Dear Nincompoop: The Journal Of Sherlock.

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Fanclub <3

[bubiza]

Heya!
More shall be coming soon...
When I finally manage to complete school, yadayadayada.
And also get onto a computer. U.U

[Nonexsitent]

I love this, I got the link throught TIJNAD and I just have to say AMAZING journal.
I'm an officail stalker ^.^
I LOVE NARWHALS!

[bubiza]

Dear Nincompoop,
In the middle of the night or something, I must have been asleep, because I felt somebody poking me.
"Wake up, Sherlock."
I opened my eyes and saw it was Mycroft. He was loosening the rope around me.
"What are you doing here? Mum sent me out to find you and I got dognapped." I snapped.
"Shut up! I was dognapped too, and we need to go."
"Really? We need to go? I never noticed!" I said sarcastically.
"Get the others. And fast."
I whizzed around, loosening the cables with Mycroft, and waking up Angie and Diesel and Watson and Candy. I couldn't be bothered to help Bowie, since he annoys everybody and is also an idiot.

Soon we were all awake, standing around awkwardly.
"What do we do now?" Candy asked, shivering.
"We escape." Mycroft said. "C'mon."
"Wow, you're so clever! We escape from a mad tyrant and her henchdogs who couldn't boil an egg if they tried and also some idiotic record manager who keeps stalking us in the hope he can work out what to do for our debut album!"
Mycroft didn't understand, since he hadn't known about the entire record deal thing, but once I explained, he did.
"He sounds like a control freak. And since when did you have any talent?" he asked dryly.
"You can talk." I replied.
Ah. Brotherly Love. I think not.
We tried to find the door, which was hard, since we were in a pitch-black room that stank of fish. But after what seemed like forever, we did. It led onto the streets of Argentina, and we stood around, not knowing what to do next.
"Do we call the police?" Watson asked. "Although they don't speak English."
"I can speak Spanish, so that might be helpful." Mycroft said. "Let's find a phone box or something."

We walked around, trying to find a phone. Me and Candy walked side by side, and Angie and Diesel were in front. I'm not sure whether it was my eyes or the darkness or not, but I think they were holding paws.
I must have been imagining it.
Candy grabbed onto my arm, talking about something, and thanking me and how she was so happy that we were safe, blah blah blah. She is pretty annoying, but not as much as Bowie. I have to say I felt bad about leaving him there, but it's not my fault he's so annoying.
"Can you let go of my arm?" I asked Candy. It was like she was a toddler.
"Sorry, Sherlock." she sniffed, and then rested her head on my shoulder.
DO I LOOK LIKE A PILLOW?
Wait, don't answer that one Nincompoop. Because I don't trust you.
After a bit, we stopped off in some cafe and had coffee. It tasted like something out of a machine. I expected Amazonian coffee, bearing in mind the Amazon isn't that far away. But what if coffee is a scam? How would I live then?
WHAT IF COFFEE ISN'T FROM THE AMAZON, BUT FROM SOME DUDE'S FIELDS IN THE UK?
Thinking about it, it probably is.
Once we finished our machine coffee, we went back onto the streets again. It was lighter now, but still empty. Somebody must have been having a road rage, because there was this engine revving.
And then I heard somebody yell, "There they are! GET THEM!"
It was Dia. And Roscoe. And Rozi.
And Bowie, although he was gagged and still asleep.
And there was only one thought on my mind.
RUN.
From,
A running Sherlock.

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Oh yay! I've been waiting for this all day.

OMGTHEYGOTOUTOFMYWAREHOUSEANDWDFMYCROFTNEVERTOLDMEHEKNEWSPANISH. THISISANOUTRAGE.

[bubiza]

Oh yay! I've been waiting for this all day.

OMGTHEYGOTOUTOFMYWAREHOUSEANDWDFMYCROFTNEVERTOLDMEHEKNEWSPANISH. THISISANOUTRAGE.

Thank you!
And congratulations on being the 400th visitor. U.U
I'm pretty sure 399 of them were me as I was writing new things, editing etc.

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How could they; you've had comments and have a stalker... X3

[bubiza]

How could they; you've had comments and have a stalker... X3

Correction: 398. XD
Wait, if I have 4 stalkers...
396.
But that won't work...
Anyway, most of the views must have been mine.

[Nonexsitent]

Love it more please!
I iz a stalker

[bubiza]

Dear Nincompoop,
We ran. And ran and ran and ran.
I suppose you've never been chased by some maniac in a car through the streets of Argentina, Nincompoop, so I don't expect you to give me any sympathy.
Candy is rubbish at running, and was jogging, pretty much. Angie was sprinting down the road, and had to stop and wait for her.
"Take your time. Don't worry about the dodgy dognappers and the button-eyed dog." she muttered, as we caught up with her, Candy trailing behind, puffing and panting.
"Can... we.. stop?" she wheezed.
"In the current circumstances... no." I replied, running down an alleyway. As I ran, I had a really weird thought.
At the end of BBC programs, they always say that if you're affected by any of the issues in the programs to call this helpline.
What do they actually do? Help you, or steal your problems to make the programs better?
I think it's the latter one. I'm sure they'd love to use my problem. Just think of the money they'd get. And I bet you I wouldn't get credit for it.
I'd like to see the CEO of the BBC in my shoes. Humph.

Finally, we reached a police station, and ran in. But for some reason, there was a queue. A queue going out of the station and halfway down the road. Everybody wanted to report missing cats or whatever.
I REFUSE TO QUEUE WHIST BEING HUNTED DOWN BY A MAD DOG.
The Mycroft had an idea. It was a alright...
*cough*OK,itwasbrilliantbuthe'smybrother*cough*
"Sherlock, Watson. All of you, in fact. Beat me up."
I was happy to cooperate. Soon he was black and blue from my fists of fury. I should be a boxer, and preform falcon punches and all the rest of it.
"Not that much." he sighed, and picked up his penknife and stuffed it under his arm. He stumbled inside, gasping and over-acting and screaming in Spanish. All of a sudden, these police officers came rushing over and took us into a special room. They had this chat, and then the police officers called loads of people.
"What's going on?" Watson asked.
"Oh, I told them I was attacked by these people who wanted to dognap us and we escaped and they want to dognap us again and now they're calling for an ambulance and more police officers and the British Embassy."
Wow. I didn't know it was that serious.

All these people came, along with the media, demanding interviews. Then the British Embassy arrived in these posh cars and looked at us. Then they saw Mycroft.
"What brings you here?" they asked.
Mycroft explained everything. It turned out that Penelope was actually Dia in disguise. She wanted to attack the government, after her brother was falsely arrested. She managed to find Mycroft, trick him into falling in love with her. She stayed over to gather more info, and met us. She employed Bowie to gain our trust (which failed) and we never actually had a record deal. The real Bowie, who isn't actually annoying, was on a world cruise. The two look exactly the same. She then went to Argentina to dognap Mycroft and hold him at ransom, but it turned out that us four ruined her plans. When she saw Diesel, she knew where we were and held us hostage, but that didn't seem to work, so she got Candy.
Everybody was like, "Oh my gosh, how could this have happened?" and then the ambulance helicopter thing came to take us to hospital. A British hospital.
I think that's a waste of money, but apparently, the fish could have been toxic and I could be poisoned.
ARGH.
So... I've had this anesthetic to knock me out for the flight...
Urgh... I need... to sleep..
Sherlock...