They were standing off to the side, watching as Kid and Conan tried to outdo the other. Soccer balls went flying toward the thief who shot cards, confetti, smoke and light bombs, and whatever else he had stashed away in those pockets of his in an attempt to deter the child.
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“You know,” Conan drawled, “for a thief you sure do suck at getting this lock undone.”
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