„SHERLOCK Holmes and the case of the lost pipe.”

Big Ben, Ceglane kartony, napis Baker Street , na tablicy interaktywnej wygląd pokoju Sherlocka.
- stolik, przy którym siedzi Dr Watson (uczeń 1) mikroskop, lupa, 2 filiżanki , Sherlock czyta gazetę.
- przy biurku siedzi Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, cos pisze, zamyśla się, mówi pod nosem … Yes, that’s a good idea …

Podnosi głowę i widzi widownię, wstaje i kłania się.
Sir A: I’m sorry, I was busy writing my new novel.
Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Let me introduce myself. I am Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, I’m a Scottish writer. Maybe you have heard about me. It is me who created one of the most popular character in the world. A famous English detective. He is brilliant, extremely intelligent, absolutely genial and he loves adventures – he is Sherlock Holmes. – wskazuje na Sherlocka. Ten nie słyszy, więc jeszcze raz krzyczy, Sherlock wake up!!!
Sherlock się podnosi i mówi:
SH: Good evening! Welcome to my home in London. I live at Baker Street and this man over there is my dear friend Doctor Watson. Siada na krześle.
DW: How are you today dear Sherlock?
SH: I am very fine , dear Watson.
BIG BEN WYBIJA GODZINĘ – NAGRANIE.
DW: Oh! It’s 5 o’clock. I think it’s time for a cup of good English tea. What will you say Sherlock?
SH: Wonderful idea, dear Watson. Nalewa herbatę.
DW: So, tell me dear Sherlock. What did the police say when you brought them this criminal and murderer?
SH: Imagine, dear Watson, they were very surprised!!
DW: Really??? Why, dear Sherlock?
SH: Because, they have been looking for him for 2 months and I found him in a one single day!!!
DW: You are truly a genius, dear Sherlock.
SH: I am, Holmes, I am. Do you mind if I smoke, dear Watson?
DW: You know I hate smoking!! But … Ok… go on.
SH: Thank you dear friend. Szuka fajki na stoliku, pod krzesłem)
DW: What’s going on? Something’s wrong?
SH: I can’t find my pipe? I can’t find it!! Where’s my pipe?
DW: I have no idea. Look around. You are the best detective in the world. You MUST find it.
Sherlock bierze dużą lupę. – MUZYKA Z RÓŻOWEJ PANTERY.
Chodzi i patrzy przez lupę, kuca, wchodzi pod stół. Patrzy przez lupę na osoby w pierwszym rzędzie.
DW: Any luck???
SH: No, no, no, my pipe, where is is? Where?
I know he took it! – wskazuje na jakiegos chłopca.
Did you take my pipe, boy????
SH: Maybe you?? – pyta kogoś obok. Patrzy przez lupę prosto w twarz.
SH: Where is it? I’m not kidding. (jest zły)
Check your pockets!!! Krzyczy jakaś osoba, która wcześniej otrzymała kartkę z napisem.
SH: What??? My pockets??? What a stupid idea!! I never put my pipe into my pocket. Look it’s empty … hymmmm ….sięga do kieszeni i wyjmuje fajkę.
SH: My pipe! Oh,” my precious. “Thank you, Thank you. You are a very smart young boy. Would you like to work with me?? With such a brilliant detective like me??? I will call you! – wykonuje gest że zadzwoni.
DW: I will never understand how you can be the best detective in the world, if you can NOT find your own pipe??
SH: I am a genius, Watson. You will NEVER understand that!!!
Watson kiwa głową z politowaniem. Piją herbatę a Sherlock pali fajkę.
SA: If you want to know more interesting adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson. You MUST read my books. – pokazuje ksiażkę.
Remember! Reading is like dreaming with your eyes open!

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