Chapter Nineteen: Dresses Prove Rather UselessRan dashed through the opening subway doors and up the stairs, as fast as she could in her high-heeled dress shoes. She had grabbed a formal dress and shoes out of her closet without much thought as to fashion ( Read more... )

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: Conan Asks Some Questions and Gets Some Interesting Answers

Rum ducked underneath a bush, trying to flatten himself as much as possible. The police were out in force, and he could just see the helicopter searchlight not two meters away.

He ducked lower and cursed his life.

Why did he ever get involved with the FBI? He would much ( Read more... )

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: Conan Investigates!

Kaitou Kid looked back and forth between the redhead whom he had just been fighting, and the two men in black, whom he had last seen while dangling off the train. They were both fairly young, and looked fit. And they were crazy enough to fight on top of the bullet train.

They had a familiar air about them ( Read more... )

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Everyone Debates Where Claire Went To

Czeslaw sighed and looked down at his desk, attempting to not fall asleep. He’d been in school before (back when Social Services had hunted down Firo and Ennis), and it was, by and large, a waste of time. At least this school was in Japanese, so he had something of a challenge.

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CHAPTER ELEVEN: Lots of People Meet Lots of Other People

"I can't believe this thief really stole the Eiffel Tower!" Isaac said, staring at the dark patch of sky between the buildings where Tokyo Tower had previously appeared.

"I can't believe it," Miria repeated. "I wonder how he did it!"

"Let's go check it out, Miria!"

"Let's go!"

( The two thieves took off down the street at top speed, leaving Conan behind. )

CHAPTER TEN: The Tokyo Tower Heist Goes Off Without a Hitch!


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CHAPTER EIGHT: Kaitou Kid: Showdown With the Black Organization! What is This Thing Called Okonomiyaki ( Read more... )

"So, we bust in..."

"And then what, Isaac?"

"Well, we'll run away, of course!"

"But what about when we're inside?"

"Hmmm," Isaac said. "I know, Miria. We're magicians! Let's use doves!"

"Perfect!"

( The young man running a newspaper stand put his head in his hands as two foreigners dressed in magicians costumes threw a dozen doves from their arms onto the platform. )