South Park crossover series

by Groft45

A series of crossovers where South Park crosses over with different shows and movies.

1. Sherlock1

Sunday

We open to a peaceful night as we see a man walking on the sidewalk while looking at his phone. "No, no, not Tom Hanks. Why Tom Hanks?" But behind the distracted man was a shadowy figure. "I mean, why couldn't it have been Michael Bay or Megan Fox or The President?" Suddenly the shadowy figure ran up to the man and punched him in the face which caused the man to drop his phone and fall to the ground. "Ow!"

The shadowy figure turned out to be Robert White. "That's for dissing my President!"

"Fuck you Robert!" Shouted the man before he started looking for his phone. "Fucking Robert White." The man continued to look for his phone until a foot stopped his search and the hand reached out to the man.

"Need a hand?"

Monday.

"This is channel 5 news with Tom Pusslicker."

"A good morning to you South Park. Our top story, family man John Fugya was murdered last night outside Tweek's Coffee. John was stabbed by an unknown assailant dubbed the The Business Killer, a pretty creative name for a serial killer. The Business Killer has so far killed 3 people and these murders have taken place outside businesses around South Park. The killer leaves a calling card by cutting the middle fingers off of his victims. The police still have no lead on who the killer is, nobody's been questioned or arrested. But the police are doing their best to find the culprit."

At the South Park police station.

The police were all called in to a be accessed on their next cases or jobs.

Yates enters the room. "Alright people this is a serious case right here. We wanna prove to everyone that we're doing our-"

Suddenly, one of the cops blew a raspberry. "I'm not listening because I'm high."

All the cops laughed while Yates just gave them an unimpressed stare.

"Will you guys stop getting high while on duty?" Yates asked. "This is serious!"

"Come on Yates you need to mellow out man, just have a bud." Said one of the cops.

"But-" All the cops blew raspberries, interrupting the Captain and making him sigh. "Alright fine." Yates pulled a bud out of his pocket and started to light it. All of a sudden somebody took the bud out of the Captain's hand.

"I don't think so." Said a scruffy looking man with scruffy black hair, black shirt, pants and overcoat; who looked like he was in his late thirties and beside the man was another man who looked like he was in his mid forties and wearing a brown coat and a beige shirt.

"I definitely don't think so." Said the scruffy man before he threw the bud on the floor and stomped on it.

"Who the hell are you?" Asked Yates. "And why did you put out my bud?"

"Sherlock Holmes and this is my partner John Watson." The man replied.

"Hello." Watson said, giving an awkward wave.

"Are you here to report a crime or something?" Yates asked. "Or did Scotland Yard sent ya to arrest us for smoking weed?" Yates laughed, but the cops didn't, since they didn't get his joke. "Get it? Because weed is illegal in England?"

"Wait, Sherlock Holmes? John Watson?" One of the cops reacted.

"Oh no." Sherlock groaned.

"What?" Yates asked.

"Three...two...one." Sherlock counted.

"I'm a huge fan of your blog." Said the cop.

"Thank you." Said Watson.

"No autographs. We're-"

"Can we have a picture?" The cop interjected.

"Why y-"

"No." Sherlock interrupted Watson. "I'm here to solve cases not amuse you."

"I don't believe for one minute you're Sherlock Holmes." Yates said. "If you're "the Sherlock Holmes" than prove it. How about you try and find our donuts?" Everyone laughed at the joke, even Watson. Sherlock stared at his partner with disapproval.

"Sorry." The doctor apologised.

"Very well." Sherlock took a deep breath. "I've looked around the office for a while and I noticed no donuts on any desks, so it's possible either of you ate them or they're in another room or there were no donuts in the first place because you wanted to make a mockery out of me."

Yates was surprised. "How did you know I wanted to make a mockery out of you?"

"Because the whole room was laughing at your terrible donut joke." Sherlock replied.

"I found it funny." Watson said.

"I don't know how you did."

"Ok, if you're Sherlock Holmes than make assumptions about us." Yates requested.

"I would but this is just bloody time wasting." Sherlock said.

"But I need real evidence that you're Sherlock Holmes." Yates said.

Sherlock sighed. "Fine." He took a deep breath and then said, "Harrison Yates."

"How do you know my name?" Asked a surprised Yates.

"It's on your badge. There's a frustrated look in your eyebrows hinting that maybe your marriage at home isn't going strong at all. I know you're married because I saw a desk with a picture of you and a woman who looks around your age. You seem annoyed in the picture and the woman isn't happy either. There's a cop by that desk tapping the finger between his middle finger and thumb on his desk quite frantically meaning that maybe he's in a rush to get home. That cop looks quite clueless and is smiling like a prat and his eyes look a bit funny hinting that he's high on weed. That cop is looking to his right even though he should be staring at me, so he's high on weed. That cop is more concentrated with the ceiling, high on weed. That cop looks like he's hallucinating so maybe he's taken a high dosage of the stuff. That cop...is high. And it makes me wonder is anyone in this bloody police station sober?!" All the cops and Yates were shocked by his accurate deduction.

"Nice job Sherlock." Watson commented.

"Thanks Watson." Sherlock said.

"So...why are you two here?" Asked Yates.

"To buy you donuts." Sherlock replied.

"That's it?" Asked the surprised Captain.

"Of course not you twit, I'm helping you to solve the case of the Business Killer which is a dumb name for your information." Sherlock rudely replied. "Do you have a morgue? I feel the need to investigate the bodies."

"Yeah we do." Yates agreed.

"Thank you." Sherlock said. "And Yates, if you want a good marriage then either A: Divorce your wife or B: Get counselling."

Sherlock and Watson exit the room while cops sat in surprise. "What an arse."

Intro starts.

Starring

Benedict Cumberbatch

Martin Freeman

Stan Marsh

Kyle Broflovski

Eric Cartman

Title card

Southlock

Created by Walter Bryan Cranston White

South Park elementary.

All the girls were in the corridor, extremely excited.

"I can't believe he's here." Nichole said.

"I know. For a detective he's so cute." Bebe said.

Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny walk past the girls, until Heidi took notice of them.

"Hey guys did you hear?" Heidi asked, making the guys stop.

"Hear what?" Kyle asked.

"Sherlock Holmes is here in South Park." Jenny replied.

Kyle and Stan were surprised by the news.

"He's here?" Stan reacted.

"Oh my God. I'm such a fan of his work." Kyle said.

"A detective?" Cartman asked. "Why are you girls so excited about some detective?"

"He's so attractive." Wendy replied.

"What?" Stan reacted when Wendy referred to Sherlock as attractive.

"Can someone tell me who Sherlock Holmes is?" Kenny asked.

"Why is Sherlock Holmes in South Park?" Kyle asked the girls.

"To investigate the Business Killer." Bebe replied.

"Oh, he looks so cute when he investigates crimes." Nichole said.

"What's so cute about some British dick investigating?" Cartman asked.

"He's not a dick, he's a cutie." Bebe argued.

"No, I'm cute, he's a dick." Cartman argued back.

"No you just described the opposite." Nelly argued back.

"Did not!" Cartman argued.

"Did to fat ass!" Nelly argued back.

"Did not!"

"Come on you two! Let's go, class is starting." Kyle exclaimed.

"Fine. But I can prove to her that I'm cuter than Sherlock Holmes." Cartman argued before they started to make their way to class.

Wendy approached Stan and said, "So?"

Stan sighed. "Look I get it it's just a small crush I'm not gonna get all-"

"Not that Stan." Wendy interjected.

"Well what is it?" Stan asked.

"Do you have anything planned for our anniversary this Saturday?" Wendy asked.

"Huh?"

"Our anniversary." Wendy replied. "The most important moment in our lives?"

Stan was shocked at what Wendy said because he had forgotten about his and girlfriend's anniversary.

"Stan? Did you forget?" Wendy asked.

"What?...That's ridiculous..." Stan stuttered. "...Why would I forget the most important moment in our...relationship?" Wendy stares at Stan with suspicion. "Look Wendy, I promise I will book us a restaurant this Saturday. And I will get an autograph from Sherlock Holmes for you."

"Really Stan? I mean you don't have to. Anniversaries-"

"But Wendy, I wanna do something special for you so I promise I will get you that autograph." Stan interjected. "Now come on, I don't want us to be late for class."

"Stan-" Stan interrupts Wendy by kissing her on the cheek.

"We can't talk too long." Stan starts to make his way to class and then shouts to his girlfriend, "I promise I will get you that autograph!"

Wendy did an annoyed sighed and said to herself, "He seriously doesn't need to."

Meanwhile at the morgue.

Sherlock and Watson were looking at three bodies.

"Seems like ordinary stabbings but with the addition of the fingers being chopped off." Watson observed.

"Do you feel the need to point out the obvious Watson?" Sherlock asked.

Yates enters the morgue and informed the two, "I got the information regarding the victims."

"Oh good, you're doing something useful." Sherlock said. "Tell me something about the victims."

"They're all criminals." Yates replied and then there was a long awkward silence.

"Well?" Asked Sherlock.

"Well what?" Yates asked.

"Anything else?"

"You told me to tell you something." Yates replied.

"I obviously meant everything dumb arse." Sherlock said.

"Ok, all these bodies have a criminal record." Yates explained. "But they're usually small crimes. The first victim, 17 year old Doug Hauser. Doug was arrested for vandalising public property. The 2nd victim was 43 year old Harry Barker. Harry was arrested for drink driving. And the final victim was 37 year old John Fugya. He was arrested for not paying his parking offences which he claimed he forgotten he had."

"So Dexter Morgan is just taking out people who just committed small crimes?" Watson asked.

"How do you know it could be this Dexter Morgan?" Sherlock asked, not understanding the reference. "And you never told me you knew a Dexter Morgan. Is he a friend who kills people for making small offences?"

Watson stood confused. "You honestly don't get that reference?"

"I don't have time for film or television Watson, I'm too busy doing what I love doing."Sherlock said before he began investigating the bodies.

