Where: The Stores/the Kitchen.
When: morning
Who: Conan, open!

What:

[There's a note propped up on the kitchen table. It's written in English print, big and a bit awkward, but clearly legible:

Dear Toono-niisan, Connor, Constable Fraser and everyone,

Me and Ammo are going to the stores. We'll be back by lunch.

Yours,
Edogawa Conan.

Meanwhile, there is a happy dog sitting on the floor of the postal room, gnawing on the contents of a pack of jerky, while the tiny Japanese boy accompanying him is perched on a desk, frowning at the mail he's opened. Whoever was in charge of censoring the mail sent out of the base ... they really did a thorough job. There's nothing to be learned there.]