"Gin had a gun! YAY GUNS! Gin's best friend is his gun! GUN IS A FUN WORD!" POW!
"Woah, I will never let her tell the story again. Well I got to plan a funeral, Beijing, you take over!" Click, click, click. Wham!
"What is this thing?"
"Not a taco."
"Well this stinks."
"Yeah, so Beijing what are we going to do since this fan fiction is out of order?"
Pad, pad, pad. "Hey! You two! We need to get back to our side of the fan fiction website!"
"Sorry Doobie."
"Sorry Doobie."
"Well come-" WHACK!
"That will teach him."
"Sure will. So now what?"
"Let's put the description into it!"
WHOOSH!
"There we go!" Taco cried wiping her hands together as if they were covered in dirt.
"Now we have to add people from to this thing." Beijing said, opening up a door to put Doobie in- since he was no longer useful until he woke up. "How will we do that?" He slammed the door after pushing Doobie in.
Taco shrugged," I dunno."
"Well I dunno either." He shrugged back at her.
The door that didn't hold Doobie opened," Hey who are you?" A young boy asked.
"I'm Beijing and this is Taco, we have to tell the story while May-neechan plans a funeral." He looked down at the list May must have dropped," Are you….. Conan by any chance? You're name is on her plans."
"WOW! You can read? You've never be able to! Lemme try," She leaned over the list," I can read too!"
The boy pulled them out of their fantasy land. "Yes I'm Conan." He replied.
"Oh." Both of the two snapped their heads up from the list. "Well it says here," They peered at the list one more time," That you and Gin are supposed to have a dance off, and in the end he uses his gun to shoot at you. And then a ninja saves you."
If there was a desk Conan would have been slamming his head onto it. "Well… er….." He mumbled," No I'm not Conan I'm Shinichi. If you need Conan, he is outside of the door. He's tall, has messy hair, possibly in a white suit and monocle. You can't miss him."
They both nodded. Beijing answered though," Okay we'll get him for you Mr. Shinichi. Or for us I guess. Or for this fan fiction… or SOMETHING!" They both exited on their quest for Conan.
The real Conan layed back into a chair. Soon to be disturbed by the door opening. This time, it was a different one.
"Do you know where those two hooligans went?"
"On the other side of the door." He watched the tied up Doobie struggle to exit. When he left Conan realized that this wasn't making any sense. He shrugged," Oh well."
A/N:....... Well .......... I really......... there was this bunny....... with rabies....... and now I've gone MAAAD! Just joking, hope you all enjoyed the confusion. Happy early Easter, since I probably can't write tomorrow. BUT! I'm on spring break, so I'll be home all week. Well here:
Today: Home
Tomorrow: Holiday
Monday: Grandparents
Tuesday: Grandparents
Wednesday: Home
Thursday: Possiblely home
Friday: Possiblely home (One of those days we are going to an amusment park)
Saturday & Sunday: Home
So expect a lot this week!