Disclaimer: I don't own Lupin III characters, oh well. The story must begin sometime…BEGIN!!

(A/N: I did NOT write this story. My friend Gohan did and he just wanted me to post it for him. So it's his work, not mine!)

Lupin's Little Guy

The black haired thief, named Lupin the Third, walked down the streets of a quaint little village in Italy.

"Ah at last! Time to relax!" Lupin smiled. He heard a faint rustle of bushes, and his curiosity taking over him, he looked to the bushes. Nothing.

"Huh? Who is there?" Lupin asked with no response.

"Lupin? Lupin?" Fujiko asked that night at the hotel, getting worried over Lupin. (Strange, huh?)

"Yeah Fujicakes?"

"You seem distracted. What happened?"

"Well I was walking in the streets in that village when I heard a rustling in the bushes. I looked over there in curiosity, but no one was there!"

"So?" Fujiko shrugged, "What did it matter? It was probably a squirrel or something," she added.

"Yeah well, it must have been a BIG squirrel! Cause I saw about twenty leaves on the ground!" Lupin replied. Jigen was sitting on the couch, smoking as usual, and reading the paper.

"Hmm, this kid is good," he mumbled.

"Huh? Jigen? What kid?" Lupin wanted to know.

"Well there is this kid, Kenji, and he is only ten," Jigen started.

"Yeah…so?" Lupin said.

"Well, he robbed a museum. He got a few prize jewels, a crown, and a burlap sack?" Jigen finished, just now reading the burlap sack part.

"He did what?!" Lupin cried out.

"He stole all that? Does it have a picture of him? Fujiko asked in wonder.

"Yeah," Jigen replied, "Blonde hair, hazel eyes, some freckles over his nose and cheeks."

There came a knocking at the door. Lupin got up and answered it. A little boy stumbled in the door. He was sort of tall, about ten years old.

'Wait a second,' Lupin wondered, 'Blonde hair!'

"Hazel eyes!" Jigen and Fujiko said.

"And FRECKLES!" they all shouted.

The young boy was pushed onto the floor, and a little burlap sack rolled out from his shirt. The bag wasn't really tied well, so four crown jewels rolled out, and a crown too!! Of course. It was he, the boy from the papers. The young, ten year old, super sleuth, Kenji. The boy quickly picked up the jewels and hid the burlap sack back in his shirt.

"You-you-you," Lupin stuttered.

"Yeah?" Kenji asked.

"You are the one who stole all that stuff!" Lupin cried out slammed the hotel room door shut. Unfortunately, the annoying, pesky, Inspector Zenigata was walking by.

'What the? Who was that?!' he thought. Lupin picked Kenji up by the collar.

"GAH!" he cried out, "Let me go Lupin! Lemme go! LEMME GO!!" He squirmed, trying to wriggle himself free.

"What? How do you know my name?" Lupin questioned.

"Don't you think I'd know my role model's name?!" Kenji cried out.

"What?!" Lupin dropped the kid, "Role Model??"