Chapter Four: A Postcard Comes to New York With a Strange Request!
CHAPTER FOUR: A Postcard Comes to New York With a Strange Request!
"Hey, Conan, why are we investigating Tokyo Tower?" Genta asked.
"Because," Conan replied patiently, "I think somebody's trying to steal it."
The Detective Club all broke out into laughter. "You can't steal Tokyo Tower! It's too big!" Mitsuhiko said, in stitches.
Haibara raised her eyebrow at the shrunken detective. She normally followed his train of thought, but this time, she had to wonder. "Mitsuhiko-kun is right," she said. "Tokyo Tower weighs approximately four thousand tons." While the rest of the detective club looked on in amazement that she knew the information (gleaned right off the tourist brochures) Haibara raised her eyebrows challengingly at Conan. "So why do you think somebody wants to steal it?"
"Not just somebody," he said. "Isaac and Miria."
The detective club broke up into laughter once again.
"Umm, Conan-kun," Ayumi said lightly.
"I hate to break it to you, Conan, but Isaac and Miria are Kaitou Kid's rivals. They want to steal gems and treasure, not towers!" Genta said.
"I don't think so," Conan said, patiently. "Think about their note, and the straightforward date and time. And Tokyo Tower was patterned after the Eiffel Tower."
Haibara crossed her arms. "They didn't steal it when they said they would, though," she said. "And it doesn't answer the question of how they would steal it, either."
"I'm still working on those," Conan said. "Let's just ask around, alright?"
With various degrees of enthusiasm, the kids agreed to at least ask if anything suspicious had happened last night. After all, even if they didn't find evidence, they might find a new mystery to solve. One never knew what they could find by being curious!
They asked several of the guides working around Tokyo Tower and the elevator operators, spending their time talking to every employee they could find on both observation decks. Of course, they spent some time looking at the Tokyo skyline and at the souvenirs, but most of it was spent investigating. And, despite their comprehensive search, nothing turned up.
Dejected by not turning up any clues or new mysteries, the detective club sat around outside of the tower eating some after-lunch ice cream.
"See, Conan, it was silly to think that anyone would want to steal Tokyo Tower!" Mitsuhiko said.
"Yeah, I guess so," Conan replied. After the mysterious thieves had failed to show up the night before, he had thought he'd been onto something. It seemed he was wrong, however. Well, time to go back to square one.
"Awww, there's nothing mysterious happening around this tower!" Genta complained loudly.
"Nothing mysterious?"
The five kids turned to see an elderly man behind them, who had just been walking past the tower. "You should do your research before you say that."
"Did something mysterious happen here, mister?" Ayumi asked, eyes shining.
"Just last night," the old man said. "My house is near here, so I often walk around Tokyo Tower. And just last night, I heard a clanging sound, so I decided to look. Two people, a man and a woman, were hanging around dressed in large hats and capes in funny colors, and they were carrying a couple of wrenches."
Conan looked up sharply. "Last night? Do you remember what time this happened?"
The man thought for a moment. "Well, I left at about eleven thirty, so... midnight, perhaps?"
Conan grinned. He had no proof, but he was almost sure of it.
It had to be Isaac and Miria.
--
"What do we do now, Isaac? We can't take the Eiffel Tower back to Paris now!"
"Don't you worry, Miria! We'll figure it out somehow!"
"But now we weren't like that Kaitou Kid fellow... We didn't do it when we said we would!"
"That's all right, Miria! We'll just write them another note. That reminds me, weren't we supposed to write something else..?"
"Oh! We haven't sent a postcard to Ennis and the others! I promised them we would first thing when we got here!"
"Well... If we don't say anything, maybe they'll think it took that long in the mail! It is flying over the ocean again, after all!"
"And then it has to get all the way to New York! You're right, Isaac. You're so smart!" Miria practically leapt across the room, hugging Isaac. They twirled around a few times, miraculously leaving the furniture and appliances unharmed before they flopped onto their respective beds.
"Let's write our note to the police first! And then we can go get a postcard and send it to Ennis!"
--
We're sorry we didn't steal the Eiffel Tower on time!
But we won't fall for your mechanics a second time.
with love,
Isaac and Miria
"Miria, why did you sign it, 'with love'?"
"Oh, I forgot that was our note to the police..." She peered at the note. "Don't you think it's all right though?"
