Conan had to hold back a childish giggle. It had been a normal heist, with KID being his ever teasing self, and it had ended the same with a verbal battle between the not-child and the thief. After KID had flown away, not completely unscarred (go soccer balls!), Conan had gone back down to check the damage.

It was chaos.

Task Force officers hung in nets, stuck to walls; there was one that was even hog-tied. Nakamouri laid somewhere in the center dressed in a bright ink tutu, fast asleep, with a white flag in his hand.

Hattori and Hakuba were the funniest though.

Hair dyed in neon rainbow colors, clothes splotched with what appeared to be different types of pudding, wrists handcuffed so they were back to back, 'Epic' was written across Hattori's cheeks while 'Fail' was written across Hakuba's. It was obvious a dog-pile-on-the-bandit had failed, epically if the facial graphiti was any indication.

"Did I miss something?"

Poison: Well that was short…

Shut up….

Hoshi: You got the prompt in there at least

Sketchy: Where I don't see it?

Hua: It's right there *points*

I hate you all

Poison: It's no wonder you don't own Detective Conan or Magic Kaito, Gosho-sensei is so much better than you.

*hides in emo corner*

Hoshi: Sweetly…

Hua: Leave her. She'll come out on her own

*Cries*