Welcome to my first short story of this collection. I will be adding my Case Closed Valentine's special Lost Without You and my Christmas special Bound by String, Fate, and Love here as well, even though they are already posted as separate stories. I hope you guys enjoy!
This story is what happens when Conan and company visit Harley...who has just discovered the Caramell Dansen song...oh poor Conan.
We're Caramell Dansen!
Richard Moore, Rachel Moore, Serena Sabastian, Professor Agasa, Amy, Mitch, George, and Conan Edogawa were all on their way to Harley Hartwell's house. Agasa, Amy, Mitch, and George were in Agasa's car while the others were in Richard's car. None of them were quite sure of the exact reason, all they knew was that Conan had received an invite from Harley, along with the instruction to bring anyone else. Rachel ended up making it a huge party, even dragging Richard along.
It was a sunny day, perfect for just about anything. Conan could only imagine what the Great Detective of the West wanted. Especially since he was the only one besides Agasa who knew Conan's major secret. Because Agasa's windows were open, Conan could hear everything his 'detective' friends said.
"Road trips rock!" cried George.
"Let's sing!" cheered Amy.
"Okay!" exclaimed Mitch.
Conan moaned as his friend's sang an annoying travel song.
"I wonder what Harley wants?" Rachel wondered aloud.
"Kami only knows," muttered Conan.
They soon arrived at Harley's home and were greeted by him at the door.
"Hello Ku-Conan and friends, welcome to my home," Harley greeted.
"Harley, what do you want?" asked Conan bluntly, as him and his party entered the home.
Harley walked up toward a stereo and started laughing.
"I want you guys to hear this crazy song I found. I'm sure you guys will enjoy this."
"We came here for a song?" asked Rachel and Conan in dismay.
"Yay, song!" exclaimed the junior detective league
Harley laughed and turned on the song that it seemed that no one could resist dancing to...oh yes, he turned on Caramell Dansen.
"Oh no," gasped Agasa and Richard
"Harley, you jerk!" cried Conan
"Conan, you can't say stuff like that!" scolded Rachel
"Oh my gosh, no you didn't!" wailed Mitch
"I'm hungry," muttered George
"No way, it's Caramell Dansen!" cried Amy and Serena.
"It sure is, the one song no one can resist dancing the caramell dance to," Harley confirmed
Amy, Mitch, and George fell for it first. Standing in place with hips going side to side while moving arms up and down, corresponding with the shaking hips.
"Yay!" sang Amy.
"Oh why?" asked Mitch
"No! I hate exercise!" wailed George.
Agasa, Richard, and Serena fell under next, soon followed by Rachel.
"I'm suing if I break a hip," muttered Agasa jokingly.
"Conan, I hate you! I'm never getting dragged on your invites ever again!" screamed Richard.
"I should have worn shorts, not this long skirt," groaned Serena.
"Harley, I hate you! I freaking hate you!" cried Rachel, turning red as Conan watched with worry.
Conan was the only one who remained. He stood there, begging himself not to dance. He bit his lip and squirmed.
"Harley, you jerk. I hate you. You never get my name right and now this!" exclaimed Conan
"Conan, this isn't actually that bad. It's...kind of fun," sighed Rachel, still very red from her slightly-above-knee-hard-to-move-in skirt
Conan watched his friends. Amy and Mitch were laughing, George was whining, Agasa was laughing in embarrassment, Serena was complaining, Richard was tipsy, and Rachel was blushing with a slight smile.
"Oh kami why?" asked Conan, losing more resistance.
Harley was dancing too, watching Conan with an hilarious grin.
"Harley, I'm going to get you for this!" cried Conan, as he took his position by Rachel's side.
Finally losing control, he began the dance as the song started over. The group decided to try to sing, but would end up with misheard lyrics...
"You rather leave than look at Bombay.
I rather see what I foresee
Call me again
Almost a part of me
I don't know what I felt
I don't want ah-ah
Spaghetti health went la-la-la
Yours or me
See, there's a melody
Wah-whoa-oh-oh
There's seminoles
Japanese need a handbag
Your seminoles need a stable dance step
You smell like miso crumbs
Look at me again
We're caramell dansen!
Ooh ooh ooa ooa
Ooh ooh ooa ooa owwoww
Ooh ooh ooa ooa
Ooh ooh ooa ooa
We made some fruit
And some fish dolls
Then we slip and follows
It's hard to stick it on Miguel
I don't know what I felt
I don't want ah-ah
Spaghetti health went la-la-la
Yours or me
See there's a melody
So come on!
There's seminoles
Japanese need a handbag
Your seminoles need a stable dance step
You smell like miso eaten crumbs
Look at me again
We're caramell dansen!
There's seminoles
Japanese need a handbag
Your seminoles need a stable dance step
You smell like miso eaten crumbs
Look at me again
We're caramell dansen!
So come on!
There's seminoles
Japanese need a handbag
Your seminoles need a stable dance step
You smell like miso eaten crumbs
Look at me again
We're caramell dansen!
There's seminoles
Japanese need a handbag
Your seminoles need a stable dance step
You smell like miso eaten crumbs
Look at me again
We're caramell dansen!"
The song repeated again and again, leaving no time for anyone to even pause!
"Harley, I hate you!" shrieked Conan and Rachel as the fourth round ended
Unfourtunately, Harley hadn't anticipated how he would turn the stereo off while dancing in place.
Everyone groaned collectively as the fifth round began.
It was going to be a very long day.