This could be the room of any small boy, but it happens to belong to a boy names Jim Moriarty. Like most young boys, Jim had many stuffed animal friends to play with, and they had many frightening encounters, but his very favorite toy of all, was a bear name Sherlock the Doofus.

Deep in St. Bart's Hospital, where Moriarty liked to play, you'd find an enchanting neighborhood from little Jim's childhood days…

Now, Sherlock the Doofus was sitting in his thoughtful spot, trying to think.

"Think… Think… Think…" Sherlock rubbed his temples, looking up to the sky, "GAH! Anderabbit! Stop looking at me, your face is throwing me off!"

"My face is throwing you off?!" The long-eared rabbit doll exclaimed.

"Just do as he says," Lestrade the Owl said in annoyance. The rabbit huffed and hopped away. Kanga Molly hopped over, uncovering the dead body in front of them.

Johnlet stood nearby, peering at the body.

"Oh d-d-dear…" he said, looking at all the blood, but he composed himself and looked it over, "I would say that this donkey died over six hours ago, bludgeoned with a hammer."

"Precisely Johnlet," Sherlock said, "But why? Is there a murderer among us? Or, could this sod be another victim of our insane little boy, Jim Moriarty."

"Doofus! Where are you?" the voice of Jim Moriarty echoed through the halls of St. Bart's Hospital, "Come out and play with me…"

There was an immediate stirring as the other animals scrambled to find a hiding place.

"Johnlet, go," Sherlock said as he tied his scarf around his neck.

"I'm n-not leaving you alone," John said, tugging at his striped sweater.

"He'll kill you like he did the ass over there," Sherlock said, "Go hide, I'll be back shortly…"

So, Sherlock the Doofus left the safety of his thoughtful spot and wandered out into the dark halls of St. Bart's Hospital.

"Doofus… where are you hiding?" Jim Moriarty asked. His voice bounced off the many walls.

"I'm not hiding," Sherlock said, his eyes looking everywhere for the insane little boy.

"How noble, you came out into the halls of St. Bart's to protect your friends," Jim said, still unseen by Sherlock, "Come play a game with me Doofus."

"What kind of game shall we play Jim?" Sherlock was looking all around, growing increasingly nervous.

"I was thinking a round of Russian Roulette," Jim said. A gun slid across the tile floor of the hall and Jim Moriarty stepped into view.

"How about a game of chess?" Sherlock asked, taking a pocket board out of his coat.

"Chess? Chess is so boring…" Jim pouted, "You're my favorite toy Doofus, amuse me."

"We'll make it interesting," Sherlock said, "Surely a strategic game is preferable to a game of chance…"

"Go on…" Jim was nodding in approval.

"Each piece taken is secret information revealed," Sherlock said.

"Ah… Sherlock the Doofus, you have so few secrets that you could possibly be hiding from me," Jim Moriarty said, "It's not interesting enough, try again."

"Winner takes all," Sherlock said, "If I win you leave my friends and me alone."

"And if I win?" Jim Moriarty asked, a smirk on his wicked face.

"I'll never hide from you again, whatever you want…" Sherlock said, his eyes on the floor.

"Set it up. You can even make the first move," Jim said with a grin. They sat down on the floor and Sherlock the Doofus set the pieces on the chess board. They were just about to begin when Johnlet ran out.

"No!" he yelled, kicking the chess board across the hall. The screen went black.