Post by KudoKid on Dec 24, 2004 19:06:56 GMT -5
Heres my christmas present to all of you, it's a knock off of the night before christmas ~ Detective Conan style. (I was feeling creative lol, and maybe a little bored too )
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Well actually, that’s not entirely true.
For upstairs in the Mouri house, someone was feeling blue.
There on his bed sat one unhappy child.
His head in a slump, and all day he had not smiled.
All of the antidotes that Ai had made were not effective.
He feared that he would never return to being Kudo Shinichi; teen detective.
He had simply laid down that night to work out a plan
Maybe some kind of message that would explain everything to Ran.
But whenever he tried to think, he lost his concentration.
All that he could think about was an antidote, and the Black Organization.
So knowing that he could not get any sleep, not one wink,
He decided to go down stairs to get something to drink.
As he passed through the living room, he thought hard and long.
He asked himself out loud. “What did I ever do that was so wrong?”<br>
Then all of a sudden in a flurry of soot
The fireplace was filled with a dirty great boot
And then came another, until out stepped St. Nick
Conan wasn’t very impressed though, he thought it was a trick.
He watched him very cautiously, as quiet as could be
As Santa placed presents beneath their big tree.
Conan thought maybe it was Ran in disguise,
trying to give him some kind of Christmas surprise.
But he knew deep down that he wasn’t right
“There is only one truth.” he told himself that night.
And when Santa finally turned to go back to his sleigh
was when he noticed Conan standing there in dismay.
“Hello, my friend” said Saint Nick to the child
“Why the big frown, tomorrow is Christmas! Where‘s your smile?”<br>So the shrunken detective told him about his dismay
At being unable to be in his real body on Christmas Day.
He explained how he’d now been stuck in the body of a child for a couple of years.
And he told him about not being able to be with Ran, and all of his other fears.
He told him about Gin, Vodka, Chianti, Korn, Kir, and Vermouth.
He told him about the APTX; a pill that acted like a fountain of youth.
“Fear not!” said Saint Nick, “for the same amount of obstacles await us all”<br>“Right now yours and Ran’s are big, but later they will be small.”<br>“You see, sometimes we need to have difficult days
To stop us from getting too set in our ways.”<br>
“Oh I see” said Conan, who was suddenly enlightened
“So there’s really no need for me to be so frightened?”<br>“Definitely not!” said Saint Nick, with a smile
“What may seem bad right now will be good in a while!”<br>
“Your antidote will come soon, maybe sooner than you think.”<br>“It may even come tomorrow!” Santa said with a wink.
They sat on the couch and they talked for an hour or so more
St Nick told Conan things about the organization that he’d never heard before.
Then St Nick finally leapt to his feet with a sigh
“I’ve got gifts to deliver, I really must fly!”<br>“If you would like, you may open your gift after I leave.”<br>“It’s already past midnight, it’s no longer Christmas Eve.”<br>
So Conan raced over to the tree as fast as he could.
After searching for a while, he found nothing, but he understood.
What Conan wanted right now could not be given.
He would receive it tomorrow, but it would not be wrapped in paper or in a ribbon.
What Conan would receive tomorrow is an APTX cure.
He played everything Santa said in his head, he was definatly sure.
And with that, Santa’s sleigh lifted off and took flight
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Well actually, that’s not entirely true.
For upstairs in the Mouri house, someone was feeling blue.
There on his bed sat one unhappy child.
His head in a slump, and all day he had not smiled.
All of the antidotes that Ai had made were not effective.
He feared that he would never return to being Kudo Shinichi; teen detective.
He had simply laid down that night to work out a plan
Maybe some kind of message that would explain everything to Ran.
But whenever he tried to think, he lost his concentration.
All that he could think about was an antidote, and the Black Organization.
So knowing that he could not get any sleep, not one wink,
He decided to go down stairs to get something to drink.
As he passed through the living room, he thought hard and long.
He asked himself out loud. “What did I ever do that was so wrong?”<br>
Then all of a sudden in a flurry of soot
The fireplace was filled with a dirty great boot
And then came another, until out stepped St. Nick
Conan wasn’t very impressed though, he thought it was a trick.
He watched him very cautiously, as quiet as could be
As Santa placed presents beneath their big tree.
Conan thought maybe it was Ran in disguise,
trying to give him some kind of Christmas surprise.
But he knew deep down that he wasn’t right
“There is only one truth.” he told himself that night.
And when Santa finally turned to go back to his sleigh
was when he noticed Conan standing there in dismay.
“Hello, my friend” said Saint Nick to the child
“Why the big frown, tomorrow is Christmas! Where‘s your smile?”<br>So the shrunken detective told him about his dismay
At being unable to be in his real body on Christmas Day.
He explained how he’d now been stuck in the body of a child for a couple of years.
And he told him about not being able to be with Ran, and all of his other fears.
He told him about Gin, Vodka, Chianti, Korn, Kir, and Vermouth.
He told him about the APTX; a pill that acted like a fountain of youth.
“Fear not!” said Saint Nick, “for the same amount of obstacles await us all”<br>“Right now yours and Ran’s are big, but later they will be small.”<br>“You see, sometimes we need to have difficult days
To stop us from getting too set in our ways.”<br>
“Oh I see” said Conan, who was suddenly enlightened
“So there’s really no need for me to be so frightened?”<br>“Definitely not!” said Saint Nick, with a smile
“What may seem bad right now will be good in a while!”<br>
“Your antidote will come soon, maybe sooner than you think.”<br>“It may even come tomorrow!” Santa said with a wink.
They sat on the couch and they talked for an hour or so more
St Nick told Conan things about the organization that he’d never heard before.
Then St Nick finally leapt to his feet with a sigh
“I’ve got gifts to deliver, I really must fly!”<br>“If you would like, you may open your gift after I leave.”<br>“It’s already past midnight, it’s no longer Christmas Eve.”<br>
So Conan raced over to the tree as fast as he could.
After searching for a while, he found nothing, but he understood.
What Conan wanted right now could not be given.
He would receive it tomorrow, but it would not be wrapped in paper or in a ribbon.
What Conan would receive tomorrow is an APTX cure.
He played everything Santa said in his head, he was definatly sure.
And with that, Santa’s sleigh lifted off and took flight
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”