"Daissuukkkee! Daiiissssukkkkkeeee! Wake up!" Daisuke's mother, Emiko, yells while pounding on the closed door to his room.

"Daisuukkkeeee, come on! There's some serious business we need to talk about!" Daisuke's eyes slowly open, just enough to see the clock on his bedside stand. It says 6:55…on a Sunday morning. He groans and turns (more like "flops") to the other side of the bed.

"Daiissuukkke, I KNOW your awake, I can hear you moving around!" his mom says even louder than before and.

"Mo-om," Daiskue moans from sleepy-ness through the door "it's too early for this. Whatever it is, I can wait…" Daisuke's mother puts her hands on her hips. "Fine then, I guess you don't care about knowing what happened to Riku…" before his mother can finish the sentence, Daisuke bolts to the door and swings it open as fast as possible.

"What?!?! What about Riku?"

"Gotcha! Now that you're awake, go get dressed, we have some things to discuss." Before Daisuke can reply, his mother throws him some clean clothes and starts heading down the hall.

"This better be important…" Daisuke says, now sulking. He spins around to throw the clothes on the floor, then goes to shut the door to change.

sometime later

Daisuke walks down the stairs, dragging his feet with each step, when suddenly the stairs start shaking. Without warning, the stairs fall out from under him leading into a seemingly endless hole. Daisuke clings onto the top step for dear life while trying to pull him self up.

"MOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!! WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT TRAPS?!?!" Daisuke shouts at the top of his lungs.

"Sorry, honey. I just couldn't help it." Emiko says slyly from around the corner of the staircase.

After Daisuke finally makes his way down (how he did it? He swung up to the railing and slid down.) He finds his parents sitting on the couch reading a few magazines, some in English, some in Japanese. Before he sets foot in the living room, he checks for traps and luckily finds none. He walks over to the chair across from the couch his parents are sitting at.

"Okay, now that I'm awake and have had a couple years shaved off my life, what is it that you woke me up for at five to seven in the morning…on a weekend?" Daisuke asks. Without even a reply, his mom tosses a magazine onto the coffee table. There's a picture of a gorgeous diamond on the cover. Daisuke uses the best of his English skills to read the Magazine title. It says "Smithsonian". He flips through the pages to get a better idea of what was so important. Again in big letters in the middle of the magazine, the English words "Hope Diamond".

"Hope Diamond…" Daisuke repeats out loud.

"Yes Daisuke, the hope diamond," Emiko exclaims, snatching the magazine from Daisuke's hand. She flips to the page Daisuke was recently on and points to a picture of it, "Do you understand yet Daisuke? This will be Dark's BIGGEST moment in history!"

"Wha-WHAT?!?!" Daisuke exclaims, nearly falling out of his chair.

"I already have the tickets ready, and the cab to the airport comes in and hour, so hurry up!" Yet again, Daisuke's mother leaves before he can protest. Daisuke glares at his father.

"Did YOU have anything to do with this, by the way?" Daisuke says with a hint of ice in that comment.

"Uh-ummm, yes…please don't be mad! Once Emiko finds items like this, there's no stopping her…"

"WOOH-HOOOOO! HOT AMERICAN BABES, HERE I COME!!!" Dark shouts as loud as he can.

"Dark, don't encourage them…" Daisuke mutters under his breath.

"What? I mean, it's not like THEY can HEAR me when I'm in your form." Dark replies with a very arrogant tone.

"Look, I can still hear you, and technically I'm not some form for you." Daisuke shoots back, just a little louder than before.

"Well then, what do you call this thing where there are to forms. You know, you and me?" Daisuke can hear the smirk coming out of Dark's voice.

"Well, it's….ummm…uhhh…" before Daisuke can remark to that comment, he hears his mother's voice from somewhere in the house.

"Daisuke," she says in her sing-song voice, "start packing, or I'll send out the robotic attack dogs!"

"R-right away mom!" In a frantic rush, Daisuke sprints up the stairs and into his room as fast as possible and finishes packing before his mom can place anymore traps.

rummmbbbblleeeeeeee rummmbbbllleee the sounds of the airplane landing always scared Wiz. He curled up even tighter in Daisuke's lap, which made it even harder for the flight attendants to believe that he was a stuffed animal. Daisuke stroked his fur and slid him a pretzel to snack on while the plane slowly glided down. While Wiz munched cautiously on the pretzel, Daisuke blankly stared out the window. How long has it been in the plane? Daisuke checks his watch. About 15 hours. He takes a deep sigh, partly from relief of finally getting off the plane, partly from being nervous about what could be his biggest project yet. On the way to D.C, Daisuke read all about the security systems there. Endless cops, cameras everywhere, sensors inside the glass, anything you could think of!

"Oh come on Daisuke! Nothing can stump the amazing PHANTOM THEIF DARK!!!" Dark (or more like Dark's unusually large ego…) said.

"Dark…this is going to be really tough. What appears to be a TON worse than what Satoshi has dished out."

"Look, we'll find a way to get it. I mean, it's not like there's a CURSE or anything on it, right?"(Well, little does Dark know…) Daisuke takes another deep sigh, this time to calm his nerves.

"You're right, Dark. It should be smooth sailing for us…"

A few minutes later, the plane landed, and Daisuke and his mom (and Dark!) stepped foot on American ground for the first time.

"Ok, America…is the best place…EVER!" Dark said almost immediately after they got in the taxi. "Nothing but cute girls, girls in mini skirts, and just….GIRLS!!!"

"Dark, stop it. I can practically hear you drooling." Daisuke said back to Dark.

"Where to?" asked the taxi driver. The American language sounded so…different compared to what Daisuke thought. It sounds so rough, but so smooth, kind of like this guy swallowed molasses and can't seem to get it down his throat.

"To the Hilton hotel, please." Emiko said to the driver in a near fluent American accent. Then, she handed him the address.

"Alright then! So, you two don't seem to be from around here. Where are you from?" The taxi driver tries to pick up a conversation, while stuck in a little bit of airport traffic.

"Japan." Emiko replies coolly. She seems a little agitated by his small talk.

"Oh, wow. Japan! Well then, I guess I should be saying 'konitchiwa!'" The way the taxi driver butchered that word sounded like fingers on a chalk board. No. More like 10,000 un trimmed, misshapen claws, screeching down the world's largest chalk board in slow motion. Both Daisuke and his mom winced at the mispronunciation. So that's why Daisuke's mom didn't like talking to the man. She knew that coming to here from a different country would end in a result like this. Daisuke just looked out the window for the rest of the ride, while the taxi driver played 'tour guide.'