"We'll just have to make sure extra love goes into our letter to Ennis!"
"Extra love!" Miria agreed. "Now we need to get a postcard, Isaac!"
Out shopping for postcards, they peered at the rack in shock. "How brazen they are! They put the Eiffel Tower on their postcards, Miria!"
"Ohh, aren't they afraid the French will see them?"
"The Japanese are truly fearless!"
"Fearless!"
Dear Ennis et al,
Tokyo is amazing! And even more amazing, there are newspapers in the middle of the street! It's just like New York, there are people everywhere! The Japanese people are really nice, except they stole the Eiffel Tower!
See? ISN'T THAT JUST TERRIBLE?!
So we decided we should bring it back to France.
With love, Isaac and Miria
PS. We made it into the newspapers! We'll show you as soon as we get home!
PPS. Is there any way you could send us a really big wrench?
--
"Hey, look Luck! It's a postcard from Japan. It must be from Isaac and Miria," Berga Gandor said, waving a small piece of paper at his brother. Luck glanced up from his phone call, his face as stoic and serious as always. He didn't reply right away, finishing the conversation before he turned his attention to his brother.
Luck took the postcard, glancing at the name. "It's addressed to Ennis and the rest of us. We should call everyone in before we read it," he said, offering a slight smile. It took a couple hours to get ahold of all the Immortals and agree to a time, but soon enough the entire group was sitting around the lounge-like office of the Gandor Brothers' Stock Exchange company.
Ennis, Firo, and Czes, Maiza, and the three Gandor Brothers, along with whoever else could find the time to stop in to the office to hear from their friends. Once the postcard had been read, by Maiza, there were none-too-few blank stares.
"A really big wrench? What could they possibly need that for?" Firo asked, grinning despite his confusion.
Ennis took the post card. "It seems that they simply ran out of room to write why they needed it."
"If they need help, we're ready to get on a plane and be there right away!" Berga said, and there were quiet murmurs of agreement around the room.
"Let's not be too hasty," Maiza said, always the voice of reason.
"I will call them and see what it is they need. I am sure it is nothing urgent," Ennis said, and handed the postcard back to Maiza.
--
Ennis held the office phone to her ear, looking out over the New York skyline from the high rise office of the Gandor Brothers' Stock Exchange Company. She had checked the time difference in Tokyo, and was hoping that Isaac and Miria were in their hotel room so they would pick up the phone.
Though the two normally took Ennis' calls, it was not beyond the realm of possibility. After almost eighty years of knowing the two of them, Ennis almost believed that nothing was beyond the realm of impossible.
Thankfully, they picked up only a few rings after Ennis was put through.
"Isaac? Miria?" Ennis asked.
"Isaac! It's Ennis!"
"Ennis? I thought it was the police!"
The police? "Then why did you pick up the phone?" she asked.
"That would be so rude!" Miria cried. "Everyone is so polite here in Japan!"
"I see," Ennis said, not really seeing at all. Any explanation the two might give was liable to confuse her further. "We got your postcard," she said. "What do you need a big wrench for?"
"For taking the Eiffel Tower back to Paris, of course," Isaac chimed in.
Ennis blinked. "Alright," she said. "We'll talk to Mr. Specter for you. Though you... do know that's not the Eiffel Tower, right?"
This last caution was blotted out by Isaac and Miria's chorused "Thank you!", and Ennis was met with a dial tone.
The auburn-haired homunculus hung up the phone with a shrug.
--
"Isaac! We hung up on Ennis! What should we do?"
"I know, Miria! We should send another postcard!"
Sorry we hung up on you!
Miria and Isaac
--
NEXT TIME: There's Actually A Murder In This Detective Conan Fic!
"A murder? How terrible, Isaac!"
"Don't worry, Miria! I'm sure this detective fellow will solve it!"
"But what's a fic?"
"Well, Miria my dear, it must stand for something! And since it has something to do with this detective fellow..."
"A mystery!"
"Yes! It obviously stands for Finding International Criminals!"
"Oh, Isaac! You're so smart! .... But aren't we international criminals now, Isaac?"
"Well, we haven't actually stolen anything yet, so it must be the murderer Mr. Detective is after!"
