Sherlock Herms Master Detective – Conclusion

Previously on Sherlock Herms: The Making of a Master Detective-Part 9

“What’s the Chewy.com box for?” I asked Dori.

“Wemember when I asked if yoo knew where babies come from? Yoo said storks. But I knew better. Yes, storks are involved, but they deliver babies that come from Chewy.com.”

“But what does a Chewy box have to do with getting me home?”

Dori assembled the cardboard into it’s box shape. “Simple, Hwermie. Yoo get into the box, and I bwing yoo home.”

“But Mosey moves away when I approach him.”

Dori gestured to the box. “Get in.”

I tried to hop inside, but the damp, soggy English weather had seeped into my old bones and I struggled. Finally Dori tipped the box on its side, I walked in, and she flipped the lid closed. I heard her ask Mrs. Gray for help. I felt the box leave the floor, but then I was jiggled around as Mrs. Gray chased after Mosey.

She finally placed the box on the floor and I rolled out. “It’s not going to work, Dori.”

Instead of tears I saw determination on my little sisfur’s pretty face. “It’s going to work, Hwermie. I’m gonna get yoo home. Or I’m staying here with yoo. Yoor my brofur and bestest furend. I’m never gonna leave yoo.”

And now…

The Conclusion.

At the time her words gave me hope. An hour later they resounded through my hot brain like a vicious threat.

Attempt #2

“Hide inside the box,” Dori directed. “Act distwacted. Look the other way. Whistle for Mosey to appwoch yoo.”

Mosey tripped all over himself trying to race from the room.

Note to self: Learn to whistle.

Attempt #3

“Get on the chair,” Dori told me. “Then jump into the box.”

To preserve my dignity, I refused to give purrrmission to publish the photo of me sprawled on my floofy ass.

“I’m never gonna leave yoo.” An hour later Dori's words resounded through my hot brain like a vicious threat. Click To Tweet

Attempt #4

“Slide down the wope into the Chewy box,” Dori told me.

Even Fergus had his doubts this would work, and he was right.

Attempt #5

“Don’t get discouwaged, Hwermie! This next idea is sure to work.”

As you can see…it did not.

Attempt #6

After Dori insisted we load the Chewy box with heavy rocks to stop Mosey from moving…it worked!

Except for one minor flaw…

Attempt #7

“Cwouch down inside the box,” Dori told me. “Pwetend yoo awen’t there.”

Ohhh-kay!

She then crawled on top of my shoulders. “Look Mosey! It’s me, Dori! *wavy paws* Hwermie is not inside the box. Yoo can come closer so we can put the box inside yoo!”

Isn’t she precious?

Attempt #8

I deserve each an every ache, pain and bruise for going through with her Catapult idea.

Please bow your heads in memory of my dignity.

Attempt #9

“I pwomise this is going to work,” Dori told me. Her eyes were wide with a hint of manic determination, and her voice carried a note of hysteria. “All we have to do is shoot yoo from a canon into the box, and then jump on the box and shut it before Mosey can move.”

“We don’t have a canon,” I pointed out.

“Actually,” Fergus spoke up. “I do.”

Three hours later I awoke in Fergus’s bed in front of a cozy fire. The aroma of roast turkey filled the air. I followed the scent to the kitchen to see Dori, Fergus and Mrs. Gray in deep discussion. They quickly filled a plate for me and let me in on Dori’s next hare-brained scheme to get me home.

“There’s a steamer ship leaving for Ameowica in the morning, and yoor gonna be on it.”

A steamer ship! Wow!

I envisoned myself aboard a luxury liner. Not First Class, of course. That was reserved for celebrities like the Unsinkable Molly Brown and Rose DeWitt Bukater. Probably second class. Might even have to share a room with a stranger. But that was okay. I get along with everyone!

I would socialize with those poor saps on the third class level. Maybe even steerage. I’d sneak them some spring lamb with mint sauce and grilled ox kidneys with bacon cuz their menu would consist of gruel, cabinet biscuits and cheese.

