littledetective:

“You’re crazy, you know that?” He had hoped
   that today would be a normal day. He had
   failed to stumble across any cases, though
   that didn’t seem to include nutcases.

Sighing and slipping his hands under his
   glasses, Conan rubbed roughly at his
   eyes. “There is no much thing as magic,
   or voodoo, or witches. Unless you’re
   trying to tell me that being shrunken
   down has made you think like a kid.”

“Oh yes, magic can’t exist, and yet you can casually talk about people being shrunk into kids to begin with… I don’t think many people would be picky about which stories they’d be calling crazy for either of them…”

The chibi thief paused for a moment, slight pout forming, but then he blinked and a knowing smile soon returned.

“…And even if I can’t completely prove it offhand, the police were around when I started bleeding from the head at random… and there were quite a few who saw a particular time ‘Kid’ flew away on a broomstick, including Hakuba. And before you say strings, it went outdoors to. Right across the sky. No helicopters around either.”