Sherlock: The Magical Murders

"No."

A pink shirt was thrown from the inside of the bedroom closet.

"No."

A monocle was next to fly out of it.

"Hell, no!"

A deerstalker hat flew out of the closet.

The two detectives were still in the castle bedroom they stayed in. It was close to the afternoon and they were almost ready to get out of Canterlot and get to Ponyville. But a certain gray pony wanted to get some clothes to wear. In fact, he was the one throwing clothes from the closet.

"No."

This time, the clothing, which happened to be a blue shirt, was thrown on John's face. The pegasus quickly shook it off. "Come on Sherlock! Choose something already! You don't have to wear clothing, you know."

A voice came out of the closet, which was as big as a regular bedroom. "Just because I have to look and act like a pony doesn't mean I need to completely look and act like one. Besides, you're wearing clothing!"

This was true. He was wearing a red collared shirt, but not anything else. John's patience was about to run out when he heard a cry from the closet. "I've found it!" A few minutes later, Sherlock walked out wearing a black shirt under a light black trench coat and wearing a grayish-blue scarf. Basically, what he wore usually everyday, but fitted to pony form.

John just stared at him. "Seriously? It took you a half hour to decide to wear that?"

"Hey, only I can rock these clothes."Sherlock headed towards the door. "Well John, we better get a move on." He opened the door to find Celestia infront of it.

"Hello Mr. Holmes. Good morning, Dr. Watson, or good afternoon. I hope you're ready for the trip to Ponyville."

John got up and walked over to the Princess. "Good morning Princess, and yes, we are ready."

"Wonderful. Now, remember that even though your barriers will protect you from magical forces, they won't protect you from physical hits. And don't give my student any trouble while you stay with her."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Wow, Princess, I didn't think you'd have to remind us not to harm the pony you're making us the bodyguards of."

"Mr. Holmes, you are not being a bodyguard, you are merely protecting my student from becoming assassinated and being around her to ensure that." Celestia said, annoyed.

John cleared his throat. "Ahem, um Princess? That's kinda the definition of a bodyguard."

"Told you!" The sociopath said, smirking.

She scowled at him before continuing. "Now, John, how are your wings feeling from flying practice last night?"

"They kind of ache, but I think I've gotten the hang of flying. I'll probably be able to use them without trouble."

All three ponies heard hoof steps from the hall. Twilight Sparkle was walking toward the doorway, mane brushed and ready for the trip, but her demeanor looked anything but pleased. "You two ready yet? If you want to get to Ponyville on time, we better leave now." She looked at the Princess sadly. "Do they have to be around me all the time?"

"My student, remember that this is for your and many other ponies' safety. Now, you better get going. And tell no one of your jobs as detectives."

Sherlock turned to the exit. "All right! You've told us a thousand times. Let's just get to Ponyville already."

Twilight walked down the hall with Sherlock and John with annoyance. "Is he always like this?"

John sighed. "Sadly, yes."

The three were on the train to Ponyville, as it went along the tracks. They passed through the mountain tunnel, getting closer to reaching the home of Twilight Sparkle, who was this close to smacking Sherlock's head hard.

"Sherlock, why do you have to be such a show off?!"

"Because I am a show off, and a good one at that."

"Well, it's really annoying!"

The annoyed yelling of the purple unicorn gained equally annoyed scowls from the other passengers. After saying sorry for the tenth time, Twilight sighed. "Look Sherlock, the point of 20 questions is that you ask 20 questions. You can't get it on the first one all the time."

"Well, I can because I have gotten it with only one question all the time." After seeing Twilight's death glare, he sighed. "Fine, I'll try not to say it."

Twilight glared at him suspiciously before nodding. "Okay. I've chosen what it is."

"Is it smaller than a rabbit?"

"Yes."

"It's the handle on the door behind me."

"AARRGGH!"

Sherlock raised a hoof defensively. "I'm sorry, it was just so obvious!"

Before Twilight could yell some more at him, John, who was just sitting next to Twilight quietly, raised his voice. "Guys? I think we're here." They all looked out the window and saw that they did arrive at Ponyville Station.

After the three got off the train, they walked a bit before arriving at the outskirts of a small town. It looked peaceful and calm, with ponies going around doing their daily routines. Everypony wore a smile on their face as mares, stallions, and foals walked around happily. It looked like hardly anything bad would ever happen here. Twilight smiled.

"Welcome to Ponyville."

Sherlock grimaced. "Oh no."

"'Oh no'? What's wrong?"

"It looks boring."

Before Twilight could angrily respond, loud greetings were heard from a group of ponies ahead of them. It turned out to be five ponies, one pink, one blue, one orange, one white, and  one yellow. The purple unicorn waved to them happily. "Hey guys!"

Then, the pink pony, who turned out to be an earth pony, bounced up to the two detectives. She stuck her head in Sherlock's face.

"Hey there!"