At night under the cloak of darkness I’d slick back my floofy tail and head up to First Class deck where I’d stay in the shadows while watching the passengers parade arm in arm, chatting about how rich they were.

Maybe… Maybe I’d catch the eye of a beautiful rich girl trying to escape her boorish boyfriend and we would fall in love. She would love me because I’m handsome and have a healthy social media following…although I’d probably have to explain social media to her. And she’d get all swoony over me being so smart ‘n stuff.

Mrs. Gray snapped her fingers in front of my face, bringing me back to the present. Well, I was stuck in 1894, so the present of the year I was physically in.

She said, “We could only scrape together a few pounds so you will be traveling in the cargo hold.”

“Inside the Chewy box,” Fergus added.

Ah yes. The Chewy.com box. Then a thought occurred to me. “Dori, we are in 1894. A steamer ship isn’t magical like Mosey. If you ship me to Ameowica, I will arrive…still in 1894.”

“Actually,” said Fergus, “you will arrive in 1895. It’s December 8th. We couldn’t afford to ship you on one of them fancy new super steamers that arrive in nine days. Sorry. You won’t arrive until January.”

“Possibly February,” Mrs. Gray added.

“January? February!” My heart somersaulted. “I’ll be inside the Chewy box for weeks? I’ll starve. And I’ll miss Christmas!”

“No worries,” said Mrs. Gray. “I’ve fixed you a splendid turkey with all the trimmings. That should tide you over if you don’t make a piggy of yourself. And I’ve made you a scarf to keep you warm. Consider it a Christmas present.”

“Did yoo make me one too?” my little sisfur wondered, eying the pink scarf with envy.

“Dori! I’m not getting into that box and letting you ship me to Ameowica 1895.” My heart ached with sadness. “I’m stuck here. I’ll never get home. I’ll never see Mom again. I’ll never help her write another novel. Without me as her mews, she will dry up creatively and have to go get a real job. She’s been out of the workplace for too many years. She’s only qualified to say ‘Welcome to Meijers,’ or ‘Do you want fries with your burger?’ So sad!”

“Hwermie! Listen to me. I know what I’m doing.”

“I’ll never solve another purranormal mystery,” I lamented. “Not that I actually solved anything cuz I suck at detecting. But I had that cool office in the attic. Dad will probably chop up my desk for firewood and Mom will toss my Bakelite telephone and snake-necked lamp into the Recycle bin…”

“Hwermie! Yoo have nuffin’ to fear. I’m gonna get yoo home.”

“You can live with us,” said Fergus. “My master will be thrilled to meet you. You can’t be his writer’s muse, of course. That’s my job. But…” He looked at Mrs. Gray who said, “You can help me in the kitchen. You can be my cooking muse.”

They were trying hard to make me feel better, but my heart wasn’t in it. For all intents and purrposes…I was homeless.

Dori got in my face, took my whiskers in her paws and glared at me. “Yoo snap outta it, Mister! No feeling despurrate and discouwaged. Twust me. I know what I’m doing.”

She pointed to the box on the floor. “That isn’t an owdinawy box, Hwermie. It’s a Chewy.com box. Magical stuff happens to whatever is inside. Plus they have most excellent customer service. If yoo go missing, they will twack yoo down. Or weplace yoo. Customer satisfaction guawanteed!”

I covered my face with my paws. I didn’t have a choice. It was either trust Dori and her crazy idea about Chewy.com’s box getting me back home to Mom, Dad and my W.A.D. team, or live out my remaining years with the murderous Doyle who killed off my hero, Sherlock Holmes.

I crawled into the box. Fergus dragged his comfy bed from the fireplace to cushion the bottom. Mrs. Gray added the roast turkey with trimmings. Dori reluctantly returned my pink scarf.

I stared into Dori’s wide eyes, maybe for the last time. A lot of magical stuff had happened to me since Dori and I opened the Wonderpurr Detective Agency. But did I believe her latest crazy scheme would work? That the Chewy.com box possessed enough magic to time travel me back to the 21st Century? Not really.