Author's note: 37 wall street IS a real address but it is obviously NOT the Gandor Brothers' building lol, so um, feel free to send things there I guess but don't expect the Immortals to reply haha - dracoprncs1310
"Hey, Conan, why are we investigating Tokyo Tower?" Genta asked.
"Because," Conan replied patiently, "I think somebody's trying to steal it."
The Detective Club all broke out into laughter. "You can't steal Tokyo Tower! It's too big!" Mitsuhiko said, in stitches.
Haibara raised her eyebrow at the shrunken detective. She normally followed his train of thought, but this time, she had to wonder. "Mitsuhiko-kun is right," she said. "Tokyo Tower weighs approximately four thousand tons." While the rest of the detective club looked on in amazement that she knew the information (gleaned right off the tourist brochures) Haibara raised her eyebrows challengingly at Conan. "So why do you think somebody wants to steal it?"
"Not just somebody," he said. "Isaac and Miria."
The detective club broke up into laughter once again.
"Umm, Conan-kun," Ayumi said lightly.
"I hate to break it to you, Conan, but Isaac and Miria are Kaitou Kid's rivals. They want to steal gems and treasure, not towers!" Genta said.
"I don't think so," Conan said, patiently. "Think about their note, and the straightforward date and time. And Tokyo Tower was patterned after the Eiffel Tower."
Haibara crossed her arms. "They didn't steal it when they said they would, though," she said. "And it doesn't answer the question of how they would steal it, either."
"I'm still working on those," Conan said. "Let's just ask around, alright?"
With various degrees of enthusiasm, the kids agreed to at least ask if anything suspicious had happened last night. After all, even if they didn't find evidence, they might find a new mystery to solve. One never knew what they could find by being curious!
They asked several of the guides working around Tokyo Tower and the elevator operators, spending their time talking to every employee they could find on both observation decks. Of course, they spent some time looking at the Tokyo skyline and at the souvenirs, but most of it was spent investigating. And, despite their comprehensive search, nothing turned up.
Dejected by not turning up any clues or new mysteries, the detective club sat around outside of the tower eating some after-lunch ice cream.
"See, Conan, it was silly to think that anyone would want to steal Tokyo Tower!" Mitsuhiko said.
"Yeah, I guess so," Conan replied. After the mysterious thieves had failed to show up the night before, he had thought he'd been onto something. It seemed he was wrong, however. Well, time to go back to square one.
"Awww, there's nothing mysterious happening around this tower!" Genta complained loudly.
"Nothing mysterious?"
The five kids turned to see an elderly man behind them, who had just been walking past the tower. "You should do your research before you say that."
"Did something mysterious happen here, mister?" Ayumi asked, eyes shining.
"Just last night," the old man said. "My house is near here, so I often walk around Tokyo Tower. And just last night, I heard a clanging sound, so I decided to look. Two people, a man and a woman, were hanging around dressed in large hats and capes in funny colors, and they were carrying a couple of wrenches."
Conan looked up sharply. "Last night? Do you remember what time this happened?"
The man thought for a moment. "Well, I left at about eleven thirty, so... midnight, perhaps?"
Conan grinned. He had no proof, but he was almost sure of it.
It had to be Isaac and Miria.
--
"What do we do now, Isaac? We can't take the Eiffel Tower back to Paris now!"
"Don't you worry, Miria! We'll figure it out somehow!"
"But now we weren't like that Kaitou Kid fellow... We didn't do it when we said we would!"
"That's all right, Miria! We'll just write them another note. That reminds me, weren't we supposed to write something else..?"
"Oh! We haven't sent a postcard to Ennis and the others! I promised them we would first thing when we got here!"
"Well... If we don't say anything, maybe they'll think it took that long in the mail! It is flying over the ocean again, after all!"
"And then it has to get all the way to New York! You're right, Isaac. You're so smart!" Miria practically leapt across the room, hugging Isaac. They twirled around a few times, miraculously leaving the furniture and appliances unharmed before they flopped onto their respective beds.
"Let's write our note to the police first! And then we can go get a postcard and send it to Ennis!"
--
We're sorry we didn't steal the Eiffel Tower on time!
But we won't fall for your mechanics a second time.
with love,
Isaac and Miria
"Miria, why did you sign it, 'with love'?"
"Oh, I forgot that was our note to the police..." She peered at the note. "Don't you think it's all right though?"
"We'll just have to make sure extra love goes into our letter to Ennis!"