Sherlock and Watson both take a look at the chopped off fingers.

"Jesus this killer-"

"Has OCD." Sherlock interjected.

"What?" Asked Watson.

"Take a look at the fingers Watson." Sherlock suggested. "Do you notice it?"

"Yes, it's grotesque." Watson said.

"Not just that. Look at the way they are chopped off, they are all cut very equally." Sherlock observed.

"Alright." Yates pulled his walkie talkie out of his pocket and starts speaking into it. "Men, I need you to put a search warrant for anybody who has OCD."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and said, "Bloody idiots."

"So, now what?" Watson asked.

"I say we investigate the recent location of the murders." Sherlock said. "Fancy some coffee, John?"

Later at Tweek's coffee.

Stan and Kyle were there having coffee and discussing Sherlock.

"How in the living hell am I supposed to get an autograph from Sherlock Holmes?" Stan asked.

"Simple, you just go up to him and ask for an autograph." Kyle said.

"But what if he doesn't come here?" Stan asked.

"Dude, trust me he will." Kyle said.

"Why?" Stan asked.

Suddenly they heard the bell, Stan turned to see who was there and he gasped. "Oh my God."

The person who entered the coffee shop was Josh Brolin which caused everyone to cheer.

"Holy shit dude. I'm gonna go get his autograph." Kyle gets out of his seat to get an autograph from Josh Brolin.

Stan sighed before he heard the bell ring again and the people who entered were Sherlock and Watson which got more cheers.

"Oh my God! It's Sherlock Holmes and John Watson!" Screamed a patron.

"Hello." Watson said.

"Shut up! I'm here to investigate." Sherlock shouted.

"Is that Josh Brolin?" Watson asked.

"Are you John Watson?" Josh Brolin asked.

"Yes I am." Watson confirmed.

"For Christ's sake." Sherlock groaned. "Come on Watson."

The two approach the counter while Stan observers what was going on. "Holy crap, it's Sherlock Holmes." Stan said to himself. "You can do it Stan. Do it for Wendy."

Sherlock rung the counter bell while Josh Brolin approaches the two. "Hey Sherlock-"

"No autographs." Sherlock interjected. "If you want to talk to me about something that isn't important talk to my partner Watson."

"Mr Brolin, I loved you in Milk." Watson said to the actor.

"Why thank you." Brolin replied.

Richard Tweek approached the counter to greet Sherlock. "Hello, welcome to Tweek's coffee may I take your order?"

"Yes hi, I'm here to investigate the death of John Fugya." Sherlock replied.

"On yeah, he was a prominent customer of mine. I'm aware of his death."

"Yes of course you are." Sherlock said. "Do you know anybody that might have had a grudge against Mr Fugya?"

"No, Mr Fugya had no enemies at all, I mean he forgot to pay his parking rent, but it's just a little mistake about a lot of us can relate to." Richard replied while cleaning a coffee mug.

"Boring." Sherlock said.

"What?"

"You're not giving me any clues I can work with. I mean what kind of man doesn't have anybody who has a grudge against him? So, boring. Do you mind if I have a look round in the back? I feel the need to investigate there."

"Not at all Sherlock." Richard replied.

Stan approaches Sherlock, nervous upon seeing him. "Uh Mr Holmes."

"No autographs." Sherlock said.

"Actually it's not for me it's-"

"I don't do autographs even if it's for anyone or for anybody's friend."

"Actually-"

"Please Stan don't."

Stan was shocked when the detective referred to him by his name. "H-how do you know my name?"

"You're the child who went out jacking it in San Diego because of the failure of your anti-bullying video and you also made people aware that zip lining will bore you to death and also you and your best friend in the world Kyle Broflovski were guitar hero champs. That's how I know you and I didn't need any deduction." Sherlock followed Richard into the back of the shop of blowing Stan's mind.

Meanwhile, Watson was still talking to Josh Brolin. "And than turns out it was Sherlock's-"

"John come on." Sherlock said while pulling Watson's collar.

"I'll talk to you later." Watson said to the actor.

"Good luck on your case." Said the Academy Award nominated actor.

"Thank you." Said Watson.

They enter the back and see Tweek testing coffee.

"How are they coming son?" Richard asked his son.

"I feel the kick Dad." Tweek replied while taking a sip.

"Tweek you're gonna have a short break, alright son?"

"Alright Dad." Tweek said before he left the room.

"Child labour?" Watson asked Sherlock.

"Child labour." Sherlock confirmed.

Sherlock then starts looking around and picks up bags of cocaine, weed and coffee seeds. "Cocaine, cannabis, coffee seeds. I hope two out of three of those things aren't part of the ingredient."

Sherlock and Watson continue to search the room and after about 35 minutes, they came empty handed.

"Ok, after much investigating, coming here was pointless."

"But what about the drugs?" Watson asked.

"They're legal here." Sherlock replied. "As much as I want to arrest people for that, I'm afraid I can't." Sherlock and Watson exit the back.

"Oh my gosh!" Strong Woman gasped.

"Oh no." Sherlock said after he rolled his eyes.

"Sherlock Holmes."

Strong Woman and PC Principal approached Sherlock and Watson. "I'm a huge fan of your blog." Strong Woman said to Watson.

"Thank you. I-"

"Yes, thank you." Sherlock interjected. "Me and John are busy men. We have a murder to solve."

"Listen Holmes and Watson, me and Strong Woman are wondering if you and Watson can come to our school tomorrow to tell our students about England if you two have time." PC Principal said.

"Ye-"

"No."

"Sherlock, I think you need a break from solving crimes." Watson suggested.

"Watson, listen, as a much as I don't want to do it, I will not." Sherlock said.

"Not a problem." Said the school principal.

"Good, now if you excuse me, me and John are gonna be viewing the CCTV of the coffee house."

Sherlock and Watson are about to walk out the coffee shop until Stan showed up in front of them. "Sherlock-"

"Not now." Sherlock and Watson exit the coffee house, leaving the boy disappointed.

Stan sighed while Richard approached him. "Do you want some coffee?"

"Yeah sure." Stan replied.

Sherlock enters the coffee house. "And Richard Tweek, I'm gonna need you to stay here because in approximately four minutes you're gonna be arrested for child labour offences."

"What? What are you talking about?" Asked a confused Richard.

"Because it's totally obvious you're forcing your son to taste test substances he isn't allowed to drink until he's older. So, if I were you I'd start running." Sherlock left the coffee house.

"Honey, get the car, they figured it out!" Richard shouted as he started running.

Later.

Sherlock and John are looking at three monitors each showing footage of last night.

"See anything John?" Sherlock asked while he controlled the monitors."

"Nope. Fast forward to the murder." Watson suggested.

"I can't get the footage of the murder because that footage was cut." Sherlock explained.

"What?" Watson asked.

Sherlock fast forwarded the footage and it just showed the lifeless body. "See? See that?"

"Shit. So, now what?" Watson asked.

"Isn't it obvious Watson? We're gonna stay here until we find something that interests me."

"And how long will this take?" Watson asked.

"As long as it will take."

"So-"

"Maybe a few days." Sherlock theorised.

Tuesday.

Watson was using a laptop for a video chat with Mrs Hudson.

"How's Sherlock doing in America?"

"He-"

"Hates it." Sherlock interjected.

"And why's that Sherlock?" Asked Mrs Hudson.

"Watson can you tell her? I'm too busy."

"To him, he thinks everyone is an idiot." Watson replied.

"They are!" Sherlock shouted.

Watson sighed. "How's Mycroft?"

"Mycroft's probably busy." Sherlock interrupted.

"Well, I haven't been hearing from him a while. Maybe he's caught up with work." Mrs Hudson replied.

"Knew it." Sherlock yelled.

"How's Rosamund doing?" Watson asked.

"Oh, she's doing alright."

"Has she been giving you any trouble?"

"Oh not really."

"Is she having her nap?"

"Oh no she isn't. She's-" Mrs Hudson lifts Rosamund up and puts her on the screen.

"Hello Rosie, I miss you." Watson said to his daughter. "Come on, you gonna give Daddy a smile?"

"Are you gonna smile for Daddy?" Mrs Hudson asked Rosie.

"Are you gonna smile for Daddy?"

"Are you gonna smile for Daddy?" Sherlock repeated. "Are you gonna smile for Daddy?"After Sherlock said the sentence a second time, his eyes went wide like the sentence was giving him an idea. "Are you gonna smile for Daddy?" Sherlock messes with the controls for a bit and smiles when he finds out what he's been looking for. "Of course!"Sherlock shouted and slammed his fist on the table.

"What?" Watson asked, snapping out of his daughter's smiles. "I'm gonna hang up Mrs Hudson I think-"

Sherlock runs up to Watson. "Yes he's gonna hang up." Sherlock closes the laptop lid on Watson.

"Sherlock!" Watson shouted.

"What? I found something."

"What is it?" Watson asked.

"To the monitors and you'll see." Sherlock replied.

Sherlock and an annoyed Watson walk up to the monitors. "What does me saying "Are you gonna smile for Daddy?" got to do with any of this?"

"While reviewing the footage I noticed the PC man we saw a few days at the coffee shop, at the locations of the murders. He's inside the three buildings where the murders took place and than this is footage after the murder, he exits the buildings without acknowledging the bodies."

"But what does this have to do with me saying "Are you gonna smile for Daddy?"

"Because at these locations he's on the phone saying "Are you gonna say hello to Daddy?" I know this because I studied lip reading."

"Yes obviously." Watson said.

"And than after about 45 seconds, the murders happen." Sherlock explained.

"So you think-"

"Yes Watson, he's ordering the murders."

"But I thought men of PC culture were too PC to murder anybody from different cultures." Watson pointed out.

"Maybe he went against his programming." Sherlock theorised.

"Maybe he-I'm sorry, programming?"

"Well, I kind of class PC people as robots since they always bully those who don't say anything correct." Sherlock said.

