Here's where things start to go a little sideways. :)
Dialogue:
Watson: Holmes! Have you gone mad?!
Holmes: Fret not, dear Watson! These are harmless toys...they use compressed air to fire tiny bladders of paint. A friend of mine uses them to mark his sheep. They're his own invention.
Watson: (grouchily) Have I ever mentioned that you have weird friends?
Holmes: (pulling on steampunk goggles) Masks on!
(Scenes of Holmes and Watson sneaking through the brush. You're better at drawing this than I am. Maybe do 2 or 3 full strips of them stalking each other in the woods.)
(Close-up of Watson. The airgun should not actually be visible.)
Watson: (smirking) Ah--! You've finally put your foot wrong! I have you now--!
(Change to Holmes looking surprised, with a tear in the sleeve of his blouse.) BANG!
(Watson staring in shock at Holmes, who is sprawled insensible on the ground)
Watson: HOLMES!!
Doc.
FrankHarr
2023-01-09 01:43:10 +0000 UTC