Holmes stories in six words
Bad stepdad nailed bed, trained snake
Treasure lost. Wife gained. Holmes sad.
They hired her for her hair.
Holmes dying. Watson crying. Holmes lying.
Binder full of women. Acidic response.
Six Napoleons? Oh, there it is.
Framed the nanny with a rock.
There’s always a catch, Dr Trevelyan.
The king’s a dick. She’s smarter.
Marry a Lord. Already married? Whoops.
Copy out this encyclopedia, ginger nut.
Egad! Her fiancé’s her disguised stepdad!
Secret daughter welcomed into woke family.
Seriously, who spins a whole carpet?
That burglary was fishy. Oranges everywhere!
Australians are all escaped murderers, probably.
Murder plus lion equals karma, sadly.
Watson, go tromp around the moors.
Idiot stalker fails at addressing mail.
“David” was a reference, you heathen.
Dog didn’t bark; horse needed washing.
Don’t accuse your son on circumstance.
Waterfalls make the best body dumps.
Surprise! Not dead. Are you ok?
My eyes’re dim, I cannot flee.
Golden Boy was the cheat, obviously.
He’s not homeless, he begs recreationally!
Harpooning pigs brings sailors to justice.
She’s foreign, not a bloody vampire.
Apparently dying wives trump rugby matches.
Poison is not a toy, Holmes!
It’s English, just drawn in hieroglyphics.
Blackmailer meets nothing left to lose.
Tracking is all about the tracks.
It was never about the sundial.
Telling geese apart is really hard.
She was under the old lady.
He’s fine, it’s ichthyosis. Stand down.
Act your age, professor. You’re creepy.
A lovely swim interrupted. Jellyfish dunnit!
Fuller’s earth my arse, Nine Fingers.
Everyone wants to marry Miss Smith.
Maybe don’t take the iffy job.
Shoot Watson? I KILL YOU, MOTHERFUCKER.