Note: This won't make sense unless you have watched the third movie—The Last Magician of the Century.

KID literally had to drag himself out of the ocean, water streaming from his hat, throat burning, eyes stinging, and small cuts weeping on his face from when his monocle had shattered. His cape was long gone, now somewhere at the bottom of the sea where those wretched things could gawk at it. He had been forced to tear it off before the water-logged material had drowned him. The metal poles that supported his glider were lost, too. Jii would not be happy.

He made a mental note to himself to retrieve the monocle later—lenses could be replaced, and the thing was special, like a memento of his father. He prayed no other harm had been dealt to it.

The thief had searched his pockets, relieved to find his card gun damaged but not ruined and his cell phone miraculously intact. Much of his equipment, though, would need replacement and repairs. The small rockets on his roller blades were utterly useless now. He had cursed aloud when he discovered that sleeping gas and salt water did not mix.

Overall, he had tacked up a decent sum of money. Damaged equipment, lost clothing, and entire new glider would have to be made (one could not just walk into a store and request a collapsible hang glider that could be disguised as a cape).

To put it bluntly, KID was pissed. Then there were his injuries and the lost Memories Egg to be accounted for… It was a stroke of luck that Tantei-kun had retrieved it unharmed. Once again, he found himself whispering a quiet "Thank you" to the fabled Lady Luck.

When he saw the headlines—KAITOU KID DEAD?—he was left fuming for the rest of the day. He didn't bother correcting them, though. He was going to make his comeback with the biggest bang of the century.

It wasn't until later, he admitted with much guilt, that he discovered the worst part of it all.

His dove had been hit.

One of his doves had been shot and would have died if Tantei-kun hadn't found her. KID was furious, and ashamed. How could he have let his dove get hurt? How could he have neglected to realize this for a full day afterwards? In those moments, the once-great thief had felt like the scum of the earth as he mourned his dove.

What if the wound was infected? She could get sick, might even die. There could be permanent damage…

She might not be able to fly.

A night had been spent restlessly, tossing and turning in his bed until he kicked the covers off and paced the room. It wasn't until his mom had literally forced him back down that he managed to get a wink of sleep.

The next morning brought with it a brilliant idea.

'You can ruin my clothes. You can damage my equipment. You can shatter my monocle. You can interrupt my heist. You can take shots at me. You can try to kill me. You can throw me into the damned ocean with those evil little things.

'But you hurt my dove? That's where I cross the line. No one gets hurt? Screw that. She might be sick or unable to fly-you could have killed her.

'This is WAR.'

The way KID helped Conan in return for saving his dove always makes me smile. That's all there is to it.