John
John knocked on the door. No answer. He sighed. Why? John grabbed ahold of the door knob hoping that Sherlock was in a decent state.
"SURPRISE!"
The noise resounded throughout the previously silent room. There stood Sherlock in the middle of the room in his bath robe and pajamas. All around him were streamers. They were thrown haphazardly on the kitchen table, on the floor, and on the chairs. Upon closer inspection, John saw that on the floor in front of the couch, Sherlock had placed his experiments: a molding piece of bread, a rotting cockroach, and a piece of cloth soaking in a beaker of liquid. As John opened his mouth to ask the meaning of this mess, a beeping noise went off causing Sherlock to run to the kitchen. Sherlock pulled a cake out of the oven and placed it on the kitchen table. It looked like a cake that came out of Mrs. Hudson's kitchen. John was proud of his friend, but sorely confused. It was no special occasion and it certainly was not his birthday.
"Sherlock, what is going on?"
"Happy birthday, John! I know that
you favor sweets."
"But it's not my birthday. My birthday was two months ago."
"I know that is why this classified as a 'surprise' party." Sherlock smiled a devilish smile.