Dear Nincompoop: The Journal Of Sherlock.

[Forever Insane]

(this is great! I'm scared of button eyed dogs too...)

[bubiza]

Dear Nincompoop,
I am writing this now by holding onto the pen in my mouth. Being dognapped officially sucks, especially when the "evil" guys are hopeless. After Bowie appeared, he coughed for a bit.
"So... Ha! Ha... What comes next on the script?" he asked Dia. "I'm sure I was meant to come down through the roof. And you said there were loads of talented people in this room who I could sign."
"And I needed to give a speech." Rozi said. "Look, I have my script here."
"I know my lines! Say goodbye, you daft doggies! Hehehehehe!" Roscoe yelled, and started laughing. Dia facepalmed, and turned to us.
"Wait... There's a script?" Angie asked. "So, what exactly is going on?"
"Do not ask that! It mucks up the lines!" Roscoe snapped. "You should ask that in the next scene."
"Yes, I gave my henchdogs a script." Dia sighed. "Well, Bowie doesn't work for me, but he was the only way I could get him to come, by saying there were a bunch of talented kids in here."
Seriously, Nincompoop, I could do a much better job if I was to dognap somebody. They should have rehearsed with dolls, or even better, left us alone.

Roscoe and Rozi were left with us to make sure we didn't escape. They did nothing except play Sunny the Sunflower and Elefun. We weren't even allowed to stand up, and the rope was too tight for us to attempt to undo. Dia came in at one point with Bowie, and pushed him to a chair.
"How dare you try and call the papers?" she hissed.
"I thought we could have a media coverage... 'Wolfhound and Coldplay kidnapped in Argentinian warehouse" and get interviews." Bowie replied.
"Shut up, you useless piece of junk." Dia tied up Bowie and walked out again.
You know when I said before about cockroaches before, Nincompoop? Well, I felt like one right then. Bowie was yakking to himself about record deals and tours and singles and money and fame and I wanted to punch him.
Except you can't when you're tied up. Although, when you're tied up, it gives you time to think and clear your mind. And it helps you think of a plan. And I got one.
"Roscoe... How is Buttercup doing?" I asked in some sweetly patronizing voice.
"Who's Buttercup?" Rozi asked.
"Oh, just his rabbit who he keeps in that box over there. You know, Roscoe, I really think you should give the rabbit back to that girl you took it off."
"Roscoe stole a bunny?" Rozi began crying her eyes out. Roscoe opened his mouth, and closed it again.
Bingo. I'd hit the right note.
"Yes. I could tell since he keeps glancing over there at the boxes. The straw that he places inside them each day is only suitable for rabbits or guinea pigs, but since he keeps twitching his nose, and the hairs on his outfit, I'd go for a rabbit. And the anxious expression on his face, along with the fact he keeps mouthing "Buttercup" must mean he's trying to talk to it. And what about the girl, you ask? When we walked down past this road before I noticed a girl with a rabbit. When we were looking for Diesel, the same girl was handing out posters, so he must have taken it whilst Diesel was kidnapped by Dia." Then, for some reason, Roscoe started crying as well.
"But I like rabbits!" he cried. "I'm so sorry! I don't know what to do!"
"Look, if you untie me, I'll help you bring Buttercup back." I said, smiling.
"Um... OK then." He began to untie me, but then Dia walked in.
"You idiot." she snapped. "Right, I'm increasing security. Especially since you have a new fellow prisoner." She walked back out, and then came back in with a crying girl.
It was Candy.
"Now, we're only just beginning." she laughed.
Yeah, later Nincompoop. My mouth hurts.
Sherlock.

[honeybug]

Rozi would so cry over a rabbit.

Nice job, as always, and thoroughly entertaining. ^^

[bubiza]

Rozi would so cry over a rabbit.

Nice job, as always, and thoroughly entertaining. ^^

Thank you. ^.^
More is coming.

[olivionary]

I love this; hrm. Does this have a fan club? Cuz Imma make an official one; yeh.

[bubiza]

I love this; hrm. Does this have a fan club? Cuz Imma make an official one; yeh.

Not that I know of.
Ohmigoh ohmigosh you think it needs a fan club? *explodes*
WHAT AN HONOR!

