Watson cringed at his desk as he heard the new neighbors laugh for the umpteenth time. Loud bangs, thumps, music, and other annoying noises had been distracting him all day. Not that he had anything against them, it was the fact he needed to work with quiet so he could concentrate.

Finally after one last crash it was quiet. But Watson wasn't satisfied. He wanted it to stay like that. A plan formed in his mind…

Watson walked into the bathroom. Closing the door and making sure it was locked he took a panel of the wall that separated his apartment from his neighbors. He turned off the water then took off one of the pipes. Getting a special kind of poker he put it down the pipe leading into what he hoped was their bathroom and broke it. Finally he replaced all of the materials and went back to his desk.

He thought again for another minute and walked outside to their door knob. Grabbing some superglue he glued the lock so the doorknob couldn't turn at all.

He sat into his chair and looking smug. Now all he had to do was wait…

There was a cry from where he had broken the pipe. He could just barely make out the words.

"Dang it! There's water everywhere! Hon, run down to the manger quickly!"

"I can't, the door won't open!"

"What do you mean it won't open? It was working fine when the Vales left."

"I don't know it won't turn."

"Well call him then and get someone up here to help us!"

"Oh, were going to drown if they don't hurry."

"Shut up we won't drown."

Watson stifled he laughter as he listened to their impossible assumptions and returned to his desk.

The next week the people moved out and there was peace and quit on Baker Street again. That was, until Holmes got back from one of his cases.