“We had some good times together,” I told her, forcing a wide smile. When she stepped back with flattened ears, I laughed with sincerity. “I’m okay doing this, honey. Whatever happens, it’s meant to be.”

She placed her paws on the side of the box and nuzzled my whiskers. “Yoo gonna be awright, Hwermie. Don’t be fwightened. Twust me.” She licked my nose, and then Mrs. Gray secured the lid.

I could smell Dori through the right side of the box. “I love you, honey,” I told her. “You will always be my bestest friend.”

“This isn’t goodbye, Hwermie. Twust me. Everything is gonna be aw-wight.”

“Meowy Christmas!” I called out as I felt the box rise into the air. Soon the chill of the damp English weather seeped into my bones. I wrapped the pink scarf around my neck and hunkered down on Fergus’s bed. Nibbling the roasted turkey helped to warm my belly. It was crispy with delicious seasoning. But then I recalled Mrs. Gray telling me not to be a piggy. It had to last me through to January…maybe even February!

Soon the sounds and smells of the docks seeped through the cardboard. Eventually silence surrounded me and the only movement was a gentle swaying that told me I was at last at sea.

Hi Pals! Thanks everyone for following my Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries. I know this might not be the Conclusion you were expecting, but we seek to entertain and keep you guessing as to what will happen next. In this case, an all new Sherlock Herms Purranormal Mysteries is coming with big changes, but you will have to wait until next year to find out what they are. Like Dori says… “Twust me.”

Wishing you all a Merry Christmas and the Happiest of Mew Years

from me, Sherlock Herms, and my partner Dori *wavy paws*

and my W.A.D. team

and our typist and meowmy…

If you like what you’re reading, here are more stories by Kimberley Koz and Herman, her mews:

 

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11 Comments

  • Oooh I am so pleased it didn’t go all pear shaped at the end…. but boy what a cliff hanger to leave us with! I mean will you get through customs for starters…!
    Great ending and know what comes next will be every bit as fun and thrilling….
    See you next year, till then… Toodle pip and purrs
    Erin

  • hermz….dood…….deer cod in de seaz yur a sailin on…oh all de things ya coulda got shoved inta de box with…pleez say it aint sew……knot de bas terd gobbler ~~~~ faaaaaaaaaa….well, at leest yur box DOEZ say chewy N yur knot stuck in box 12 left frum de top that lookz eggs act lee like box 9 thurd frum de rite on de 4th row up….by de grace oh thoze same cod…. thoz look a likez all get ta wear they knead ta go ~~~~~ total lee awesum storee guyz…lookin for werd ta see in mor in 2018 ♥♥♥♥♥

  • Trust you? Herman, it’s me! ME! SIVVERS!!! Can’t you at least give me a teensy-tiny little hint that everythin’ is gonna be okay? I mean… YOU’RE STUCK AT SEA, MAN. AT SEA!!! I’m gonna be worried ALL THROUGH THE HOLIDAYS, for sure. PURRS.

    • Hey Siv…ol’ buddy. You don’t happen to have a bucket and mop, do ya? It’s getting kinda damp in here.

  • Oh Herms, Dori sure is trying real hard to help you out & get you back home. She wasn’t short of ideas that’s for sure. What a good sisfur. You are brave to go in that box on a strange ship. I hope you don’t get sea sick. And yikes I hope there’s no ice berg! Hang tight pal. If all goes well you may be dining in first class like your dream & you can be the ‘King of the World.’ Hugs & purrs!

  • Herms dude, that was an epically epic finale and we just MOL’d so much at your box escapades, classic dude! MOL MOL

    We are really looking forward to your new adventures in the new year and can’t wait to see what mew’re planning, cause we know it’s gonna be brilliant!

    Big hugs

    Basil & Co xox

    P.S. thank mew furry much fur the amazing card!

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