"You make a good point." Watson commented.

"Yes I do. Thank you." Sherlock said while giving John an appreciative smile.

"So, now what?" Watson asked.

"We're going to his school tomorrow. It's time we taught him a lesson."

"Wow, nice pun." Watson complimented.

Sherlock stared at Watson, puzzled. "What pun?"

Meanwhile.

Tegridy Farms.

Stan was in his room looking at pictures of him and Wendy.

Suddenly his phone started ringing and then he answered it. "Hello?"

"Dude, I just got an autograph from Josh Brolin." Kyle said on the other end.

"Yes good for you." Stan said, sadly.

"What's wrong?" Kyle asked.

"I didn't get an autograph from Sherlock Holmes." Stan said.

"Oh that sucks dude."

"I know." Stan sighed. "It's hopeless. I'm gonna come out present-less."

"Don't give up on hope dude, you'll find something for her." Kyle assured his best friend.

"I don't know dude. Giving her jewellery will be kind of cliched. I feel like an autograph from her hero might hold much more meaning."

Kyle sighed. "Look dude, if you can't get an autograph from Sherlock than just get her some jewellery. Ok dude?"

"Ok." Stan sighed.

Wednesday.

South Park elementary.

Sherlock and Watson entered the school and approached Mr Mackey. "Excuse me-"

"Oh my God! Sherlock Holmes!" Exclaimed Mr Mackey.

"Oh no." The detective groaned.

"You have no idea how much this means to me mmkay."

"Where is PC Principal?" Sherlock asked.

"He's having an assembly in the gymnasium mmkay." Mackey replied.

"Thank you." Sherlock replied before he and Watson start to make their way to the gymnasium.

"Could I-"

"No!" Sherlock rudely replied.

"I'll give you one." Watson said, approaching the school councillor.

"No John." Sherlock said as he pulled Watson by his collar.

In the gymnasium, PC Principal was doing an assembly.

"I know allot of you are petrified of the coronavirus, so I think-"

Sherlock and Watson enter the gymnasium, interrupting the principal. "Should stay away from people who have the symptoms, people who have been to infected areas and more importantly, wash your hands." The students cheer upon their surprise appearance.

"Sherlock Holmes and John Watson?!" Exclaimed a surprised PC Principal.

"PC Principal, I have come here-"

"So you've accepted my offer?" PC Principal asked.

"PC Principal I-"

"Why don't you and Watson tell the students about England?"

"I do-"

PC Principal hands Sherlock the mic. "Give a hand to Sherlock Holmes." Everyone cheered. "And his partner, John Watson." Only about 6 students cheered at the sight of Watson, which disappointed the man.

"Go Watson!" Butters shouted.

"How disappointing." Watson said to himself. "Come on Sherlock, lets just tell the students about England and get this over with."

"Fine." Sherlock groaned. Sherlock and Watson start to make their way to the centre of the gymnasium and then whispered to John, "The sooner we get this done, the faster we'll get to interrogate this PC arsehole." Sherlock and Watson stood in front of the students and stare at them in awkward silence.

"Do you wanna start first or should I start first?" Watson asked his partner.

"You start first and if you say something false I'll correct you." Sherlock replied.

"Ok, English culture." Watson said to himself. "Where to start? Does anyone have any questions about England?"

"Is it true you eat sheep intestines?" Butters asked.

"No, that's Scotland." Watson replied. "Us English usually like to drink tea or have fish and chips."

"You're only telling them the obvious John. You should be telling them you should never go to England." Sherlock interrupted.

"Why?" Watson asked.

"Trust me John, this is part of the performance." Sherlock whispered to his partner.

"What?"

Sherlock didn't reply, because he snatched the mic out of Watson's hand. "England is a complete shit hole. You should never go there. Our Prime Minister is a daft twat, stabbings happen everyday, there's a lot of gangs that might kill you, there's a bunch of stupid wankers driving like morons."

"Mr Holmes-"

"I'm not finished dumb arse!" Sherlock shouted to PC Principal. "There's a huge Coronavirus outbreak there and over a thousand and something people are infected and around 1000 are dead and my idiot PM is doing nothing to put it on lockdown."

"You're supposed to be telling the students about England in a positive light." PC Principal reminded the detective.

"I was, my apologies. It's worth it to come to England just for the chips, the lovely countrysides and that's about it. The rest of it is a bit shit." PC Principal starts to glare at Sherlock due to him portraying England in such a negative light.

"Um, any questions?" Watson asked.

The students sat in silence before Butters asked, "What's a twat?"

In the principal's office, the detective duo were in the office getting yelled at by PC Principal. "What was that?!"

Watson was sitting on a chair whilst Sherlock was standing by the door, not giving a damn.

"I was being honest about England." Sherlock replied.

"But you were portraying England in a negative light! You were supposed to portray it in a positive light!" PC Principal shouted.

"You shouldn't be blaming me you weren't at all specific." Sherlock said, defending himself. "When you say talk about England I could only assume you wanted me to speak to the students about everything, negative and positive."

"But most of them were negative!" PC Principal reminded him.

"But some were positive, don't you-Hawk!"

Watson and PC Principal were both confused by Sherlock making a bird call.

"I was practicing my bird calls. I do apologies." Sherlock said.

"Uh...apology accepted." PC Principal said. "Mr Watson, do you tolerate his behaviour?"

"Unfortunately, I have to." Watson replied.

"Has he at all made you feel worthless?" PC Principal asked.

"What does this have to do with my behaviour?" Asked Sherlock.

"Do you mind not interrupting me?!" PC Principal angrily asked.

"Yes I do." Sherlock said.

"Well, not all the time." Watson said, answering the principal's question from before.

"Well does it happen?" Asked PC Principal.

"Right, enough. PC Principal we are gonna be questioning you." PC Principal said.

"And why?" PC Principal asked.

"Because we are to assume you have caused the murders in South Park. Or to be more specific, orchestrated." Sherlock explained.

"Why this accusation?" PC Principal asked.

"You see Mr Charles-"

"How do you know the name I was assigned to at birth?" PC Principal asked, surprised.

"Because I read the newspaper where you pushed a transgender woman." Sherlock replied.

"Yes, that was a dick move. For a PC bloke that was very transphobic of you." Watson agreed.

"She was insulting Strong Woman." PC Principal said.

"Your girlfriend." Sherlock deduced.

"What makes you say that?"

Sherlock sighed. "It's bloody obvious. Anyway, on the nights of the murders you were there, inside the buildings. I notice you on the phone saying "Are you gonna say hello to Daddy?". Than a few moments after that sentence, the murders happen. So PC Principal, what I want is for you to tell us who is the assassin?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." PC Principal assured him.

"Trust me, he knows." Watson assured him.

"I have no time for this." PC Principal gets off his seat to exit the office.

"Don't you dare leave!" Sherlock demanded.

PC Principal tries to open the door, but it wouldn't budge. "I predicted you'd try and leave, so I locked the door." Sherlock explained. "I did that bird call so you wouldn't hear the clicking." PC Principal stared at the detective, amazed.

"Now PC Principal, it's time you answer our question, did you or did you not orchestrate the murders?!" Sherlock asked. "And please do answer us because Watson hasn't got all day."

"I'm sorry what do you mean I haven't got all day?" Watson asked.

"Well you have regular hobbies whilst mine involve my job." Sherlock said. "Come on PC Principal tell us."

"I am telling the truth, I did not do it!" PC Principal yelled. "I wouldn't orchestrate a murder it goes against my culture! I would shame them, but not kill them!"

"Says the ti-"

"Sherlock." Watson interjected.

"What? He almost murdered that fat kid."

"Micro aggression!" PC Principal punches Sherlock in the gut, causing him to fall on the floor.

"I tried to warn him." Watson said.

"Like I said, I did not do it."

"But wait, when you exited the premises you weren't acknowledging the bodies." Watson pointed out.

"I didn't notice them because I had a lot on my mind." PC Principal explained.

"What were you thinking?" Watson asked.

"I had to some errands Strong Woman told me to do and I was trying to remember them." PC Principal explained.

"Oh. Well, you're free to go." Watson said. "We are deeply sorry we wasted your time. Aren't we Sherlock?"

Sherlock got up off the floor and said, "Yes I think we are."

Later.

Sherlock and Watson are walking down the hallway after the botched interrogation.

"So you actually believe he's innocent?" Watson asked.

"For once, yes." Sherlock replied. "He's an innocent man. I could tell. A man of PC culture would never hire anyone to try and kill people."

Stan approached Sherlock and Watson. "Excuse me?"

Sherlock did an annoyed sighed. "Let me guess, you want my autograph?"

"I could give you an autograph." Watson offered nicely.

Craig walks past and said, "No offence but no one gives a shit about you."

"Oi!" Watson shouted.

"He's right you know?" Sherlock agreed.

"Actually, the autograph is for my girlfriend, she's a huge fan of you and this Saturday is our anniversary and it would mean so much to her if you could give her an autograph from her hero." Stan explained.

"Aww, that's so sweet." Watson said.

"Sweet or not, I'm not giving you the autograph." Sherlock replied.

"Please Mr Holmes-"

"Listen son, I am a detective not entertainment. Do you get it? I don't want to be seen as a celebrity, I want to be seen as a detective. Do you have any idea how much I hate the fame I've been given?! Everyone always treats me like I'm some form of entertainment, even when I try and help someone who's family member or friend was murdered they still want my autograph! So, I'm sorry you're just gonna have to disappoint your girlfriend!"

Stan looked upset after Sherlock's rant about him.

"Sherlock!" Watson exclaimed.

"Come on Watson, we're gonna continue this investigation." Sherlock before him and Watson exit the school.

Cartman approached the sad Stan and said, "I told you he was a dick."

Later.

Sherlock was in the monitor room looking at the monitors. "What am I missing?"

Watson enters the room with a bag of Chinese. "I got the Chinese. Yours is the Yelper special."

