"Wakey, wakey, Sugar Daddy."

Mycroft opened his eyes. Sitting on his bed was an eccentric looking man with powder blue hair. He was wearing a pink suit and held a large candy cane in his hands. Mycroft immediately dived towards his bedside desk, but was met with a sharp slap from the cane.

"No, I don't think so," the intruder said, pulling Mycroft's gun from his suit pocket. "I took some Extra precautions before I woke you up."

"How did you get into my home?" Mycroft asked as he sat up in bed.

"Why don't you connect the Dots?"

Mycroft sighed and turned his lamp light on. He could tell from the way his rug was wrinkled that the intruder had entered his room through the door. He must have had accomplices help him break into his home. Mycroft looked at the intruder again. In the light, he could now see that he was wearing lipstick to match his hair. "Who are you?"

"You won't be getting any Boosts or hints from me. You should be able to figure it out."

"Judging from your appearance and your candy puns, I would assume that you're Sweet Tooth from Gotham City. You're supposed to be dead, according to the intelligence reports. Boiled and dissolved into a vat of boiling hot chocolate."

"The vat that I fell into was lukewarm and I survived," the villain explained. "If I'd fallen into that other vat, well, I would have died."

"And now you're here to wreak more havoc. I saw in the news that there were some candy related crimes in the city, but I believed that they were only a weak imitator."

"Oh, Mycroft, you're no Dum Dum, are you?" Sweet Tooth said with a grin. "I should have come to London long ago. Nobody would have expected it. And there are so many people that I've recruited to be my Sour Patch Kids. The people in crime were left leaderless, and I've come to fill in the void."

"Then your role as leader will be short-lived. You've told me who you are and what you've come to do."

Sweet Tooth smirked. "I don't think you get where I'm coming from. Let's take a Time Out." He leaned in closer."I need an audience. If people don't know who I am, then what's the point of living a life of crime? I'm already being noticed. Not just by you, but by another Holmes. Your brother's a bit of a Smartie too, isn't he? Yes, Sherlock Holmes... I've heard that he's back in town from a three year tour to Mars or wherever he was."

"I'm not surprised that Sherlock noticed. These sort of crimes are what he loves solving the most."

"Little birdie told me that you were a Gusher and leaked secrets about your brother to Jim Moriarty."

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but that's a mistake that I have no intention of making again," Mycroft said defensively.

"No, no, no, of course not. You've lost your brother once, and you probably don't want to lose him again. He's your sweet spot, or should I say weak spot?"

Mycroft shifted uncomfortably. "Are you threatening me?"

"If you'd be a Mr. Goodbar, you'll let me steal 100 Grand from each major bank in London."

"And what if I refuse?"

Sweet Tooth's smile widened and his eyes sparkled. "If you don't give into my demands, I'll launch a Warhead at Parliament or 221B Baker Street. This warhead isn't something you drink. No, it's a toxic gas. I got the idea from Scarecrow."

Mycroft felt his heart turn into lead and sink to his stomach. "My brother or Parliament..."

Sweet Tooth laughed. "It appears that you're in a bit of a Crunch now. You can give me your answer Now or Later, but it can't be After Eight. When the second hand hits Zero, I'll be back to collect my answer."

"And what happens after you leave?"

"After I pull my bank robbing Spree and get away with it, I think I'll go back to Gotham City. Don't bother chasing after me. You couldn't send your Three Musketeers after I Breakaway." Sweet Tooth stood up and walked to the door. He turned and flashed another smile. "I saw that you had a cake in your kitchen. Don't eat too much of it; your Buttons may pop!"

Mycroft sank back into bed, his heart racing. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was seven o'clock in the morning. A plan was forming in his mind to counter the villain's, but he only had an hour to put it in place. With shaking hands, he grabbed his phone and dialed Anthea's number.

"I know it's early," he said when she answered, "but I need you to call every major bank in the city. Yes, every bank. Tell them that the government is doing a routine check-up, and that they need to shut down their security systems from eight to ten this morning. Thank you."

Mycroft dialed the next number, his hands slightly more steady. "I know what time it is, Sherlock. Most people wake up at this time for their jobs. No, you're not 'most people'. Sherlock, I have a job for you."