Author's Note:
I know, I know, I dropped off the map for a while! Have you ever had a period of time where your brain just stops? And you had all this inspiration and all these ideas and then suddenly... Nothing. Yeah that's what happened to me. Trust me, it's not an excuse! More of an explanation I guess. So instead of sitting around and slowly rotting my brain with YouTube videos I've decided to do what the almighty internet tells me, and write anyway! If this is awful blame the internet not me...
Day Thirteen: Ice Cream
"Please Sherlock!"
"No."
"Oh don't be so grumpy! Just because you got splashed a little..."
"I got soaked Molly!"
"Well it is called Splash Mountain for a reason... And that wasn't my fault!"
"You made us sit in the front!"
"That doesn't have anything to do with this... Anyway, you're almost dry!"
"The answer is still no."
"I'll pay!"
"...Fine."
"YAY!"
"I don't understand why you wanted that so badly." Sherlock looked down at Molly as they walked down the path.
"Because ice cream is just about the best food ever! Duh... Plus, it's not just ice cream! It's mouse shaped ice cream!" Molly skipped ahead, tugging on Sherlock's hand and pouting when he refused to falter from his slow pace. Admitting defeat she returned to his side and happily bit off a chunk of her chocolate covered ice cream.
"...I don't understand how the shape of the food is connected to your longing for it... Also, you seemed to be acting more childish during this trip than you do back home. I've been documenting it in my place and several times you've exhibit-" Sherlock was cut off by Molly covering his mouth with the hand he'd been holding.
"You can't say that I'm acting childish! You ran as fast as you could to get a picture with Tigger! And of course I'm acting childish, we're in the happiest place on earth!" Sherlock glared down at Molly with a pout and crossed his arms over his chest. He waited before saying anything as Molly skipped over to a trash can to throw away the popsicle stick from her ice cream.
"First, I only wanted to ask that so-called Tigger some questions! You didn't explain anything about it or... Who was I again?"
"Winnie the Pooh"
"Right. And second, I fail to understand how some amusement park in America" He spat out the word like it hurt him to say it. "Is possibly the happiest place in the entire world."
"Because it's not just some amusement park in Florida! It's Disney World!"
"How does tha-"
"Do be quiet Sherlock. I want to go get one of the headbands with mouse ears on them!"
"I'm not wearing one. They're ridiculous."
"Oh you're wearing one."
"But Mollllllllllyyyyyyyyy!"
"No buts!"
Author's Note:
Yes I know that it's short and basically all dialogue! Don't kill me! I'm going to try my hardest to update more often and write longer chapters! I hope you liked it, reviews are appreciated and all that crap... Bye!