"Thank you John." Sherlock said as John handed him his Yelper special.

Sherlock continued to stare at the monitors whilst eating his Chinese.

"Find anything interesting?" Watson asked.

"This tastes like bogeys and spunk." Sherlock replied, thinking Watson was referring to the Chinese.

"Not the Chinese, I meant the footage." Watson explained.

"Nothing John. Absolutely nothing. Maybe the killer's as smart as me. Or maybe he thinks is." Sherlock theorised.

"What makes you think it's a he?" Watson asked.

"It's only an assumption John." Sherlock replied.

"Are there any more suspects?" Watson asked.

"No, except for the guy who runs the City Wok. He's committed a lot of health code violations."

Suddenly Yates bursts into the room and yelled, "Holmes!"

"Yates, I need you to put out an arrest warrant for Tuong Lu Kim for a health code violation." Sherlock said. "He has attempted to poison me with bogeys and spunk."

Yates stood confused, not understanding the English word for boogers and cum. "I'll look into that. But for now, we got a new murder."

"Where now?" Sherlock asked.

"Tegridy Farms."

Tegridy Farms.

There were a lot of police cars and cops and journalists trying to take pictures of the crime scene.

Sherlock and Watson enter the crime scene. "Update." Sherlock said to a cop.

"It's a 10 year old boy. His name is Kenny McCormick." The cop replied.

"Has he committed any offences?" Sherlock asked.

"Public urination."

Sherlock and Watson began to investigate the body to see if there's any clues.

"Sherlock, missing fingers and stab wounds." Watson said.

"Also a bruise on his eye.' Sherlock pointed out. "He must've put up a fight, but the killer proved to be a stronger match."

Suddenly Stan entered the crime scene which made Sherlock groan. "Oh bloo-"

"Kenny!" Stan shouted.

The police try to hold Stan back. "Son you need to stand b-"

"That's my friend!" Stan shouted. "That's my friend!" Stan pushed his way through the police and approached Kenny's body. "Kenny!"

"Son, I'm gonna need you to stand back." Watson advised the young boy.

"But that's my friend!" Exclaimed Stan. "Is he ok?!"

"He's dead. I regret to inform you that." Sherlock said.

Stan started tear up, upset by his friend's death. "Why Kenny?! He did nothing wrong!"

Sherlock approached Stan. "No, no, no, no." Sherlock said, trying to comfort him. "He did commit public urination."

Stan left the crime scene to stare at the field in sadness, possibly due to the poor comforting efforts from Sherlock.

Sherlock stared at Watson, not sure what to do.

"I think you should go and comfort him." Watson suggested.

"Why don't you do it?" Sherlock asked.

"I'm busy investigating the crime scene as well. You know I'm not here to make you look good."

"I thought you were." Mitch said to Sherlock's partner.

"Alright, I'll go and comfort him." Sherlock reluctantly said before he approached Stan and joined him at staring at the field. "So, nice field."

"I hate it here." Stan said.

"Yup, I hate weed as well." Sherlock agreed.

"Why did it have to be Kenny?" Stan asked. "He didn't deserve it."

"Sometimes Stan, good people get killed. I'm not really good at comforting. I'm sorry if I'm making you more upset."

"It's ok Sherlock." Stan said before the two continue to stare at the field for a bit.

"I wanna find the guy who killed Kenny." Stan said.

"So do I."

"Let me help you Sherlock." Stan begged.

"Why?" Sherlock asked.

"Because Kenny's my friend and I wanna avenge his death." Stan explained

Sherlock laughed. "What use can you be to this investigation?"

"I just wanna help." Stan replied.

"I don't think that's gonna happen."

Thursday.

Watson and Sherlock were exiting their apartment.

"So?" Watson asked.

"Yes, that Stan Marsh kid's coming with us." Sherlock replied.

"Why?" Watson asked. "Because he's trying to convince you to give him an autograph?"

"No, he really wants to help us to solve the case of the murders because he's friends with the McCormick kid. Best part is, we're in a bet."

"Bet?" Watson repeated, with an eyebrow raised.

"Yes a bet. If I solve the case than he leaves me alone and if he solves the case than I give him the autograph for his girlfriend."

"This seems kind of immature for you Sherlock." Watson pointed out.

"Well I'm dealing with a child." Sherlock explained. "We should be making our way to Whistlin' Willies, I promise we'd meet there."

Whistlin' Willies.

Sherlock and Watson enter the restaurant. "I also told him to not bring anyone else." At a table Stan was waiting for Sherlock and Watson, along with Cartman and Kyle, meaning that Stan disobeyed him. "You have to be joking me?"

"I'm sorry Sherlock, they insisted they joined." Stan explained.

Later.

Sherlock, Watson, Stan, Kyle and Cartman were eating pizza.

"What clues do we have so far?" Stan asked.

"Unfortunately none." Sherlock said. "Although our little friend seems to have a fetish for chopping the middle fingers o-"

"What was the best case you ever solved?" Kyle interjected.

"What?" Sherlock asked.

"Do you have a favourite case?"

"Lets see, uh...who should have a favourite case?" Sherlock asked.

"I did like the case of the Hound from Baskerville." Watson replied.

"John!" Sherlock shouted. "Right, back on topic. Again no cl-"

"And there's the evidence." Cartman interrupted

"What was that?" Sherlock asked.

Cartman showed Sherlock his phone. "I found the evidence that you're a dick. I wanted to prove to the girls that you're an ass."

"Do they read my blog?" Watson asked. "I mentioned quite clearly how much of an arse he is."

"Yes. So, our next move is-"

"Is Moriarty dead?" Kyle asked.

"We're getting off topic." Sherlock said.

"Guys, I seriously think we should listen to Sherlock." Stan suggested.

"Yes, thank you. I think our next move sh-"

"And more proof that you're an asshole." Cartman said.

"Are you finished?" Sherlock asked.

"I hope you are." Watson said.

"I think our next move should be-"

"How did you actually survive that fall?" Kyle interjected again.

"John specifically stated how I survived my fall." Sherlock replied.

"Although I had to question, what would happen if it went wrong?" Watson asked.

"I've practiced. Never mind. Our-"

"More evidence." Cartman interjected.

"Right! We're going to Tegridy Farms." Sherlock announced as he angrily stood up. "To question Randy Marsh if he actually had anything to do with the murders."

Later at Tegridy Farms.

Sherlock, Watson, Stan, Cartman and Kyle enter the house.

"Hello, welcome to Tegridy Farms how can I help?" Randy asked.

"We're here to question you." Watson replied.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Have a seat." Randy said.

"He's high." Stan sighed.

"How do you know he's high?" Watson asked.

"He's staring at the wall, not acknowledging us, eyes are-"

"Stop, deduction is my job." Sherlock said. "I knew he was high walking in. How long till he's no longer high?"

"How long have you been high?" Stan asked his Dad.

"Twelve minutes." Randy replied.

"Ok, he should no longer be high in 3 hours." Stan calculated.

Sherlock sighed in annoyance.

"Do you wanna see Onward while we wait for him?" Cartman asked. "Since that's the only movie theatres will show."

"Yeah." Kyle said.

"Uh ok." Stan said.

"Well it's something." Watson said.

"Nope. We're gonna wait here until he's no longer high." Everyone groaned at Sherlock's command. "Hey, we're in this together. We might as well be doing something."

Later.

Cartman was on his phone, whilst Kyle and Watson were throwing stones at the weed field, while Sherlock and Stan sat on a step, chatting.

"So tell me anything or everything about your Dad." Sherlock said.

"Ok." Stan said.

Later.

Kyle was playing with a skipping rope, whilst Cartman and Watson were on their phones, while Stan and Sherlock were still chatting.

"...and that's about it." Stan said.

"Thank you." Sherlock said.

Later.

Sherlock, Kyle, Stan and Cartman were playing cards, whilst Watson was making a phone call. "Yes...I don't think he likes it...you knew?...too many idiots he says...yeah, I'll try and put him on. Sherlock, do you wanna talk to-"

"No." Sherlock replied.

"You don't know who it is." Watson pointed out.

"I do." Sherlock said.

"Sherlock sends his love."

"I don't."

Later.

The gang were still waiting.

"Ok, I'm done." Sherlock said.

"Yeah, he should be done by now." Stan confirmed.

The gang enter the house and see that Randy was about to light another bud, but Sherlock approaches Randy and pulls the bud from his mouth.

"Hey!" Randy reacted.

"Mr Marsh-"

"Holy shit! That's Sherlock Holmes." Towelie interjected.

Watson stood confused and asked, "Is that a talking towel?"

"You're a towel." Towelie said, intending to insult Watson.

"He isn't made of cotton and doesn't absorb liquid, he's a human being. You on the other hand..." Sherlock starts touching Towelie.

"What are you doing pervert?!" Towelie asked.

"You're made of fabric. Cartman, spit. I'm dry." Sherlock said before Cartman spat on the towel.

"Hey!" Towelie shouted while Cartman laughed.

"And you're absorbent. So, you're a towel." Sherlock concluded.

"You're a towel." Towelie retort made Sherlock sigh.

"So, what brings you here?" Randy asked the detective.

"We're here to interrogate you." Sherlock replied.

"About what?"

"Are you daft? The body."

"What body?" Asked the confused Randy.

"I'll be back." Cartman said before he exited the house.

"There was a body last night outside your farm." Sherlock explained to Randy.

"What do you mean?" Randy asked.

"You must be stupid! There were cops outside your house, didn't anyone tell you?"

"There were cops outside the house?!" Randy asked, still confused.

Cartman returns into the house holding a baseball bat and approaches the farmer.

"I...don't really know what you're-" Suddenly, Cartman hits Randy in the leg with the baseball bat. "Ow! What the fuck?!"

"What the hell was that for?" Watson asked the 10 year old.

"I thought we were doing good cop/bad cop." Cartman said, defending his action.

"Me and Sherlock are usually the ones who do the job." Watson pointed out.

