"TO BATTLE!"

Scotland Yard ducked as they were barraged by a small army of boys. "Duck!" roared Lestrade, looking a little bewildered. The Irregulars, out of fuel, ran back to the mastermind, plotting the downfall of his crime fighting brothers. Meanwhile, Watson patted snow into perfectly round balls. Holmes scratched a hasty diagram in the snow as the Yard fumbled to regain their balance. "Divide and conquer, boys. The great words of Napoleon Bonaparte." Watson loaded each boy with an armful of snow and sent them out of the base.

"This really was rather clever, Holmes, old boy," Watson said, flinching as one of the boys was battered. "We mastermind it all, we give the boys a day of fun, us amusement, the Yard a challenge, and we get to simply enjoy the day a bit."

"THERE ARE THE BUNGLERS!"

"Run, blokes!" cried their boys.

Holmes and Watson jumped, forced to abandon their handsomely designed snow fort that had served as a lovely base. They fled, jumping over snow piles, as their defense battled bravely. "Back," Holmes cried over the babble. "Back, you BUNGLERS!" Holmes stooped, grabbed ammunition, and flung it through the balsams. Watson laughed breathily before grabbing snow and taking position at Holmes' unprotected back.

"We will win," roared Lestrade, who was charging like a bull. Watson and Holmes pelted him, laughing buoyantly.

"I don't want to eat beetroot," replied Holmes, letting out a banzai as he hit Lestrade's beard.

"Neither do I," he responded, retaliating with snowballs that bounced. This was their punishment to the loser of the bet. Watson and Holmes sought refuge in a bank. The pileup of snow would do little to conceal their berth.

"We'll get you, boys!"

"Quit your ballyhoo!" Holmes bellowed.

"BOYS," Mrs. Hudson called, "I have nice gingerbread men. And little girls and boys. And cocoa and cookies….oh, isn't the snow beautiful? Come in, boys. Take off your boots."

This was really fun, if hard, to write. From Rockztar - Write a 221B where the last word of every sentence begins with B. including the sentence, "I don't want to eat beetroot!"

Wow, I just realized the key word there was 221B. I AM NOT REDOING THIS. It's only like 80 words over...

"This battle—" Lestrade began.

"Will resume until you've all been banished," Watson grinned as he collected the stray bairns.