Disclaimer: Gosho owns everyone except Michael. You know the drill.
Read "The Okuda Files", my other fanfic, for details on Michael. Basically he's Kaitou Kid's sidekick and a member of the Detective Boys. This is a one-shot that came to me when I was driving earlier. Enjoy. :D
Michael, in his outfit as Kaitou Carmen, hung upside-down from the ceiling of the hallway, his eyes on the same level as Vodka's.
"You're dead now, kid," Vodka sneered, raising his pistol.
Michael smirked cockily. "Not today," he said, grinning.
Vodka wavered just slightly.
"Shounen Tantei-dan! Firehose-jutsu!" Michael hollered, clasping his hands together.
Vodka glanced around nervously. Michael swished his cape through the air and three children appeared on the floor directly below him. All three held fire extinguishers. All three triggered them simultaneously, directed right at Vodka's face. He spluttered furiously, trying to evade the foam, as Michael snatched the pistol from his hand and dropped to the floor.
Vodka let out a short grunt and clapped a hand to the back of his neck, then collapsed to the floor, covered in the flame retardant foam. The four cheered as Conan lowered his watch.
"Let's do that again!" Mitsuhiko cheered.