"Well it's gonna be hard to make a stoner to tell the truth. So..." Cartman hits Randy in the leg with a baseball bat again causing him to scream.

"Somebody take the bat off of Cartman." Sherlock requested.

Kyle took the bat off of Cartman, causing the fat boy to say, "Aww!"

"Go to Stan's room and we'll let you know when we're ready to go." Sherlock requested.

"No! I will not! I wanna abuse this stupid stoner!" Cartman angrily shouted.

"Please do, hell I'll do it." Stan takes the bat off of Kyle and wacks Randy with the baseball bat.

"Son, you're grounded!" Exclaimed Randy.

"Fuck you Dad!" Stan replied before Sherlock snatched the bat and broke it.

"Kyle, I need you to make sure Stan and Cartman don't do anything to abuse our suspect." Sherlock requested.

"Come on guys." Kyle said.

Randy was rubbing his leg to try and clam down the swelling.

"Now Randy-"

"You killed Kenny you bastard!" Kyle throws an apple at Randy's head.

"Ow!"

"Right!" Sherlock shouted. "John, keep an eye on Stan, Cartman and Kyle in the other room while I interrogate our suspect." Watson, Cartman, Stan and Kyle walked into the kitchen.

"Right, R-"

Towelie throws a bud at Randy. Sherlock glared at the towel, who just shrugged his shoulders and said, "I felt left out."

Sherlock sighed. "Right, did you murder Kenny?"

"No! Why do you think I murdered Kenny?" Randy asked.

"Because you're a terrorist and a murderer. You killed a bear." Sherlock replied.

Randy did a nervous laugh. "No. How do you know I killed Winnie The Pooh?"

"Who said the bear had a specific name?" Sherlock asked.

Randy did a nervous laugh, realising he was fucked. "Ok. I did murder Winnie The Pooh, but that was in China, they never found me. But I didn't kill Kenny!"

Sherlock stared at Randy. "You didn't do it. Despite the fact you're an idiot."

Randy did a nervous laugh. "What do you mean?"

Sherlock cracked his neck, cause he's ready to blow his mind. "You're a stoner for one. But more appropriately, the name of Tegridy Farms is dumb. Absolutely dumb. You're a criminal, a murderer, you treat your family like shit and if this was Britain you'd be arrested. Tegridy Farms should be titled integrity farms. As in t-e-g-r-i-t-y. You can't spell the last part of integrity."

"I was trying to make people notice." Randy said.

"Yes, notice that you're an idiot." Sherlock snapped.

Randy did a nervous laugh and said, "Fuck you."

"You didn't have a clever insult so you just decided to say the f word." Sherlock said.

"No! Fuck you Sherlock Holmes! Get out!" Randy demanded.

"Ok." Sherlock said while jumping off the couch. "Watson, Stan, Kyle and Cartman we're leaving."

"Good! You British pussies!" Randy demanded.

"Dad, three out of the five of us aren't British." Stan pointed out.

Outside, Sherlock, Watson, Stan, Kyle and Cartman were walking across the highway.

"Now, I know you didn't tell us, but we went around looking for clues." Watson said to Sherlock.

"And?" Sherlock asked.

"Uh, no. We didn't find anything." Watson replied.

"Although I did find a pot of honey, spelt h-u-n-n-y." Kyle retorted.

"Why?" Sherlock asked, confused by the spelling.

"I don't know." Kyle said.

"So now what?" Stan asked.

"We're gonna stand by the fence and watch the house." Sherlock replied as he and the rest stopped and started staring at the house.

"Why?" Stan queried.

Suddenly the police arrived at the house.

"Randy Marsh you are under arrest for killing Winnie The Pooh, you bastard!" Yates shouted through a megaphone.

"You got my Dad arrested?" Stan asked, surprised.

"Yup. Just say they murdered Winnie The Pooh and everyone will be on him." Sherlock said.

"Thanks. You're amazing." Stan said.

"You're welcome."

Suddenly a paper airplane flew into Cartman's eye. "Ow! What the fuck?!" Cartman pulls the paper from his eye, unravels it and starts reading it and then scrunches the paper.

"Stupid Mr M." Cartman said.

"Mr M?" Sherlock asked. "Give me-" Cartman throws the paper into the field. "The paper." Sherlock rolled his eyes and then ran into the field to retrieve the paper.

"What did the letter say Cartman?" Watson asked.

"I don't know. It said something about, you should give up. Signed Mr M." Cartman replied.

Watson stared at Cartman with worry. "Mr M? It can't stand for-"

"Moriarty." Sherlock interjected.

"What?" Stan asked.

"Mr M probably means Moriarty." Sherlock replied.

"But Moriarty is dead." Kyle pointed out.

"Maybe he-"

"Still dead!" Sherlock interjected. "He's still dead, somebody's trying to trick me into believing that he's alive."

Watson sighed. "Is he even dead?"

Sherlock glared at Watson, like he was sick of people saying he wasn't. "Yes! Yes! Yes! He's dead! He's deceased! He's not alive! He's kicked the bucket! He's ceased to exist! He has gone to meet his maker! He is an ex person!"

"Alright!" Watson said.

"If you excuse me, I have to think back at the apartment." Sherlock starts to walk away.

"You know, we can always take the car Sherlock!" Watson reminded his angered partner.

"So, now what?" Kyle asked.

"Children, I'm going to meet with Sherlock, you do what you want and try and find some clues. It could really help." Watson starts to follow Sherlock back to the apartment.

"So, where do we go?" Cartman asked.

"I don't know." Kyle replied.

"Maybe we could go to the crime scenes just to see if Sherlock missed some details." Stan suggested.

They start to walk back to South Park but then a black limo parks up next to them.

"Hey kids, need a lift?" The driver asked.

"Uh no." Stan replied.

"You need to get in." The driver requested. "My associate is in the back."

The boys stare at the driver with suspicion.

"I don't know if we should trust him." Kyle said.

"Yeah! Tell Harvey Weinstein to piss off." Cartman demanded.

"We have ice cream."

"Why didn't you say so?" Cartman asked.

"Cartman!" But Kyle was too slow because Cartman had just entered the limo. Stan and Kyle soon follow to try and rescue their fat friend.

"Come on Cartman!" Stan demanded. Suddenly the car door shuts and than locks. "Oh shit."

Across the three was a man dressed all in a fancy brown suit and white tie. "Please have a seat on the seats behind you." The man requested.

"Please don't rape or molest us." Kyle begged.

The man laughed and asked, "Why would I?"

"Man, black car, promise of ice cream, sounds too suspicious." Stan pointed out.

"But I do have ice cream." The man hands Cartman a small tub of Ben and Jerry's.

"Ay! Where's the spoon?" Cartman angrily asked.

"Oh I'm sorry." The man hands Cartman a spoon and the fat boy starts to eat the tub.

"Oh I'm sorry, would you like some?" The man asked the children.

"There's no roofies in them right?" Kyle asked.

"Ok, I have had it with these bloody accusations." The man groaned. "I am not a child molester. I'm what Sherlock likes to call his arch nemesis."

"Oh shit!" Kyle reacted.

"What?"

"You're Moriarty!" Kyle replied.

"I'm not Moriarty, Moriarty is dead." The man angrily pointed out.

"Than who are you?" Kyle asked.

"Mycroft Holmes, I'm Sherlock's older brother."

"What do you want exactly?" Stan asked.

"To give you a lift." Mycroft's response caused the boys to stare at him, disappointed since they thought it could have been bigger.

"That's it?" Cartman asked.

"That and also to offer my condolences to poor Stan Marsh, who's own father was arrested." Mycroft said.

"How do you-"

"I'm part of John's contact list, so he's told me quite a lot. And I would like to discuss to Stan about his pretty big gamble about working with my brother."

"Ok. Are you about to tell me about how he's hard to work with?" Stan asked. "Because I've already figured that out."

"You cannot bet with Sherlock, he's quite smart, so smart that it annoys me quite a lot." Mycroft said.

"Right." Stan said, showing he was listening.

"And is this all for your little girlfriend?" Mycroft asked.

"This is all because of Windy?!" Cartman angrily asked. "You told me it was because you wanted to prove he's a dick!"

"That we already know." Stan said before he sighed. "Alright, me and Sherlock are in this bet, if I win than he has to give an autograph to Wendy. But if he wins, than I have to stay away from him. That and I also wanna avenge Kenny. It took me a while for me to convince him, but I wasn't the one who came up with the bet, Sherlock was."

"That seems kind of childish for Sherlock." Kyle pointed out.

"Exactly like him." Mycroft retorted. "Stan, I hate to tell you but you're not gonna win the bet, he's gonna solve the case before you. But if you want I can help you go one step ahead of him." Mycroft hands Stan some files. "These are details Sherlock missed, every one of these victims were working at Moffat's."

"The warehouse near the docks?" Kyle asked.

"Why are you telling us that?" Cartman asked. "We already knew."

"I didn't." The driver said.

"Anyway Stan, I hope you win this bet so I can see the look on my brother's face." Mycroft said. "I know it sounds a little childish, but some people deserve to lose a bet."

"Well thanks." Stan said.

"And I will do my best to help you, your Mum and your sister to find a new home." Mycroft said.

"Sweet, thanks." Stan said while smiling at the man.

Mycroft smiled and said, "You're welcome."

The apartment.

Stan, Kyle and Cartman are about to enter Sherlock's room.

"I can't wait to see the look on Sherlock's face." Stan said.

"I have the camera." Cartman said.

"I guess I'm looking forward to it." Said the unsure Kyle.

"What do you mean Kyle?" Stan asked.

"I mean, couldn't you just get Wendy jewellery?" Kyle suggested.

"That's cliched Kyle and Wendy already has too much jewellery." Stan said.

"But I still think it's stupid that we're going all this way to help Sherlock just for an autograph. I joined you because I thought it'd be fun working with my hero."

"I'm also doing it for Kenny." Stan said.

