A/N: Thanks for reading! This is a little different than our normal holiday MorMor - they're all third graders! Well, except for Mykie :)
Chapter One:
"My, why can't I go as a pirate for halloween?" whined Sherlock, looking very disgruntled.
"Sherlock, we already discussed this. Mummy doesn't like halloween, it's just a waste of her time," Mycroft sighed, for the third time in so many minutes. This was getting old.
"But-"
"Sherlock, please."
"Fine. Shut up, I'm going to my mind ship. The deck needs scrubbing, and I know just the man for the job."
A 15-year-old Mycroft sighed and picked up his book, which happened to be Hamlet. He was reading it for highschool, even though he'd read it many times before.
Ten minutes later, Mycroft was on his knees, 'scrubbing' Sherlock's 'pirate ship' (bedroom floor) with a hanky.
"So tell me Captain Sherlock, when will I be done "scrubbing" the decks?"
"My, the swabbie isn't supposed to talk to the captain. You need to scrub the whole thing," declared Sherlock, brandishing a toy sword.
Mycroft rolled his eyes. "Fine," he muttered under his breath. "Whatever, Captain."
Sherlock leapt down from his 'crow's nest,' which was in fact a chair he had decked out with a pirate flag. "What was that, you scurvy dog? Darest thou speakest like that to your Captain?"
Mycroft grinned. "Now you sound like Hamlet. Maybe you should be him for halloween."
"I'll have you flogged for this, you sea dog!" Sherlock thought for a bit. "Bring out the cat-o-nines, faithful first mate!" He tapped his foot. "First mate?"
"Oh! Oh, of course, captain!" Mycroft saluted. Why am I first mate? "At once!"