They were investigating a terrorist plot against…something. I don’t know. Not important.
Bilbo was in his bedroom and heard gunshots. He raced to the window and peeked out the blinds with his little Hobbit face and saw someone in a car throw a grenade towards the farmhouse.
He ran to Sherlock, who was on his laptop in the kitchen and grabbed Sherlock, getting them both out the backdoor and into the pasture behind the house, running and running on his Hobbit feet until the house exploded in a huge fireball, destroying everything but the laptop Sherlock insisted on taking.
Sherlock drove a pickup truck…for this was a working farm and that’s how farmers roll. They hopped into the truck and drove to safety…which was a gathering of elves and Hobbits and shit. They all joined in to help Sherlock and Bilbo find the man who bombed their house.
And they set off on an adventure
I had a hot toddy…or three…before bed last night because I had a sore throat. Maybe that had something to do with it.
I debated with myself on whether to post this… but then I thought, fuck it.
I’ve won a BAFTA.Credit to the wonderful valeria2067 btw!
From “The Last Laugh” (2007)
I love his “left-handed” It is cute, isn’t it?
He claims he is only sort of left handed, but I have never seen him do anything righty, so, in the name of left handedness, I am claiming him for our side.