"But it's mainly for Wendy, Stan." Kyle pointed out.

"And Kenny." Stan argued. "Look, Sherlock started the bet."

"And you got more excited for the bet because of Wendy."

"Just shut up Khal!" Cartman demanded. "I wanna see the look on-" Suddenly the door opens and hits Cartman.

"Figured it out!" A naked Sherlock exits the apartment and Watson soon follows, annoyed.

"What do you mean?" Watson asked. "And could you please put some clothes on? The children are present."

Sherlock turns to acknowledge the children. "Children I figured it out."

The trio looked away, in disgust.

"We also figured it out." Stan said.

"No offence, but you're a grown man flashing your penis at children." Kyle said.

"Sorry." Sherlock said before he steals a passerby's cap.

"Hey!" The guy said.

"I'll give it you back." Sherlock said while he uses the cap to cover his crotch.

"You know what? You keep it." The guy uncomfortably said before continuing to walk down the corridor.

"Thank you." Sherlock said. "I figured out the location. I found out that a lot of the victims have been working at Moffat's. I wonder if there's some kind of connection there?"

"Do you children know anything about Moffat's?" Watson asked.

"It's a warehouse where they give people with criminal records new jobs." Kyle replied.

"Interesting." Sherlock said. "Do all the criminals have minor records or big records?"

"All of them." Cartman replied.

"Right, we're going there tomorrow once all the worker's shifts end." Sherlock announced. "Now, what were you planning to tell me?"

Stan sighed. "Never mind."

"Wow. Nice job Sherlock, now it will be nice if you put some clothes on!" Watson demanded.

"Alright fine!" Sherlock groaned as he walked back into the apartment.

Stan sighed but Kyle gave him an assuring pat on the back. "Don't worry, we haven't solved the case yet so we might still have time. I believe in you Stan."

"I believe in you too." Stan smiled at Cartman's assuring words. "Mainly because I wanna see that British prick lose."

Friday.

Moffat's.

It was night and all the workers were just leaving the warehouse.

"Lets get drunk." Shouted one of the workers.

"No lets get high." Another worker shouted.

"No lets have sex with each other." Everyone stared at the worker who looked like Rob Schneider. "Or not. Or not."

Every worker just continued walking and soon, disappeared from sight.

Than Sherlock, Watson, Stan, Kyle and Cartman approached the fence. Sherlock and Watson climbed up the fence and then Stan and Kyle did the same.

"Alright, lets go." Sherlock said.

"Yeah." Stan reacted.

"What about Cartman?" Watson asked.

Cartman was trying to climb up the fence. "Shit!" He said.

"Do you need help?" Watson asked.

"Lets not help him." Sherlock suggested.

"I agree." Kyle said.

"Hey, help me out you British asshole!" Cartman angrily demanded.

"Well maybe you could lose some weight, so do it yourself you fat arse." Sherlock suggested.

"Hey! I'm not fat!" Cartman shouted.

"You weigh at about 50 pounds so of course you're fat." Sherlock argued.

Cartman was still struggling to get up the fence. He climbed up a few meters but then fell, but he was still holding onto the fence, so the fence fell with him and was now on of him.

"Fat." Sherlock confirmed.

"Faulty fence." Cartman argued.

Sherlock sighed in annoyance.

"There was a fence door."

Sherlock turned around and he saw none other than his brother Mycroft. "And it was unlocked."

"Mycroft?" Stan said.

"You know him?" Ask the surprised Sherlock.

"Uh..."

"Yes and I know about the bet. A bit childish if you ask me, brother." Mycroft said.

Sherlock stared at Watson, like he was accusing him of bringing him here. "He's actually concerned about you." Watson sighed.

"What are you doing here Mycroft?" Sherlock asked.

"You asked me to join you." Replied a confused Mycroft.

"I did?" Asked a confused Sherlock.

"Yes, I'm quite surprised myself. I have the text right here." Mycroft approached Sherlock and showed him the text, which confused the detective.

"No, I would never text you in a million years." Sherlock argued.

"Were you on drugs again Sherlock?" Mycroft asked.

"No. I don't even remember sending you the text." Sherlock replied, still confused.

"What's going on?" Watson asked, confused.

"I don't know." Mycroft said. "Sherlock, why are you acting like you didn't send me the text?"

"Because I bloody didn't." Sherlock angrily replied.

"Is this important right now?" Stan asked.

"Yes. Because some wise arse decided to hack into my phone." Sherlock replied while investigating his phone. "Who was it? I never told anyone my password."

"Well, lets not waste time. We have a case to solve." Mycroft said before him, Stan, Kyle, Watson and Cartman start walking; while Sherlock was standing confused.

"Somebody broke into my phone and I'm gonna find out who." Sherlock said to himself.

Later.

The group make it to a door and Sherlock pulled the door handle, but the door wouldn't budge.

"Locked." Mycroft said.

"Yes, thank you captain obvious." Sherlock retorted. "How will we get in?"

"I have a stick of dynamite." Cartman replied. "I could blow up the door."

"And attract a lot of cops that we will accuse us of terrorism?" Mycroft asked.

"Whatever gets Sherlock locked up." Cartman said.

"Ha Ha Ha. Very funny." Sherlock replied, sarcastically.

"Maybe we can ram Cartman through the door." Kyle suggested.

"Ay!"

"Yeah, his weight can help us get through the door." Stan agreed.

Stan, Kyle, Mycroft and Watson laughed at the fat jokes.

"That isn't very nice." Sherlock said. "Mycroft you were like that at his age."

Mycroft glared at Sherlock, since he didn't want to be reminded of it. "Thanks for reminding me."

"Ok, I'm gonna punch the door." Cartman said.

"I don't think that's gonna work." Watson protested.

Cartman approached the door and said, "Trust me, it will." Cartman punches the door and his wrist starts to hurt. "Ow! Mother fucker!"

Suddenly the door opens on its own, surprising everyone. "See? It worked." Said an impressed Cartman.

"I think it opened on its own." Stan theorised.

The group enter the warehouse. When they got inside they discovered it was ginormous.

"Right this is a big place, so I suggest we split up and look for clues." Sherlock suggested.

"Alright Scooby Doo." Watson said.

"I'm with Stan, Watson you're with Kyle and Mycroft you're with Cartman because I hate you two the most." Sherlock requested.

"Ay!"

Later, Cartman and Mycroft are walking down a hallway together.

"So, your brother is an asshole?" Cartman asked Sherlock's brother.

"Oh you figured." Mycroft chuckled.

"Yes. I kind of see why you hate him so much." Cartman said.

Mycroft sighed. "I don't hate him. I can't hate my own brother it's kind of immature. I love my little brother Cartman, I just-"

"Shut up I think I found a clue." Cartman was standing by a desk that had a bunch of blueprints. "What are they?"

"Blueprints." Mycroft replied.

"Really? I've always called them blue papers."

"You're kind of dumb." Mycroft observed.

"No, I'm more intelligent than Sherlock and Albert Einstein combined." Cartman argued.

Mycroft sighed before he analysed the blueprints further. "These blueprints are for reanimating a corpse and these blueprints are for turning a person into a giant half spider thing."

"Sounds like a disappointing finale." Cartman commented.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!"

Mycroft and Cartman turn around to see who that threatening sounding voice was.

"This explains everything." Cartman said in surprise.

We cut to Kyle and Watson walking down a hallway.

"Look over there." Kyle points to a a door that said "meat room".

"A meat room?" Watson asked.

"Sorry wrong door." Kyle then points to a door that says "Room with a clue".

"Seems obvious." Watson commented.

Kyle and Watson enter the room, but they discover a bunch of meat hanging. "It's just a meat room." Watson said.

They enter the room titled 'meat room' and they found a wall plastered with middle fingers. "Oh my God!" Said the terrified detective.

"Jesus Christ!" Kyle reacted, terrified by the sight.

Watson takes a picture of the fingers with his phone, shaking as he did so.

"Why did you take a picture?" Kyle asked.

"I'm sending these pictures to Sherlock." Watson replied.

"Why?"

"Because he needs to see them. Come on, let's meet up with Sherlock."

Kyle and Watson start running but stop when they see a spotlight shining upon a note.

Watson and Kyle approach the note and the detective picked the note up and started to read it. "Missed me?" Watson and Kyle stood confused by what the implicit not meant.

"Did you miss me Johnny?" Watson and Kyle looked up. "Because I missed you." Watson stood surprised and shocked at the sight of the unknown person he possibly knows.

Meanwhile.

Stan and Sherlock were walking down another hallway. Sherlock was looking around while Stan was on his phone texting.

"Wendy?" Sherlock asked, not paying attention to Stan.

"Huh?"

"You're texting the little girlfriend who wants my autograph." Sherlock replied.

"Yeah. Was it a wild guess?" Stan asked.

"No I noticed you pressing your finger on the-"

"Stop." Stan demanded. "I shouldn't really ask when I'm around you."

"So, do you and her have a good relationship?" Asked a curious Sherlock.

Stan sighed. "It's fine for the moment, we've had some problems over the years, but we've managed to fix those problems."

"Interesting. How did she get interested with John's blog?" Sherlock asked.

"She discovered it on the internet one day and she became quite obsessed with you." Stan replied.

"Just like every girl." Stan laughed at Sherlock's comment. "No seriously the more John writes a blog about our cases, the more girls become attracted to me."

The two soon reach a dead end, stopping them.

"Dead end." Sherlock commented.

"Uh Sherlock."

Sherlock and Stan turn around to see Watson, Kyle, Mycroft and Cartman walking with their hands up.

"You four, what's going on?" Sherlock asked.

"We have bombs strapped to us!" Cartman angrily replied.

"What?!" Stan reacted.

Kyle, Watson, Mycroft and Cartman remove their coats to reveal the bombs that are strapped to them.

"What happened?!" Stan asked.

"Well some rat and some dick hole strapped bombs on us and they really want Sherlock to choose." Cartman replied.

