The Afternoon Of The Dead Dummy

By Shyro Foxfeather

After much prodding and shoving from the two detectives' female companions, Heiji and Shinichi actually left Kudo's house despite the disputes that they were doing very important research and couldn't be disturbed.

They were playing twister and they knew it. However they stubbornly denied such things until Ran showed them the picture she took of when Heiji slipped and crushed Shinichi during the game because she thought it was cute.

Shinichi had made gaggy noises all the while.

So now the two men were glumly walking along one of the many sidewalks of Tokyo when, from out of the shop they were about to pass, a man fell through the door.

At Heiji's feet.

Covered in blood from his right eye.

"Oh my god! That man's been shot!" Yelled a random bystander with familiar unruly brown hair. Then he walked away calmly as if nothing had happened whilst whistling the Hamster Dance.

"Wow, that's one helluva poker face." Kudo gawked.

"No time for that now. What do ya think happened ta him?"

"……He was shot in the right eye?"

"Yes… But maybe… Maybe that's what they want you to think!"

"They?" Shinichi started.

"Yes… The wombats… They're out there… Waiting…" Heiji murmured in a secretive whisper while he shifted his eyes to and fro as if looking for such things.

"Right…"

"……………."

"Wait a minute……"

"What?"

"Holy fish! THIS IS INUI-SAN!" Shinichi exclaimed taking an involuntary step back.

"Who?"

"You know. Movie 3. The one with the Kid in it. Inui-san was murdered by Scorpion."

"Which means…?"

Shinichi sweat dropped. "This is a stage prop…"

"Oh." Heiji brightened. "So he's not dead!"

"No. He's just made of fluffy stuff factory workers ripped of the toes of footy pajamas."

"Do I want to-?"

"No."

The boyish men looked at one another.

"You think-?" Shinichi began slowly.

"The girls-?" Heiji continued.

"Thought this up?" The finished together.

"Nahhhh…." And with that they went and had coffee at the local Starbucks.

And somewhere far away two girls were cackling.

Owari

Disclaimer: Chaos, Logic, and myself lay no claim upon Detective Conan and are thus sadly disappointed in our Evil Genius tactics.

For some random reasons Logic and Chaos felt the need to write a fic where the dead guy was a stage prop.

Then they wanted to have it be someone Heiji and/or Shinichi knew.

Oh, and yes, they're both 17 or whatever. No Conan-chibi-ness, sorry.

Also, Chaos wanted wombats. Logic vouched for badgers but wombats were more fun.

And don't ask about the footy pajamas. I have issues with footy pajamas. For I have indeed, found out, that when dressing down in the dark, it is very possible to put them on backwards and not know about it until the zipper scratches your neck. ¬¬o … I was seven.

Cyber cookies to all who guess correctly at who the 'random bystander' was!