Cocoa
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In a glorious explosion of peanut butter, jelly, and cocoa powder the fake thieves had found themselves tripping, sliding, and sticking across the room that the statue was kept in. Somehow, no one was sure how, Kid's trap hadn't completely destroyed the precious works of art. However, it had managed to completely coat the group of thieves, as Conan was sure it was meant to.
It actually smelled pretty good.
Damn it, now he wanted a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a side of hot cocoa. Like that wasn't weird at all?
Out of the corner of his eye he could see Sonoko giving a glob of peanut butter and jelly covered in cocoa powder a considering look. The sound of another cocoa bomb going off had Conan's head jerking back around just as the thieves seemed to get control of themselves.
It was obvious they were looking for the weakest link in the group of cops around them and, just as obviously, their gaze fastened onto the six year old kid standing there.
As one of them, a huge bull of a man, charged toward him Conan prepared to reach for his belt and hope he had enough time to get his shoes going. He never had the chance to do either for, in the next second, Ran had grabbed him by the back of his shirt and tossed him into Sonoko's surprised grasp.
The thief didn't stand a chance against Ran's karate, nor the puddle of jelly he landed in. Conan winced as he went sliding across the floor and smacked into a heavy display case. An expensive, and rather ugly, vase wobbled then toppled forward. Luckily it landed right on the thief and rolled, unharmed, to the ground.
Everything seemed to stand still as Ran let out a breath, then snapped her eyes open to glare at the remaining thieves. Conan could swear he heard a whimper.
All that was left, now, was Kid.