"You're not getting cold fins now, are you?"
"Who, me? No way. It's just, it, err...it looks - damp in there. Yeah. And I think I may be coming down with something. Yeah, I've got this cough." she coughs unconvincingly.
"All right. I'm going inside. You can just stay here and - watch for sharks." Sherlock squeezes through the porthole successfully.
"Okay. Yeah - you go. I'll stay and - what? Sharks! Sherlock!" She tries to fit through porthole. "Sherlock . . . I can't . . . I mean - Sherlock, help!" Sherlock pulls her inside.
They look around the ship. They decide to split up. Molly heads east, while Sherlock heads west. A skull spooks Molly, screams, then crashes into Sherlock. Sherlock holds her.
"Oh, Molly. Don't be such a guppy."
"I'm not a guppy." she pouts.
Sherlock takes her hands and leads her through the ship. Sherlock stops dead in his track when he sees a fork.
"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Have you ever seen anything so wonderful in your entire life?" Sherlock speaks with excitement.
"Wow, cool! But, err, what is it?" Molly asks.
"I don't know, but I bet Lestrade will." Sherlock puts the fork in his bag. He also is distracted by a pipe to notice a shark swimming outside.
"S-Shark!" Molly shouts.
"What?" Sherlock turns around, but it's too late. The shark crashes through the ship's porthole. Sherlock takes the frozen Molly's hand, and pulls her away from the shark. The shark chases them around and around the ship wreckage. Sherlock quickly thinks and swims through an anchor. The shark gets stuck. Molly gets out of her frozen state and approaches the shark with pride.
"You big bully." Molly blows her tongue out at the shark and the shark snaps at her. She swims away in fear.
"You really are a guppy Molly.
"I am not." They swim to Lestrade's secret cave. He was banned for going to the surface too much, but Sherlock couldn't resists knowing about the surface and its treasures.
"Lestrade?" Sherlock enters the cave.
"Ah, Sherlock, buddy. What do you got for me today?" Sherlock pulls the fork and pipe out of his bag.
"Look at this. Wow - this is special - this is very, very unusual."
"What? What is it?"
"It's a dinglehopper! Humans use these little babies...to straighten their hair out. See - just a little twirl here an' a yank there and - voila! You got an aesthetically pleasing configuration of hair that humans go nuts over!" he demonstrates by using the dinglehopper in his grey hair.
"A dinglehoppper!" Sherlock exclaims with excitement.
"Now, what's this?" Molly chimes in.
"Ah - this I haven't seen in years. This is wonderful! A banded, bulbous - snarfblat."
"Ooohh." Molly and Sherlock speak in unison.
"Now, the snarfblat dates back to prehistorical times, when humans used to sit around, and stare at each other all day. Got very boring. So, they invented the snarfblat to make fine music. Allow me." He blows into the pipe; seaweed pops out the other end.
"Music? Oh, the concert! Oh my gosh, my mother's gonna kill me!" Sherlock puts his hand on his face in shame.
"The concert was today?" Molly replies.
"Uh, I'm sorry, I've gotta go. Thank you Lestrade!" they swim away from the cave and back to the kingdom.