[Enter a very bouncy yet agitated Kuroba Kaito.  Right now he's going up and down a random corridor in the mansion, sticking his head through doors every once in a while.]

Hakuba?  Oi, Hakuba, you there?

C'mon, you can stop messing about with me now, you know.

[A pause.  He's standing in the middle of the corrdior now, arms crossed, and if you look closely enough, you might just find that you can see the other side of the corridor through him.  He doesn't seem to mind this, though.  He's started to tap his foot.]

Oi!  Hakuba?  Conan?  Hattori?  I mean, come on, this isn't funny, you guys... if anyone's there...

[Please feel free to walk down.  If you're one of the above, expect to see him expecting you to see him.  If not, he may be surprised.]

The coffee maker has been removed from its prime place on the bench. It -- along with a wonderful, coffee-ish smell -- is currently locked in the highest cupboard. Staring at this one cupboard is a Conan. His expression is most politely classified as 'displeased.'