A CHRISTMAS SCENE Q TOBY IN THE PANTRY

WATSON: I say, Holmes.

HOLMES: Yes, Watson?

WATSON: You haven't, have you?

HOLMES: Not yet, but I was thinking about it.

WATSON: Shall we?

HOLMES: Well, I don't see why not.

WATSON: One, two, three...

(RIPPING SOUND)

WATSON: Toby, you filthy mutt!

HOLMES: Abominable hound!

WATSON: Whiffy woofer!

HOLMES: No more beans for you, my lad.

WATSON: Hudders, take him away.

HOLMES: Lock him in the pantry and throw away the key.

WATSON: Serves him right.

HOLMES: Quite.

WATSON: I say, Holmes.

HOLMES: Yes, Watson?

WATSON: I can feel another one coming on.

HOLMES: Me too.

WATSON: But now there's no Toby to take the flak.

HOLMES: Indeed.

WATSON: What to do what what what.

HOLMES: Open the window quick and get the bellows ready.

WATSON: Top hole!

HOLMES: Quick, I said!

(WINDOW IS FLUNG OPEN, FOLLOWED BY LOUD RIP)

HOLMES & WATSON: Ahhhh...

WATSON: Merry Christmas, Holmes!

HOLMES: Merry Christmas, Watson!

WATSON: Ablutions at eleven.

HOLMES: Not half!