"No, no, no!" Sherlock cried, throwing papers and other objects around the living room.
"What are you doing?" John asked without looking up at the genius.
"Looking for something. I'm not entirely sure about a date and I need to know." He threw a whole stack of papers and they danced around John in a snowstorm of black and white. "Where did I put it?!" He roared in frustration.
"Sherlock, you have three bookshelves of reference textbooks." John pointed to the wall on the other side of the room. "You haven't even looked there!"
"It won't be in those. It's too important of a date." Sherlock was now taking apart the bottom of the coffee table.
"If it's an important date, it'll be in a reference textbook. What date are you even looking-"
"Found it!" Sherlock cried, putting the coffee table back together and crawling out with a little black book.
But before he could open it, John snatched it from his hands. Inside was a list of several dates and facts. 'John's birthday', 'Our anniversary', 'John's favorite tea', etc. "Sherlock, why do you have all these written down? And what were you looking for?"
"I want to take you somewhere for your birthday." He blushed. "That's why it wasn't in the reference section. Somethings are too important for ordinary books."