Detective Conan: Trouble at Home (private RP)

[arkham-insanity]

"Where are those Damn files!!" Richard Moore swore as he shuffled and scatter papers across his already clutterd desk

"RAAANN!!!" Have you seen my files for the Osaka case!!??"

[Hrtofdrkns]

"I think I know where they are." Ran said, pointing him towards Conan's room. "You know how he likes to play detective."

[arkham-insanity]

Richards face turns several shades of red
"That little Brat!....dont kids today know better than to take other peoples things!!!"
begins to storm off toward Conans room.

"I think its about time Conan learned not to play detective in this house!"

Mr. Moore begins banging his fist on Conans door.

[bobby]

Conan was sitting inside of his closet with a pile of files on his lap.

"The Osaka case has more to it than meets the eye," Conan thought. "Definitely more than meets the myopic eye of Richard!" the former teen thought sarcastically. Just the day before, he had been brought to the crime scene by Ran who was bringing her Father some fresh sushi for lunch.

The scene had been filled with clues, like the cigarette near the murder victim with lipstick on it, and Richard had kicked the cigarette aside saying, "Who the hell has been smoking in a crime scene."

"It's a good thing, I pretended to drop my glasses and got it," Conan thought. The cigarette now resided in a zip lock bag in his toy chest.

Suddenly there was a pounding on his door. Conan jumped and fumbled with the files. He looked frantically for a place to hide them when his bedroom door was thrown open and Richard stormed in.....

"Uh....uh...(giggling nervously)....uh, HI! Uncle Richard!" Conan said, grinning like an adorable six year old (or trying to).

[arkham-insanity]

Richard glared down at the little boy seeing him amist of scatterd papers and thr yellow folder marked Osaka at Conans feet.

"Dont you uncle Richard me you little brat!..How many times have I told you not to mess with my case files!!!!....I have a very special system in keeping them orginized!"

an image of Mr. Moores clutterd office area with empty beer cans and broken filing cabinent come to Conans mind.

[bobby]

Conan giggled again, "Your files! Are these your files? Oh, gosh, I thought they were part of my stamp collection.'

'Lookit, Uncle Richard," the little boy said producing the stamp that had fallen off one of the letter in Richard's file. "Heh! Heh! It's from...."Conan stared at the stamp. "Hey," he said, "it's from Bolivia and the lipstick on that cigarette had a color that they only make in Bolivia."

Conan stood up, temporarily forgetting how angry Richard was. "Now we have to see which letter in this disorganized sack of papers that fell off of!" Conan suddenly realized what he had said and clapped his hand over his mouth.

"Heh, heh, I mean...this stamp...uh....your files are so......interesting....and I......" Conan's voice dried up. He had run out of story.

[arkham-insanity]

"Alright thats it!" Richard Morre said now very angrily picking up Conan by the back of his collar and pulling him up of the floor.

"You little snot nosed know it all....I know your little games....and I am sick and tired of you snooping in my files...Now I am going to teach you a lesson that you wont soon forget!!!"

Richard then pulling Conan under his arm storms out of the bedroom and into his messy office and begins scattering things off his desk...and opening drawers.

"Now where is that Damn Ruler!" I'm going to use it to blister your backside good!"

[bobby]

"You little snot nosed know it all....I know your little games....and I am sick and tired of you snooping in my files...Now I am going to teach you a lesson that you wont soon forget!!!"

Conan's large eyes grew even larger and his mouth opened in horror as he was scooped up in Richard's hands and tucked under his arm in a very businesslike way. "Whoa!" Conan gasped. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Unca Richard. I'll fix your files. Can't we talk...."

Before the little boy could finish, he found himself being carried, at a breathless pace for a six year, out of his bedroom and into Richard office. The furious detective began rifling through his drawers.

"Uh...if you put me down..." Conan offered helpfully. "I can help you look for...whatever you're looking for." The little boy tried desperately to steer this scene in another direction. However, Richard's next words were not hopeful.

"Now where is that Damn Ruler!" I'm going to use it to blister your backside good!"

Conan gasped and began to struggle as hard as he could. "No! I mean, don't! I mean, You can't! You don't understand! You can't...you can't...SPANK ME!" the little boy said desperately. This situation was beyond Conan's most horrible dream.

[arkham-insanity]

"I'll show you what I can and cannot do...forget the blasted ruller!"

Mr. Moore sat down in his squeeking rolling chair and put Conan across his lap.....then he proceeded to roll up his sleeves...preparing to hand spank the boy.

"Your going to get it now Conan!...and you have been needing this for a long time!"

[bobby]

Conan gulped as he was suddenly plopped down in Richard's lap, his chin resting on Richard's right knee, and his bottom and things on Richard's left knee. The little boy gazed down at the floor, which seemed way far away, and felt Richard's arm across his back and his hand tucking him in and holding him firmly.

"Your'e going to get it now Conan!...and you have been needing this for a long time!"

Conan turned his little head as much as he could and saw that Richard had rolled up his sleeves baring his hairy arms. "Yikes," the boy thought in terror. "He means business!"

"Please, Uncle Richard," Conan pleaded, desperate for this humiliating, probably painful, thing NOT TO HAPPEN. "You don't need to spank me. I've learned my lesson. Honest, I promise. I won't touch your junk!" Conan gasped. Had he really said, "junk?"