CHAPTER 2:

"Yo holla!" yelled Scrappy Doo vigorously.

"Yes, my love" replied a sweet and gentile faced Jimmy Moriarty.

"It's Valentine's Day are we not going to make any hot dates?" questioned Scrappy Doo questionably.

"Well in the eyes of the public, I may or may not be alive, which may present a trifle of difficulty in planning an inconspicuous public appearance" answered Mory, Scrappy's new nickname for him.

Scrappy pondered this, considering all the delicious manners of celebrating Valentine's Day that were being ruined by Moriarty's silly desire to remain hidden.

"Well," Scrappy finally answered "traditional Valentine's plans may be impossible but a romantic killing spree would be equally satisfying."

Moriarty turned to Scrappy, wondering how he could have possibly found a perfect soul mate. "Why my dear", he said in surprise, "that sounds marvelous. May I suggest the orphanage for the blind?"

"No, that is too simple, no, no, we must, must", Scrappy mused to himself.

"We must what? We must what?" queried Moriarty in a tone sounding like Jesus seeing a motorcycle in Alaska.

"We must….steal the DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE!" screamed Scrappy in a voice husky like the sun sitting over the plains of Oklahoma as if it was a sky of a watercolor painting stored in the finest art gallery in Paris.

"Ohhhhhhh", cried Moriarty, his face turning a deep crimson but not from the heat. Hehehehehehe

"Mory", questioned Scrappy "Will you be the Nicolas Cage to my Abigail Chase, babe?"

Moriarty looked at him trying to find the correct answer to say. His eyes settled on his beautiful woman's hair and her beautiful hot vibrant pink lipstick (he still thought Scrappy was a woman).

"Hey we have been living together for two months now and I never learned your name." said Mory intelligently.

"Ummmm, oh I quite forgot", said Scrappy nervously "My name is Ypparcs, but you can call me Slim Shady"

"What a beautiful name!" whispered Moriarty, "Will you stand up Slim Shady?" He held out his hand, "Let's go paint the town red"

"Oh by the way I'm a dog" said Scrappy casually.

"Ummmm what?" said Moriarty recoiling violently, his eyes turning into fireworks like the country on the day before the 4th of July just after 10:32pm Eastern standard time in the brisk county of Kosciusko.

"I'm a dog" said Scrappy, "I hope this won't change anything about our relationship. I just needed you to know".

"Well, are you at least a woman?" asked Moriarty hopefully as if his life depended on it.

"Nope." answered Scrappy with one word.

"Well what happens now?" asked Moriarty.

"We continue on like this conversation never "happened" suggested Scrappy wisely.

"I think I need my space." Said Moriarty dolefully, glancing at the fake potted house plant atop the armoire.

"but bae", whimpered Scrappy "It's you and me against the world…right?"

Suddenly a dynamic British duo burst through the door with great gusto.

"Can you puh-lease not right now?" said Scrappy holding up his paw sassily. "We are in the midst of some relationship difficulties."

"This is why love is a weakness", said Sherlock wisely.

"Wait", said Moriarty to Sherlock "We need your face!"

An epic chase ensued.

"Why do you need my face this time?" asked Sherlock as he ran swiftly down the streets of London. A heroic plum-colored scarf covered his cheekbones securely.

"Because", Moriarty and Slim Shady enchourused together "we are going to steal the declaration of independence".

They looked at each other. Even though Scrappy had revealed to be a dog, Moriarty still seemed to love him as much as Obama loved Michelle on the day of their wedding. The passion between the two overflowed like mead would overflow a chalice in King Arthur's time where the Knights of the Round Table would ride bravely off fighting enemies such as Mordred and capitalism.

Sherlock interrupted their passionate eye-looking by screaming "But THAT'S INSENSIBLE, THE DECLARATION IS IN WASHINGTON".

"Have a little faith in meeee, Have a little faith in me", sang Scrappy, not knowing the answer

However, Moriarty took Sherlock's little jab more personally, and broke into song:

"Don't make me snap my fingers in z formation, hip rotation, booty sensation, elbow elbow wrist wrist snap snap kiss kiss elbow elbow wrist wrist snap snap kiss kiss"

Sherlock's face turned positively red and tried to respond with: "Don't make me whip my scarf off in a z-formation deduction sensation across the British nation."

All of a sudden they realized they were still standing in the streets. They only realized this because an old man opened the window and shouted at them to "Turn off this Christian raucous!"

Slim Shady/Scrappy apologized as a distraction while Moriarty shot the man in the face. They turned around to see Watson running behind them at the speed of 1000 snails. He cried "Slow down you jibber jabbers! My leg can't keep up with these conquests anymore." John toppled over as if he was a cow in the countryside where young rabble-rousers could go through a rebellious stage vandalizing and making their mark on their world because you know the world will change and you can only hope you can make your mark on the world someday so if that one thing would stay unchanged, you feel as though you can feel some victory at the end of all of this.

That distracted Sherlock, who rushed over to John's side. He picked him up bridal style because his leg was not the best. He glared at the dog and human knowing he had been beaten for the day and ran away.

Moriarty turned to Scrappy/Slim Shady, cleared his throat, and began talking:

"Just like the good old days, eh".

Scrappy began shaking. He had so many conflicting feelings. Not only 300 words ago had Moriarty been fuming with anger and sadness but now he was acting like nothing had happened, like he hadn't just learned that scrappy was not only a male but also a dog. However, there was one secret yet to be uncovered. Moriarty had yet to learn Scrappy's real name, the life he had run away from. His past, his friends, his foes, his uncle.

"Yeah, I guess so", admitted Scrappy.

"Wanna come back to my place?" asked Mory hopefully.

"Okay."

"Okay."

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