[bubiza]

Dear Nincompoop,
We are still in this stupid warehouse in Argentina. It turned out to be a disused fish warehouse, because Roscoe opened one of the crates and found decomposing cod.
Why didn't they clean the place out before? Because now Dia's making us all eat the fish to Save Money. Saving money sucks. You have to get all the cheap versions of llama milk and beans and soup to save a grand total of £12.64 a year, so Mum can spend it on whatever. She says it's money going towards a family holiday. I have no idea where £12.64 could get five of us accommodation, flights, food and leisure activities. But to be honest, I have more things to worry about right now.
Such as trying to escape from a disused, stinking fish factory in Argentina and to find my brother and his stuck-up girlfriend. Why couldn't Mum wait for him to return, rather than send us out here?
Because everybody loves Mycroft, since he's so perfect and amazing, blah blah blah.

Dia's still being evil, and her "henchdogs" aren't doing much either. Bowie is now asking Candy, who is so-emotionally-upset-every-time-somebody-walks-in-the-room-she-bursts-into-tears stage, whether she knows any talented singers. Dia seriously should have gagged him, or even better, hung him from the ceiling. Preferably a ceiling on some building on the Sun.
Or she should have done both. Then maybe I'd like her, although she's dognapped us all. I have no idea why she did in the first place. Sometimes, when I listen carefully, I can hear somebody talking to her.
Why did you dognap them? What did they do to you? they ask. I think it's a guy, but I'm not sure.
Because I did. I thought you hated them. She replies.
Well, not really. You know what it's like. But you don't need to do this. You've lied, and dognapped me, and them.
Playing by the rules doesn't get you anywhere.
I can't believe I trusted you...
Well I can.
They have this conversation quite often, and it's pretty tedious. I don't really have any idea who the guy is dognapped. Maybe Bowie's dad, or it could be Coldplay.
If it's Coldplay, then I'll beat her up. Nobody touches Coldplay. Ever. They've saved our lives, and I need to repay them.

You know, Nincompoop, being dognapped is the most boring thing ever. Nothing happens. You just sit around, breathing in the aroma of moldy fish, and do nothing. And because Dia's tied us up with electrical cables, if we tried to break them we'd just get frazzled. And resemble Twiglets. Twiglets are disgusting. Why am I even talking about recreational snacks if I'm in a matter of life and death. Huh? HUH?
Panicpanicpanicpanicpanicpanicpanicpanicpanicpanicpanic
Calm your thoughts, Sherlock. Write happy things. And use the colors on your pen which has over 20 combinations which you brought aged six.
Ten green bottles, sitting on the wall. Always look on the bright side of life, dun dun dun whatever comes next. What if the world became a rainbow? Would we get to slide down it into the pot of gold? Ahh, look at the little kitty. How sweet, how cute, how pretty. Pebble is a funny word. Pebble. Pebble. Pebble. And so is kite. Kite. Pebble. Kite. Kite. Kite. I admit that I, Sherlock, am a full fledged brony, although I am an intellect. My name is Sherlock. I am sixteen years old and live with my parents, and my brothers Watson and Mycroft. My best friends are Angie and Diesel from school. I have no love interests, since I'm not into that kind of thing, and I never had and never will. Watson is also one of my friends, and I can't stand Mycroft, since he's a stupid, stuck-up attention seeker. I have a record deal, and I am part of Wolfhound, although I hate it and I want to be normal. What if I could fly, and be like a bird?
I LIKE TURTLES I LIKE TURTLES I LIKE TURTLES I LIKE TURTLES I LIKE TURTLES.

I'm going mad, Nincompoop. Ever since you were around. I'm talking to myself, taking you everywhere, writing random junk and being stupid.
I don't think I can cope anymore.
Sherlock.

[xxazul63xx]

LOL I LAUGHED SO HARD AT THE RANDOMNESS PART.
Dear Sherlock,
I LIKE TURTLES TOO!

[honeybug]

The randomness part just made my day a whole lot better. c:

Nice entry/chapter/doodamahickie!

[bubiza]

LOL I LAUGHED SO HARD AT THE RANDOMNESS PART.
Dear Sherlock,
I LIKE TURTLES TOO!

Turtles are amazing. U.U

The randomness part just made my day a whole lot better. c:

Nice entry/chapter/doodamahickie!

I'm glad I made your day 20% cooler.

New entry coming after dinner/homework/me finishing drawing Miles and Sonnet and Bubiza, three of my RPing charries for my English.