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"Watari," L said, "please explain to me why the president of the United States of America thinks that I tied his shoelaces together, all the way from Japan. I may be able to do many things, but playing pranks on the president of the United States while I am thousands of miles away and across and ocean is not one of them."

"I don't know," Watari admitted. "But he phoned me and informed me that you had done so."

"That's…odd…" L said slowly. "But anyway, my other concern is to know what else happened while I was gone. So, please continue the story."

Approximately an Hour Earlier…

Matsuda ventured nervously around headquarters. He went into the lab again and saw something truly horrible.

Lying out on the counter, there was an open PETRI Dish that contained a substance that was labeled "Alien Substance". There were flies surrounding it, and a few in it.

"OH MY GOD!" Matsuda exclaimed. "Ryuzaki is in possession of what must be some top secret sample of disease transmitted from aliens from outer space! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! And now that the flies have landed in it, we will all be contaminated! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !" Matsuda rushed and let all of the task force members know, so that they would be aware of the dangers in pursing this issue. If they let a fly land on them, not only would their skin be burned, but they would get an alien disease!

Mogi watched in horror as one of the acid-puking, extraterrestrial-contaminated flies landed on Ryuzaki's computer. "No!" he shouted. What do I do? ! he thought. Mogi got an idea.

He ran to the kitchen and got a bucket of boiling water. He rushed back to the computer and dumped the entire bucket on top of it. The computer may have been ruined, but at least the world's greatest detective wasn't going to die from some strange extraterrestrial illness.

Watari was trying to figure out how to deal with the current situation. Perhaps I should call Ryuzaki… he thought. Actually, surely not. It wouldn't be good if we prove that we can't handle a single hour without him. We must deal with this on our own. At that moment, Watari remembered something crucial. Roger is in Tokyo for the week! I could phone him and ask him to come over here and help!

Aizawa had a secret weapon. He had located…an electric fly-swatter! He decided to kill flies in the observation room first. He walked in slowly.

The observation room was untouched from the way L had left it a mere 7 (or so) minutes earlier. On the counter, there was unfinished cake and tea. The dim lighting of the room accentuated the glow of the computer monitors.

Aizawa spotted a fly as it flew past him. He swatted at it like crazy with uncoordinated movements. He chased it across the room, swatting blindly. In the process, he accidentally hit L's cake with the electric fly-swatter. The cake fell to the ground; the plate it was on shattered as it made impact with the tile.

Aizawa froze. "Ryuzaki is gonna kill me for that…" he muttered, before turning his attention back to the fly that was still loose. It was flying higher than Aizawa could reach, so he stood up on the table.

The fly-swatter had cake and frosting on it. He attempted to crush the fly against the ceiling but only succeeded at covering the walls and roof with cake. There's gonna be a lot of cleaning up to do, if we survive long enough… Aizawa thought to himself subconsciously.

At that moment, the fly flew towards Aizawa's face. Caught up in the moment, Aizawa screamed and took a step back. He ended up slipping and fell down on the table. In his fall, he knocked over L's teacup and the liquid spilled onto his electric fly-swatter, rendering the electric part of it non-working. Aizawa dropped the fly-swatter for fear of it potentially electrocuting him. "Time for Plan B…" he mumbled.

Matsuda was freaked out. He was terrified that the fly was going to kill him. It kept flying right at his head. He flailed his arms frantically, trying to prevent it from touching him. "Death by fly, death by fly, death by fly…" he whimpered over and over again, almost in tears. "I want to get out of here! ! ! ! !"

Matsuda dashed over to Watari, who was just putting his phone away. "W-Watari!" Matsuda stuttered. "L-limo! Drive! You! Now! Please! Death by fly! Drive away! Please! Hurry!" Matsuda chucked the car keys at Watari.

"You want me to drive you away?" Watari clarified, attempting to make sense of the younger officer's words.

Matsuda nodded shakily. "Y-yes…"

Watari raised an eyebrow. "If you really want me to."

They went down into the garage and both men got in the limo. "Drive as fast as you can!" Matsuda shouted.

Watari did so. But before they were more than 20 feet outside of the garage, Matsuda felt the car run over something and screamed at Watari to stop.

Matsuda jumped out of the car and looked at what Watari had hit. "OH MY GOD WATARI YOU RAN OVER A BUNNY! ! ! ! !" Matsuda shrieked. He scooped the small dead animal in his arms and began sobbing.

Watari tried to get the man back in the car, but Matsuda wouldn't stop shouting "MURDERER! ! ! ! !", so Watari quickly parked the car back in the parking garage before people would look and see why someone was screaming about murder. Matsuda didn't move.

Soichiro and Light had thought of a plan, but they both agreed that they would need Matsuda for it. They saw Watari come in from the garage.

"Watari, have you seen Matsuda?" Light asked.

"As a matter of fact I have," Watari replied.

"Where is he?" questioned Soichiro.

"He just so happens to be in the middle of the road crying about a bunny," answered Watari.

Not even to bother to question the reasons, Light and Soichiro rushed out over to Matsuda.

"Matsuda!" Soichiro scolded, "get back in here. We need you for a very important job."

Matsuda looked up and sniffed. "Yes, Chief…"

Once back inside, Soichiro handed Matsuda an unopened bag of Cheetos. "With these," Soichiro explained, "you need to lure all of the flies into the laundry room. We'll trap them in. Good luck!"

Matsuda nodded slowly. He opened the bag of Cheetos and poured some into his outstretched shirt, like a net. Holding the bottom of his shirt up to carry the Cheetos, he slowly walked down to the laundry room.

Once in the laundry room, he was supposed to drop the Cheetos on the floor and then exit the room. However, Matsuda being Matsuda, he somehow fell into the washing machine.

Present Time

"You fell into the washer?" L clarified, making sure he had heard correctly.

"Yes…" Matsuda replied sheepishly, looking down.

"How?" L asked, amazed that this was possible.

"It's Matsuda," Light cut in, "do you really need to ask?"

"No," L replied, biting his fingernail, "I suppose not."

To Be Continued…

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