Spurlock Holmes Chapter 3

Thoroughly frustrated, Vincent eases towards the exit, stage left. Mr. Holmes smiles, then takes a seat back in his chair, where he reaches over the side to grip the handle of the recliner. Vincent looks back from the doorway as he exits and bids the man farewell. "I'm sorry, Mr. Holmes, but I no longer need your help. Thank you for your time." Mr. Holmes' smirk widens, and he just nods his head. As Vincent passes the edge of the building, he hears a loud BOOM sound come from the building he had just left. Alarmed, he runs back to see what was the matter. "MR. HOLMES! Are you alright? I heard a..." he stops to observe the reclining chair, which looked less like a recliner than a large, springloaded catapult of sorts. Seated in the chair with his head being forced into the ceiling by an enormous spring was none other than Mr. Holmes, whose cranium was planted about a foot away from an open skylight window. Vincent rushes outside once again and yells to Mr. Holmes' head, "ARE YOU OKAY? DO YOU NEED HELP?" The detective smiles again, rolling his eyes, "Please, I'M the one who's going to help YOU!" He struggles to remove his head, but tries not to show any sign of despair to his client. After a few tries, Holmes calmly says, "Well, if you want to do something, it would be nice if you could pull the handle of the recliner down." Vincent runs back inside, pulls the recliner down, but notices the chair is empty. Yes, the great Mr. Holmes' head was planted so far into the ceiling that it had taken root. "ACK! Sherlock, hold on, I'll try and pull you down!" Holmes yells back to him, "My name is NOT Sher..." before being yanked out, landed on the floor in front of Vincent, in a pile of rubble. "Are you okay now, Sherlock?" The rubble is immediately shoved away by the detective as he jumps to his feet, covered in white dust. "I am not Sherlock Holmes," he exclaims. "I am the SUPER..." he flexes his nonexistent muscles, "...SUSPENSEFUL..." he jumps in the air, placing his palms on his cheeks with a look of horror on his face. Vincent adds, "yet SOMEWHAT STRANGE..." Holmes gives him a quizzical stare. "The awe-inspiring...Grand Detective SPURLOCK HOLMES!" Vincent gazes at Spurlock for only a few moments before bursting out in laughter. Spurlock is not fazed, and he holds his prideful pose. Once able to breathe again, Vincent says, "Wow, I haven't laughed so hard since I was a young boy..." he looks surprised. "In fact, for a moment there, I had forgotten all about my problem. I feel a lot better now!" He glances at Spurlock, "Thank you, sir! I hadn't realized your plan all along...you truly are a great detective!" Though bewildered, Spurlock replies, "Did you think I was lying about my immeasurable ingenuity? Who needs the one you call 'Sherlock' when the grand SPURLOCK is on the case?" Vincent grins, "Alright, allow me to tell you my problem..."