Two women sat side by side on a small sunny balcony in Tuscany, Italy. The woman on the left was short, broad, and had muscles, one that was tattooed with a heart that read, "I love Italy!" The other woman was tall, skinny, and had a permanent frown to her face. They sat heavily in big, striped beach chairs. The poor balcony was practically groaning under the weight.

The broad woman turned her head towards the other.

"What are we bloody doin' here, Agnes?" she growled.

The tall woman –Agnes- ripped a pair of knickers off her head that had been carefully placed there that morning. She pursed her mouth, scowled, and was about to answer when suddenly she shrank towards the broad woman. A child had appeared at her other side, and was enthusiastically chattering in Italian while holding a squirming frog towards her.

"Ughh!" Agnes pushed the child away quickly and the little girl stumbled, dropping the frog. She looked up at the surly woman and her lip trembled. She woefully sobbed out a few words and then tripped away.

"What'd the brat say, Edna?" Agnes asked the burly woman as she dusted off her skirt.

"The lit'l bugger said that now 'she doesn't want to play with you'," Edna grunted, making the last few word high-pitched in imitation of the girl. She smirked as the frog fell off the balcony.

"Hmph, well I have absolutely no desire to do anything like that." She gave a shudder of disgust. "I can't believe I ever actually talked to that brat; I hate children!" Agnes stated sourly.

"You can bloody say tha' again," replied Edna.

The two stared at the setting sun for a few minutes in silence.

"I say we bloody get outta here, Agnes," Edna said abruptly. "I hate bleedin' Italy, with it's bleedin' happy people and it's bleedin' fresh food!"

"And all the whiny little children," agreed Agnes.

"Right," Edna grunted, standing up and making the balcony complain even louder. "I don't know what made us want to come 'ere, but I'm goin' to tell that idiot of our maid to pack the bags."

"Fine," the thin woman sniffed.

"But Edna," she called crabbily after the woman thumping away. "Don't call me Agnes, please." Her face twisted as she said the polite word. "As you should know, it's always Miss. Adderstone."


A/N: Well, this book finally has a category! (Had to send some e-mails, though. ^_^) I know this story is a bit random, since I normally only focus on Detective Conan. But I do love Molly Moon, and I felt sorry that it's category wasn't up yet, so I decided to give it this prologue I wrote a while back.

I'm just going to say that I was thinking of making this story a bit about Davina... and also perhaps some bubble of time/time travel mishaps! (Just can't get that Detective Conan out of my blood... ha ha.) But I'm sorry to say that I won't focus on it for a while; too busy with other stories. Sorry to all those people who actually have read Molly Moon and want to see some fanfics! (She's the greatest, isn't she?)

[Oh yeah, and... /dramatic music/... there's a NEW Molly Moon (now she can morph or something! *squeal!* I can't wait to read it!) and also possibly a MOVIE will come out soon! I'm so excited!]