Holmes and Watson walked up the stairs to the sitting room. They had just been on a case and they were tired, but pleased, from that day's work. As Holmes opened the sitting room door, a pillow flew into his face.
"What on earth?" Holmes said. The room looked like a tornado had passed through. The cushions on the couth were thrown everywhere, the table was crooked and the plates were upended. Papers were on everything and the dog was trying to get his bed upright. In the middle of the room was Nice still destroying everything.
"No, oh no, they're gone!" She wailed as she dropped to the floor and started to look under the couth.
"What's gone, and what have you done to the room?" Watson said as he walked in.
"STOP, DON'T MOVE!" Nice shouted making the two men jump.
"What on earth do you mean?" Holmes said angrily.
"My glasses are missing, and you might step on them."
"What, I didn't know you had, *crack*, uh oh." Holmes said.
"HOLMES, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"
I'm getting my new glasses soon. :)