Kaorinha: Little detective, you're my duet victim tonight~!
Conan: I-I can't sing, Kaorinha-san... I really should—
Kaorinha: Nonsense! Confidence beats talent every time—now smile for our audience of none!
Kaorinha: Hold it like you hold your deadly soccer balls!
Conan: That's... not how evidence works...
Kaorinha: RICE IS THE FUEL OF MY SOOOUUUUL—
Conan: And here I thought murder cases were painful...
Kaorinha: Huh? Why's my song showing a—
Conan: That's a crime-scene photo... and that keypad means the room was sealed from inside.
Kaorinha: So, junior sleuth, karaoke or kidnapping—pick your poison.
Conan: Both. The culprit used the karaoke remote's infrared to jam the electronic lock. We need to check the booth's rental records.
Kaorinha: Only if we finish our duet first; justice can wait ninety seconds.
Conan: I swear if this ends up online—
Kaorinha: Relax, the only viewers are me, you, and probably that frog hiding under the speaker.
Conan: F-FROG?!