"Look, Watson, it's you!"
Holmes held a stout gingerbread man.
Watson glared.
Holmes seized Mrs. Hudson's piping gel and adorned the gingerbread man with a mustache. "Now it's really you."
Watson, in spite of himself, laughed, seizing the pipe gel from Holmes. He picked up a tall, skinny gingerbread man. "Here's you, Holmes!" He had squeezed a hooked nose and a manifying glass into its hand.
Holmes took it back and added a pipe to its mouth.
Watson, with mischevious yes, dotted a needle into Holmes' other hand.
"Good Lord, Watson, I assure you I would not partake in tobacco and cocaine at once." As he spoke, he added a pencil to the Watson cookie's hand.
Mrs. Hudson entered with another tray and saw their handiwork. "Boys," she cried, exasperated. "You're suppsoed to eat them!"
In response, they both the gingerbread men into their mouths.
Aleine Skyfire- Gingerbread Men.