The Tardis had crash-landed for the second time that day, at least this time there were no space worms.

"Where are we?" Sherlock asked, rubbing his head as he picked himself up from the floor.

"How should I know you dolt, I've been in the exact same room as you for the past thirty minutes!" Moriarty snapped.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, Moriarty was starting to get on his nerves; he wasn't used to not having the upper- hand. Sherlock dusted his long coat off before walking towards the Tardis's doors. In one fluid motion, he made to leave but stumbled when he found that the door wouldn't open. "What the-" Sherlock tired again, but it wouldn't budge. "I think it's," he forced himself up against the door, "stuck..."

"Move over, you hopeless fudgesicle!" Moriarty pushed Sherlock roughly out of the way and began pushing and pulling on the door feverishly.

"Don't pop a blood vessel, you Irish git!" Sherlock heckled, slightly amused at how much effort Moriarty was putting in.

"It's stuck." Moriarty announced, ignoring Sherlock's previous comment.

"Well I could have told you THAT." Sherlock huffed.

Jim Moriarty ignored him again, and strolled past him back towards the console. He looked down appraisingly at the controls and rolled up his sleeves. "Well, I suppose it happens sometimes that the Tardis lands up against an immovable object..." He said, taking more to himself than anyone else. "Now all we have to do is fly somewhere else - we're off course anyways... Let's see here," Moriarty flipped some switches and Smashmouth started playing faintly in the background again. Everything was humming to life when suddenly there was a loud Windows Error, sound. "WHAT??" Moriarty shrieked, staring at one of the displays.

Sherlock, who had been busily attending to his hair in the reflection of a metal pole, looked up and rolled his eyes as if he'd been expecting this to happen. "What is it THIS time?"

Moriarty slowly raised his head, a horrified expression on his face. "What's the name of that pink dragon on Shrek?"

Sherlock tilted his head, like a confused puppy.

"You know! The one married the fucking donkey?!" He started to hop up and down frantically.

"How the hell am I supposed to know?? What the fuck do you need to know that for?"

"You're Sherlock! You know everything!!"

"Oh yes, and just because I'm a master of deduction - that MUST mean that I know about the most prominent children's cartoons of the 00's!" Sherlock snarled.

"Well, yeah!" Moriarty faltered.

The master of deduction just rolled his eyes.

"Look, I need to know, otherwise we can't fly out of here! Or anywhere for that matter!" Moriarty flopped down on the ground, like a put-out toddler.

This caught Sherlock's interest, his ears visibly perked. "Wait, what?"

"Mr. Drunk-off-his-ass Iron Man, changed the commands! So we can't fly unless I type in the correct name of that stupid fucking dragon!"

"Oh," Sherlock paused, deep in thought. "Maybe if we go outside there will be someone who can help us."

Jim snorted. "Good luck getting the door open!"

Abruptly, Sherlock remembered something. "Hey, where's that bag that PewDiePie gave us? Maybe we can ask him for help!"

Moriarty grunted, seemingly not pleased with the idea, he pointed towards one of the huge statues of Shrek in the background. In one of Shrek's hands was an onion, and in the other, the backpack was hanging. Quickly, Sherlock seized the bag and rifled through it before producing the diamond-play button. He pressed the triangle shaped indentation and the silver object began to glow, Sherlock placed it face-up on the floor, and a hologram appeared.

"How's-a-goin' bros?" The PewDiePie Projection asked.

"Bad. We're trapped in the Tardis."

"Hmm," he answered, placing his holographic hand on his holographic chin. "That is bad."

Sherlock shifted his weight nervously, maybe PewDiePie didn't know how to help.

"WELL!" Pewds suddenly yelled. Moriarty, who had fallen asleep on the floor, awoke with a start at the noise.
"I know just what to do!"

Sherlock waited a moment, expecting that PewDiePie would tell him, but the Swede said nothing. He glanced around, "Well?"

"To get out of a room, you generally have to open the door," Pewds pointed out.

On the floor, Moriarty groaned in annoyance. "THIS IS THE MOST BORING CHAPTER EVER!"

Sherlock glared at both of them. "In fact, I have already tried to open the door and by all appearances, it seems to be stuck."

"What about other appearances?" Pewds asked, intrigued.

Sherlock slapped his palm to his forehead with an audible sound. "ITS STUCK OK!! TELL US HOW TO OPEN IT!!!"

"The door handle?" PewDiePie suggested.

"AGRRRGGGGG!" Sherlock shrieked, and shut off the hologram. He stuffed the play-button angrily back into the bag.

As luck would have it, at that very moment, Sherlock heard voices outside. There were two of them having a very heated argument. Both Moriarty and Sherlock rushed to the door to listen, hardly daring to hope.

"I'm telling you," the first voice said angrily, "soup is not a beverage!"

"Why not then?" the second voice said, upity and incredulous.

"Because! It is served as a meal, and meals are FOOD, therefore soup is a FOOD not A BEVERAGE, because you DRINK beverages."

Sherlock nodded along appreciatively, this made sense.

"Okay but breakfast is a meal, and some people have smoothies for breakfast, and smoothies are considered a beverage! They're just the same as puréed soups!" Voice Two, countered.

This seemed to stump Voice One for a moment. "Soup is served HOT, whereas smoothies are not."

"So what?! You could eat a smoothie hot - no one's gonna stop you!"

"And you could eat soup cold, but that still wouldn't make it a beverage." Voice One sounded sure that it had won the fight.

For a moment, there was silence until there was sudden angry shouting. "SOUP IS A BEVERAGE YOU SOD-OFF LITTLE RUNT!!!"

"DON'T BRING MY HEIGHT INTO THIS YOU CHUBBY COON!!"

The voices continued to rise and Sherlock decided that the conversation had gone on long enough. "HEY!" He shouted.

"LET US OUT!" Moriarty screamed as well, following suit.

They both continued to yell until there was a terrible grinding noise and one of the Tardis's blue doors sprung open,
the bright daylight outside revealed their rescuers.

Sherlock gasped. "JOHN!!!!!"

a/n: 😏😏😏😏😏😏😏 is it really John at the door?????? Are the gays re-united after 4 short chapters????
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