Fandom: Detective Conan
Publish Date: 9/24/2005 through 12/24/2006 (in Short Stack Stories)
Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan. But I do have homemade hand-puppets for each character...that's normal, right?
“Doo doo doo—run away—doo doo doo—run away—doo doo doo—run away, run run run run run run away…” Kaitou Kid sang under his breath to the tune of the Can-Can as he skimmed along two blocks ahead of Nakamori and his goons. Just a little bit further, and he’d be at a prime place to take off from. Then he could glide all the way home.
He glanced back over his shoulder. They certainly weren’t gaining on him—home free!
Unfortunately for our hero, Karma has a really bizarre sense of humor.
So it should come as a surprise to no one that when he turned back to watch where he was going, he found himself face-to-face with—no, wait, make that running right into—a man coming around the corner, going the other direction.
The last thing the infamous thief remembered seeing before he found himself kissing concrete was that his unintentional victim was wearing a gray trench coat, and that was enough to send a shiver of inner panic right through him.
But when he jumped back to his feet, he was startled to see the man he’d collided with already back on his own feet and coming back over towards him. “Are you all right? Better make sure you watch where you’re going!”
A bit startled, Kid nodded. Then he noticed that evening’s heist—a rather sizable emerald—was now on the sidewalk…at the man’s feet. And Nakamori’s goons were gaining ground. Better grab it and—
And for the second time in as many seconds, he found himself utterly gobsmacked as the man in the gray coat bent down, picked up the jewel, and handed it back to him. With a smile. “I think you dropped this, son. Wouldn’t want you to lose it. It looks valuable!”
“Thank you…” Kaitou Kid replied. He really wasn’t sure how to react. Crap—goon squad approaching fast! “I have to go. Have a pleasant evening!” After all, he was never one to be without manners. He then turned and sprinted on his way as the Taskforce came gallivanting up, hot on his trail.
Nakamori-keibu stopped by the man Kid had rammed into. Hunched over, panting, and sweating from exertion, he snarled at the man, “Why didn’t you grab him? That man was a thief!”
“A thief?” the man in the gray trench coat looked surprised, then grinned and saluted, putting one hand at the brim of his gray hat. “Don’t worry, Chief. I’ll catch the crook!” And as he started to run off—in the opposite direction—he crowed back over his shoulder, “Inspector Gadget is always on duty!”