"But who's they?" Sherlock asked.

"I'm one of them." Sherlock's face turns to shock as he has heard that voice before and he saw figure in the shadows.

"Quite convenient that there's a shadowy corner isn't there? It kind of builds anticipation to who this mysterious figure could be and than..." The figure exited the shadows and it is revealed to none other than the supposedly deceased Jim Moriarty. "...the big reveal."

"You can't be." Sherlock replied, in surprise disbelief.

"Oh turn off your brain and start to believe in the impossible for once Sherlock." Moriarty said.

"Who is that?" Stan asked.

"Your girlfriend's probably told you about me. Jim Moriarty."

"How do you know?" Stan asked.

"I have psychic powers." Moriarty replied.

Sherlock and Stan stood confused.

"Really?" Kyle asked.

"NO! Doofus!" Moriarty shouted. "I cyber stalk her on social media. Not in a Harvey Weinstein way more in a "I wanna kill every fan of Sherlock way".

"If you lay a hand on her I will fucking kill you." Stan threatened.

"OOOOOOOOOO. I'm shivering in my boots." Moriarty said.

"You don't know how to stay dead." Sherlock said while gritting his teeth.

"Actually I do." Moriarty said. "I've been dead for a while, but I have a lot of fans and I was resurrected by my massive fan."

Another figure exits the shadows and it was none other than Mickey Mouse. "Wow, revealing myself like that was actually satisfying. You were quite right about that Mr Moriarty." Sherlock started chuckling at the sight of the mouse. "Now you little fuckers are gonna pay for-What's so funny?"

Mickey notices Sherlock chuckling. "I just find it funny that mine and Mycroft's childhood icon is threatening us." Sherlock replied.

Mycroft started chuckling as well. "It actually is."

"Stop laughing!" Mickey demanded. "I have a chainsaw!"

"He is right about that." Stan confirmed.

But Sherlock and Mycroft continued chuckling.

"I'm gonna rip your throat out." Mycroft said, doing a perfect Mickey Mouse impression which made Sherlock laugh.

"Is anybody gonna explain the connection between Moriarty and Mickey?" Watson asked.

"Ok, I will!" Mickey shouted. "During my time on the internet I was thinking of how I could own every company in the world. That was when, I came across Mr Watson's blog and I read all about Sherlock Holmes. His cases, his characteristics and his rivalries. But there's one thing that always interested me, Jim Moriarty. I was disappointed to learn that he was dead. But when I heard of the Super Adventure Club's method of resurrection I had to go and find them. I burst into a British morgue and stole Moriarty's body. I took him down to the Super Adventure Club's lair and they were much obliged to help me revive him."

"How though?" Sherlock asked.

"They made the back of my head a bit cybernetic." Moriarty replied while touching the back of his head. "I'm like Robocop, or Robojim. Sounds catchy right?"

"They wanted to make Moriarty a part of their molestation adventures but I wouldn't allow them." Mickey explained. "They threatened me with death and I threatened them with my ultimate weapon, a lawsuit. They didn't wanna be sued and they allowed me to take him."

"I was scared and confused, I touched the back of my neck and I realised it was quite cybernetic." Moriarty continued. "But a few moments later, I was happy. But I didn't realise I had to work with the mouse."

"If Jim wanted to live he had to work for me." Mickey continued. "We had different plans. I wanted to get revenge on the people who didn't wanna be part of the Disney empire whilst Jim just wanted to do some killing. He wanted to kill people with a small criminal record, which I thought was quite bizarre."

"And then we agreed to disagree. We decided to combine our little plans together."

"But what does Moff-"

"I'm getting there." Moriarty interrupted Sherlock. "I bought the company in my own way." Moriarty throws two eyeballs at Sherlock which he catches and throws them on the floor. "I didn't kill him don't worry. Those eyeballs belonged to a pig. On my first day as boss, I looked through all the worker's files and found out all about their little criminal history. And for the passing days, I killed the four victims but after the third victim I discovered you were put on the case. That made me very, very happy as you might've guessed."

"But I didn't want some big shot detective to discover our plans, so I sent him the note but you didn't listen and look at your four friends, they're all set to go boom." Mickey said. Moriarty makes an explosion sound effect. "Jim, I think they got the right idea."

"So it's your choice Sherlock, are you gonna allow me to blow up your fat brother, the fat kid..." Moriarty started.

"Ay!" Cartman shouted.

"The Jew or your very best friend. Your choice. Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock, tick tock."

"I am not choosing." Sherlock said.

"You won't choose Sherlock, because I hacked into their bombs." Stan announced.

"What?!" Mickey reacted angrily.

"I hacked into the bombs. Check." Stan replied.

Moriarty pushes one of the triggers and nothing happened. "That's impressive, how did you do that?" Moriarty asked.

"I have a girlfriend who does this and she taught me a few tricks." Stan replied.

"Oh no, the bombs are deactivated whatever shall I do?" Moriarty asked, sounding disinterested.

"Maybe you could come with us and-Wait, you sound disinterested. Is this a-" Suddenly some smoke started to come out of the supposedly deactivated bombs and interrupting Sherlock's train of thought.

"It's a trap." Moriarty shouted, doing an Admiral Ackbar impression.

Mickey and Moriarty place gas masks on their faces. "You can't stop us now, ha ha." Mickey said.

A few minutes later, Stan, Sherlock, Watson, Mycroft, Kyle and Cartman were knocked out by gas.

Later.

Sherlock, Mycroft, Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Watson woke up, chained to a wall.

"What the?" Stan asked himself.

Cartman woke up and saw that he had chains, chained to both his arms and legs. "Oh fuck! Not again!"

"Oh fuck! Yes again!" Mickey replied as he entered the room.

"What are you gonna do to us?" Watson asked.

"I'm just gonna leave you hanging there ha ha." Mickey replied. "Get it? Hanging? Ha ha."

"Dude, how long were we up here for?" Kyle asked.

"You've been out for a while. It's Saturday." Mickey replied.

Saturday.

"That's what I said. Stupid title card." Mickey said.

"Saturday?" Stan asked. "What time?"

"The time is..." Mickey looks at his Donald Duck watch and replies, "...6:25 PM."

"6:25?!" Stan reacted. "I have 20 minutes till my anniversary date with my girlfriend!"

"Well I'll send her your corpse as a gift. Ha ha." Mickey said.

"Mr Mickey, I wanna know why did you wanna buy small business?" Watson asked.

"Simple Ha Ha. I wanted to buy those four specific business for reasons that make me powerful." Mickey replied.

"A powerful douche?" Cartman asked. Mickey throws a can of tomato soup at Cartman's head. "That fucking hurt!"

"Why do you think buying small business will make you powerful?" Stan asked.

"Because they had something I didn't had, the ingredients for the ultimate potion that turns me into a God." Mickey replied.

"Ok, how did a simple murder case turn into some kind of magical jumbo?" Sherlock asked.

"You should always expect the unexpected Mr Holmes." Mickey said. "You see the ingredients to the potion will turn me into the most terrifying thing imaginable. The ingredients are the Tweek coffee, Tegridy Snow, the ingredient for the pizza at Whistlin' Willys and the Yelper special from City Wok. That's why I wanted to buy those businesses, so I could get the ingredients, ha ha."

"Instead of buying them? If you wanted the ingredients, why couldn't you just buy the products?" Watson queried.

"Do not question me!" Mickey demanded. "So, when they refused me I sent Moriarty to kill one of the workers from Moffat's. But when Sherlock was arresting the majority of the owners I saw this as a perfect opportunity to go in and get what I need."

"But what did killing those people gave to do with anything?" Watson asked.

"I wanted my good friend Moriarty to have his fun." Mickey replied. "Now if you excuse me, I'm gonna go and start my attack on everybody on this fucking planet, Ha Ha."Mickey leaves the room, pulling a sinister grin.

"Well Sherlock, we're screwed." Mycroft said. "Thank you for bringing me along on this little suicide mission."

"For the last time, I didn't send you the text." Sherlock denied.

"And it's your fault Stan!" Cartman shouted. "I'm gonna die here because of you. But on the plus side, Khal will die as well."

"Hey!" Kyle snapped.

"I will find a way out." Sherlock assured everyone.

"In this mess?!" Watson reacted. "I'm never gonna see my daughter again because of you!"

"No! It's all Stan's fault we're chained here." Sherlock said. "If he didn't deactivate your bombs than none of this wouldn't have happened."

"I wanted to save my best friend." Stan argued.

"Well look where that got us." Sherlock said, angrily.

"I'm sorry." Stan apologised.

"To be fair, you wouldn't know anything about it so..."

"I'm just scared I'll never see Wendy again." Stan said sadly. "Today's our anniversary and I don't want her to be disappointed. She might think I've disappeared if they don't release our bodies. She might think of me as the worst boyfriend and I don't want her to think of me as that. I've made a lot of mistakes with her, but today is the day where I can't screw up. It's such a special day for me-"

"Shut up I got it." Sherlock unchained himself. "I was working my way out all this time."

"Why didn't you tell us?!" Kyle asked.

"I like surprises." Sherlock replied. "Now I'm gonna free all of you, except for Mycroft."

"If you don't free me than there's gonna be trouble between you and the British government." Mycroft demanded.

"I was being sarcastic." Sherlock argued.

"I can never tell with you."

Sherlock freed the rest of his alleys from their chains and then said, "Come on, we gotta stop Mickey."

"Shouldn't be hard, we'll just get the Cheshire Cat to go after him." Watson's joke made Kyle chuckle.

Later.

The 6 of them made it to what looked like Pennywise's lair from IT Chapter 2.

"What is this?" Watson asked.

The 6 of them saw Mickey mixing ingredients in a pot.

"I hope this is just some messed up cooking show." Kyle said.

"And there we go. I've done the mixing." Mickey said to himself.

"You may have done the mixing, but you're not gonna drink it." Stan said.