"Extra love!" Miria agreed. "Now we need to get a postcard, Isaac!"
Out shopping for postcards, they peered at the rack in shock. "How brazen they are! They put the Eiffel Tower on their postcards, Miria!"
"Ohh, aren't they afraid the French will see them?"
"The Japanese are truly fearless!"
"Fearless!"
Dear Ennis et al,
Tokyo is amazing! And even more amazing, there are newspapers in the middle of the street! It's just like New York, there are people everywhere! The Japanese people are really nice, except they stole the Eiffel Tower!
See? ISN'T THAT JUST TERRIBLE?!
So we decided we should bring it back to France.
With love, Isaac and Miria
PS. We made it into the newspapers! We'll show you as soon as we get home!
PPS. Is there any way you could send us a really big wrench?
--
"Hey, look Luck! It's a postcard from Japan. It must be from Isaac and Miria," Berga Gandor said, waving a small piece of paper at his brother. Luck glanced up from his phone call, his face as stoic and serious as always. He didn't reply right away, finishing the conversation before he turned his attention to his brother.
Luck took the postcard, glancing at the name. "It's addressed to Ennis and the rest of us. We should call everyone in before we read it," he said, offering a slight smile. It took a couple hours to get ahold of all the Immortals and agree to a time, but soon enough the entire group was sitting around the lounge-like office of the Gandor Brothers' Stock Exchange company.
Ennis, Firo, and Czes, Maiza, and the three Gandor Brothers, along with whoever else could find the time to stop in to the office to hear from their friends. Once the postcard had been read, by Maiza, there were none-too-few blank stares.
"A really big wrench? What could they possibly need that for?" Firo asked, grinning despite his confusion.
Ennis took the post card. "It seems that they simply ran out of room to write why they needed it."
"If they need help, we're ready to get on a plane and be there right away!" Berga said, and there were quiet murmurs of agreement around the room.
"Let's not be too hasty," Maiza said, always the voice of reason.
"I will call them and see what it is they need. I am sure it is nothing urgent," Ennis said, and handed the postcard back to Maiza.
--
Ennis held the office phone to her ear, looking out over the New York skyline from the high rise office of the Gandor Brothers' Stock Exchange Company. She had checked the time difference in Tokyo, and was hoping that Isaac and Miria were in their hotel room so they would pick up the phone.
Though the two normally took Ennis' calls, it was not beyond the realm of possibility. After almost eighty years of knowing the two of them, Ennis almost believed that nothing was beyond the realm of impossible.
Thankfully, they picked up only a few rings after Ennis was put through.
"Isaac? Miria?" Ennis asked.
"Isaac! It's Ennis!"
"Ennis? I thought it was the police!"
The police? "Then why did you pick up the phone?" she asked.
"That would be so rude!" Miria cried. "Everyone is so polite here in Japan!"
"I see," Ennis said, not really seeing at all. Any explanation the two might give was liable to confuse her further. "We got your postcard," she said. "What do you need a big wrench for?"
"For taking the Eiffel Tower back to Paris, of course," Isaac chimed in.
Ennis blinked. "Alright," she said. "We'll talk to Mr. Specter for you. Though you... do know that's not the Eiffel Tower, right?"
This last caution was blotted out by Isaac and Miria's chorused "Thank you!", and Ennis was met with a dial tone.
The auburn-haired homunculus hung up the phone with a shrug.
--
"Isaac! We hung up on Ennis! What should we do?"
"I know, Miria! We should send another postcard!"
Sorry we hung up on you!
Miria and Isaac
--
NEXT TIME: There's Actually A Murder In This Detective Conan Fic!
"A murder? How terrible, Isaac!"
"Don't worry, Miria! I'm sure this detective fellow will solve it!"
"But what's a fic?"
"Well, Miria my dear, it must stand for something! And since it has something to do with this detective fellow..."
"A mystery!"
"Yes! It obviously stands for Finding International Criminals!"
"Oh, Isaac! You're so smart! .... But aren't we international criminals now, Isaac?"
"Well, we haven't actually stolen anything yet, so it must be the murderer Mr. Detective is after!"
Author's note: 37 wall street IS a real address but it is obviously NOT the Gandor Brothers' building lol, so um, feel free to send things there I guess but don't expect the Immortals to reply haha - dracoprncs1310