A/N: Eh...too lazy to respond to reviews right now. As promised, the next chapter ^.^ I blame...myself...for this...and all of the readers. I'm sure you did SOMETHING. xD


"It's hot..." a blue blob started slowly, "in Topeka!"

"It's hot," Kaito repeated transfixed, "in Topeka."

Shinichi, from where he was on the other side of the room, mentally groaned. He only didn't really groan because his mouth was duck-taped. Along with his hands. His feet were bound to boot. Now that he was thinking about it, how did he even get here? And why was he forced to watch a video? And why was Kaito here? There were many things to question. Like the green cat making mocha in the corner...

"Get a grip!" he chided himself. Why would he question why Kaito was here, he should just be glad he wasn't alone. "But he might as well be," Shinichi's mind snarked, "Kaito's mind was turning into mush from exposure to THE video." Shinichi could practically see the gooey mess of whats left of Kaito's brain slipping away...

The door to the room opened suddenly.

"Hello," a familiar voice said ominously.

Shinichi tore his eyes away to look at his kidnapper and had the shock of his life.

There, framed by the doorway light, stood a miniature version of himself. And he was giggling.


A/N: Let's take a moment of silence and guess what inspired this. Nope, I've got nothing. Playing Transformice lately...I feel like a ninja from walljumping so much :D

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