"That's not a good joke." Cartman commented.

Mickey points his gun at the 6. "Not so fast!"

"Put down the gun you stupid mouse." Sherlock demanded.

"No! Ha ha." Mickey retorted. "Because when I put the gun down you'll arrest me. But when you arrest me I'll be out, because I've got 100,000 lawyers, I'll be out in no time."

"Well there's gonna be a chance that we'll just kill you instead." Mycroft said.

"Yeah! So we won't have to see anymore live action remakes." Stan agreed.

"Yeah!" Said everyone.

"Fuck you, you still see those!" Mickey argued.

"He's right about that." Watson agreed.

"I'll still never know how we still see them." Kyle said.

"Enough! Ha ha. Time for your doom." Mickey grabs a cup and dunks it into the liquid. "Moments like these are the ones I've been waiting for." Mickey downs the potion in about five seconds. "Now we wait." A few moments later. "Wait a minute, this tastes like piss!"

"You drink piss?" Sherlock asked, disgusted.

"But why?" Mickey asked, confused.

"Because of me." Suddenly the ground started to shake because something big was coming. "When you went into the bathroom I cleverly switched the potion with a pot filled with my piss."

"Boy you must've had some massive bladder problem." Mickey said.

"I always wanted my return to be big, figuratively and literally." Moriarty comes out of the shadow and it is revealed that he has grown to a massive size and his legs were now spider legs. "Hello!"

"Oh my God!" Watson shouted.

"What do you think? Pretty epic right?" Moriarty asked.

"Kind of disappointing." Stan replied.

"Jim! What are you doing?!" Mickey angrily asked.

"Mickey. Oh Mickey, Mickey, Mickey, Mickey you should learn to never trust a Moriarty."

Suddenly Moriarty uses one of his spider legs to stab Mickey in the stomach and lifts him up in the air. "This is for ruining my favourite Disney movie The Lion King." Moriarty throws Mickey's corpse at the wall and causing his whole body to splatter.

"Jesus Christ dude!" Stan reacted.

"Wrong! But you might be meeting him soon." Moriarty said.

"Run!" Kyle shouted and then the 6 started to run away from Moriarty.

While running Cartman threw a rock at Moriarty, but when the rock hit Moriarty it shattered. "Ow! You seriously don't rock."

The 6 continued to get chased by the madman.

"I hope you have a plan to stop Moriarty, brother." Mycroft said.

"Does anyone beside me have any bright ideas?" Sherlock asked.

"Nope." Watson replied.

"I'm all out." Stan replied.

"Wait, this is similar to IT Chapter 2." Kyle pointed out. "Hold on." Kyle stopped. "Hey Moriarty, you're just a joke and a clown."

Moriarty stops dead in his tracks and everyone paused for a bit.

"That isn't very nice. Somebody's gonna need some manners." Moriarty said as he started to chase the group again.

Kyle started to run again. "Ok, that didn't work." And everyone continued to run in a 360% angle.

"I feel we're running around in circles." Cartman commented.

"We are!" Sherlock confirmed. "Because we have no where to go."

"Exactly, because no matter how far you'll run I, Professor James Moriarty will catch up with you. Nothing can stop me." Moriarty said.

"Cartman do you have the stick of dynamite?" Sherlock asked.

"He won't have. Moriarty searched us." Mycroft replied.

"Yes I do!" Cartman pulls a stick of dynamite from the back of his pants.

"Were you hiding that one up your arse?" Watson asked.

"Yeah! Anyone got a lighter?" Cartman asked.

"No." Everyone replied.

"Goddammit!"

Suddenly Stan sees a lighter near Mickey's corpse and to it and grabs it. "Cartman!"

Cartman grabs the lighter from Stan and gives him an appreciative smile.

"Roar! Roar! Look at me! Look how scary I am!" Moriarty shouted. Cartman uses the lighter to light the dynamite. "Nothing can stop me this time! Nothing!"

"Eat this! It's better than chips!" Cartman throws the stick of dynamite into Moriarty's mouth. "Score!"

Moriarty stops dead in his his tracks and says, "Oh no." Suddenly there was a bang and smoke came out of Moriarty's mouth. "OOOOOO. Toasty. Now feast the eyes on my extraordinary-" Suddenly Moriarty collapsed causing a loud bang and the ground to shake and the 6 to stand in silence.

"Is he dead, finally?" Asked Watson.

"He looks dead." Mycroft replied. "The dynamite must've destroyed his insides."

"Well he better be dead." Sherlock said.

"Yes! Because I've had it with the claims that he's alive! You hear me Moriarty! You stay dead!" Watson angrily shouted.

"Alright John that's enough." Sherlock said.

"No! No! No! No! No! No! If he isn't dead again then I'm gonna-"

"John take it easy, take a few deep breaths." Sherlock advised his partner and Watson did a few deep breaths.

"Yes! I did it! I was the one who got rid of the culprit!" Cartman shouted.

"I can't believe it I-"

"We both lost." Sherlock interjected. "That means you're never gonna leave me alone and I'll not give you the autograph."

"I still think you're being a little harsh brother." Mycroft said.

Stan sighed. "I'm sorry I wasted your time Sherlock."

"Apology accepted Stan." Sherlock said.

"I gotta go. It's time for me to embrace the anger from my disappointed girlfriend." Stan started to walk around the lair to try and find the exit. "Where's the exit?"

Buga Di Faggocini.

Stan entered the restaurant and saw Wendy at a table looking disappointed.

Wendy noticed Stan and got off her seat. "Where the fuck were you?" Stan could only frown in sadness. "Aren't you gonna explain?! I've been here for 32 minutes, hoping you'd show up sooner or la-" Stan suddenly started to hug Wendy, surprising her.

"I'm sorry." Stan apologised.

Wendy did an annoyed sigh and hugged Stan back. "Why are you so filthy?" Wendy asked.

"If I told you, you wouldn't believe me. I'm so sorry."

"It's alright Stan." Wendy said.

They stopped hugging and Stan said, "No, it's not. I didn't get the autograph from Sherlock Holmes, no matter how hard I tried I failed. I-"

"Stan, I told you before, well I tried to anyway. You don't need to get me anything for our anniversary, I just want you with me." Wendy said with a warm smile.

"And I want you with me too." Stan said, smiling before him and Stan and his girlfriend took their seats.

"Do you wanna tell me why you're covered in-" Suddenly a waiter approached the two, interrupting Wendy.

"Champagne?"

"Do we look 21?" Stan asked the waiter.

"Not at all, the more I look at you." The French waiter replied. "But the more I look at you, the more I realise you are filthy. What the hell happened to you?"

"Like I told my girlfriend, you wouldn't believe me if I told you." Stan replied.

"I won't?" The French waiter asked with an eyebrow raised.

"No."

"Maybe you'd seem more truthful if you had a witness. A witness like..." The waiter removed the moustache and glasses from his face to reveal that he's actually Sherlock. "...Me."

Stan and Wendy were both surprised at the sight of the detective and after a few seconds, Wendy screamed. The scream caused Stan to cover his ears and Sherlock to flinch.

"Are her screams usually this loud?" Sherlock asked.

"Not this loud." Stan replied.

"Oh my God! Sherlock Holmes." Wendy screamed.

"Yes. Happy anniversary Stan Marsh and Wendy Testaburger." Sherlock said.

"He knows our names!" Wendy exclaimed.

"Because your boyfriend has done his finest to help me solve a case." Sherlock said.

"You helped Sherlock Holmes?!" Wendy asked.

"Yeah that's-"

"That's why you're covered in dirt." Wendy interjected.

"Yeah."

"He has told me how much of a fan of me you are and I wanted to meet you and wish you and your boyfriend a happy anniversary." Sherlock hands Wendy a piece of paper which is obviously his autograph. "Now, I have to get back to London. But I will allow a quick selfie."

"Stan, we're getting a selfie with Sherlock Holmes!" Wendy screamed.

"Come on, lets huddle together and have this picture." Sherlock said.

Stan, Wendy and Sherlock huddled together to have the selfie; then smiled while Wendy took the picture.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!"

"I must be off, but Wendy, please take a look at the piece of paper I gave you." Sherlock said. "Again, I wish you both a happy anniversary."

Wendy started to tear up over the effort Stan went through.

"Sherlock what were y-" Wendy leaned across the table to press her lips against Stan's, interrupting his sentence. Stan was very surprised by the surprise kiss from his girlfriend but he did return it.

Wendy disconnected her lips from Stan's and said, "Happy anniversary Stan."

"Happy anniversary Wendy."

Stan and Wendy went back to kissing each other whilst Sherlock just smiled before he exited the restaurant to be greeted by Watson.

"That was actually really sweet Sherlock." Said Watson.

"Well I had to repay him some way for all the trouble he and I went through." Sherlock said.

"Still sweet nonetheless." Watson said before he and Sherlock started walking.

"Have you got those tickets?" Sherlock asked.

Watson pulled some airplane tickets out of his pocket. "Got them right here."

"Excellent."

"Yes, I actually booked them online and it was quite simple." Whilst Watson was talking something caught Sherlock's attention. He saw Kenny walking on the other side of the road which surprised and confused Sherlock. "...and that's why I should try it more often." Watson noticed Sherlock looking confused. "Something wrong Sherlock?"

"The Kenny McCormick kid isn't dead." Sherlock said.

"Who's Kenny McCormick?" Watson asked.

"The fourth victim of the Business Killer." Sherlock reminded his confused partner.

"What do you mean fourth? There was only three."

Sherlock stood in confusion over why Watson didn't remember the fourth victim. "It's nothing John, you go wait for me in the apartment and give me my ticket while you're at it."

"Uh ok." Watson hands Sherlock his ticket. "I'll see you at the apartment." Watson started walking whilst Sherlock was standing on the street.

When Watson got out of Sherlock's view, Sherlock suddenly ripped his ticket in two. "Right Kenny McCormick, time to find out who or what you are."