Ran was up to her neck with Shinichi's excuses. He must have been a deranged psycho, to think that she would continue to put up with this.
On the particular day, of Ran's moping Conan had an important question.
"Ran-neechan, could we go to Tropical Land?" The not so innocent not-child asked.
Ran flinched at the name. Something inside of her snapped and little brain cells took their large hammers trying to nail her sanity back together. Somehow they let the stupidest one do the job, and he kind of missed his mark, further damaging her brain. Ran robotically turned to him.
Oh no she's gone mad, Shinichi shrunk back some. No pun intended at all. But he was a man! So he mentally fled to the hurricane shelter for protection.
"Tropical Land. Tropical Land?!? Are you flippin' crazy?!?!"
"No." he mumbled weakly, this was not a hurricane it was the apocalypse. Being unleashed right inside the Mouri's own house.
"I don't like Tropical land!"
I know.
"It's horrible, and very dirty!"
Not really.
"And I want Shinichi." She moaned desperately, flapping her hand funky chicken style.
"I do too." Conan grumbled under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Err…."
"Are you S-"
"Night night!"
Thunk.
Omake~
Ran rubbed her eyes," What happened?" She grumbled.
"Oh you just had a dream! Something about Shinichi and muffins."
"Oh okay. Do you want muffins Conan-kun?"
Score secret protected, and muffins! "Can they be banana nut?"
"Sure whatever you want."
A/N: Hey! I'm trying to keep these notes shorter so... Anyways I was planning to do a FF it was going to be ConRan, but I really got to keep editing it, chapter one was ten pages, then I kept shortening it! Wah sone I'll have only 5 sentences left! So right now my main goal is to put up a least one short oneshot here everyday, so far so good! n_n