Hey, everybody! I am releasing a second story involving Sherlock and countryballs. For those of you who don't know what countryballs are, they are a web based comic involving balls (that do not have arms, legs, or a mouth; they only have eyes) that act like the stereotypes that their country represents. For example, USAball is rather cocky and loves hamburgers and oil, Franceball always surrenders and carries around a white flag, Greeceball is dirt poor, etc. I recommend you stop and look it up before you read any further.

Have you looked it up? Good. In order to get the gist of my story, imagine that there is a city, in another dimension, called Countryball City. It is about the size of Seattle, and in and around it countryballs live and do their business and stuff.

Oh, and about my other Sherlock story "An Adventure in Berk", I will be continuing it.

EDIT 8/10/17: This chapter will now have a few edits, and the designation will be changed from "Sherlock + Web Shows" to its rightful classification as "Sherlock + Misc. Comics". Oh, and for the Grammar Nazis, please do not hate me if I use some grammatically incorrect language. It's supposed to be there.

Well, no more chit chat, onto the disclaimer and story!

Disclaimer: I do not own the TV series Sherlock. They are owned by BBC.

Countryball City, Countryball Dimension

It was a nice summer day in Countryball City. Several countryballs were walking in the fields outside. Other countryballs were doing their business inside the city.

USAball and UKball were walking at the head of the group walking in the fields. They were spending some father-son time with each other. Behind them were Polandball and Franceball. They were spending some time also together as friends. At the tail was Germanyball. The group let him into the group, and he was a respected friend, but, considering that he could go into "Reichtangle" mode at any moment, it was best decided that he be at the tail.

At this moment, USAball and UKball were discussing something.

"But, dad," USAball said, "don't you think letting Texas explore on his own is a little far-fetched? He's only a teenager."

"Well," UKball responded, "I didn't exactly mean 'let him go on his own' that literally. You could leave him with me."

"No, dad. Remember the last time I left him with you? I had a hard time keeping him under control. He almost nuked me!"

"Oh… am I seriously that bad of a babysitter?"

Suddenly, right in front of the group, a portal appeared, throwing everybody back in surprise.

UK: "Bloody hell!"

USA: "What the $%# !"

Poland: "Kurwa!"

France: "Je suis surrender!"

Germany: "Höly schnitzel!"

Everybody got a few bruises and USAball got a gash to the head from landing on a rock and was bleeding rather badly, but other than that, everybody was okay.

After recovering from the shock of the event, UKball was the first to speak up.

"Bloody hell, what is that?!" he said.

"I think it's a portal," Germanyball responded. "But to where?"

"Ah, portal! I surrender. Please do not hurt me!" France was crying and waving his little white flag, while Poland was trying to calm him down. "It's OK. It is only of portal. Don't be of crying, France."

"I think there is only one way to find out where this portal goes," USAball said. And, with a cry of "TO FREEDOM!", he jumped into the portal.

"America! NO!" UKball cried out, and he jumped in after USAball.

The other three countryballs looked on as UKball jumped in.

Then a few seconds of silence.

Then Germanyball said, "Oh, vat de heck. It vouldn't heert if I jumped in." Then he jumped in.

Then Franceball started crying again, as Polandball shrugged his nonexistent shoulders, and, picking up Franceball, jumped in, shouting "KURWA!"

Sometime later, in London, England, Human Dimension

The portal opened, spitting out five countryballs onto the street jungle of London.

Right in front of 221B Baker Street.