"What do you mean that you won't be accompanying me this time?" Sherlock asked.
"Well, I have to go away on a family with the Missus, Mr. Holmes," Watson said, "It's a bit of a last minute change, however. Don't you fret; there will be someone accompanying you this time."
"Who is this gentleman?" Sherlock asked.
"Well," Watson began, "He's not exactly a 'gentleman', so to speak; but I assure you: he is competent…to my extent."
"Well, what's his name and where is he?"
"His name is Peter Griffin and he's in the lavatory right now."
"Peter Griffin…why does that name not sound familiar?" Sherlock inquired.
"It's probably because you've never met," Watson said and as he said this, the lavatory door could be heard opening. "Ah, there he is now."
Peter Griffin, if you've never seen him before, was an obese man who wore a white dress shirt tucked into his green slacks, along with that he wore glasses.
"Hey, was that soap on the counter for decoration or is it for sanitary uses?" Peter asked.
"I suppose it's for the latter," Watson said.
"I didn't ask for a ladder, I said what's the soap for in the bathroom?"
"It's for sanitary use," Watson answered.
"Oops, I guess I should've used that then," Peter said. "Oh well, I'll do it later."
Watson picked up his bags and said, "And with that, I'm off; goodbye Mr. Holmes."
Watson headed out the door to the cab, which was waiting for him to finish with his business with Holmes. As the cab disappeared from view, Peter asked, "So, what are we supposed to do?"
"We have a mystery to solve."
"Oh, boy," Peter said with glee, "This'll be just like the time I teamed up with MacGyver, only there wont be any explosions or creative devices made from household appliances."
"I'm not familiar with this 'MacGyver' character, but it will be enthralling anyways," Sherlock said, "But first: I'll give you the lowdown on what had happened."
Sherlock told him all of what had happened and what he knew up to this point, but Peter didn't understand any of it.
"Yeah, could I get any of that in English?" Peter asked.
Sherlock sighed and said, "In a nutshell…"
"Now we're talking about nutshells?"
"It's just an expression; it literally means: to put it briefly. Anyway, in a nutshell: someone got murdered and we need to find out how it happened, who did it, and why he or she did it. Did you get all of that Mr. Griffin?"
"Oh yeah, I understand now," Peter said.
"Good, can we get going now?"
"One sec, I got to use the 'lavatory'," Peter said as he ran back inside.
