Hey, so I got bored again... no surprise. Anyway, so I took a few characters I have, but don't really have stories and made this. It's a rewrite of the first season, using Americans instead of Japanese kids. There will be new digimon, both good and bad, even though a few from the original series will make appearances. Anyway, I am changing a few things (like not all of them were at camp and not everything will happen with the leader first). Hope you enjoy it and please review.

Also, I will be writing this sort of like episodes.

Down the Rabbit Hole (1)

It all began one afternoon in mid-June, at a summer camp in Illinois. Split into many groups and divided randomly, the children all went on hikes through different areas of the surrounding campgrounds.

Robert "Mitchell" Higgins, age thirteen, was a leader of one group. It was his fifth year attending the camp, and his first time attending it as an over-night camper and a councilor-in-training.

"This is a meadow," Landon Pone, age twelve, said with a roll of his dark brown eyes, also a repeat camper.

"Let's play tag!" Alex Pone, age eight, shouted emerging from the tall grass they had been trudging through. He tagged one girl on the hip. "You're it!" And he ran further into the meadow, causing the seeds of dandelions to fly into the air in his wake.

Marcy May, age twelve, giggled and chased after the youngster. "Don't think you can get too far," she called after him, but was obviously allowing him to stay in the lead.

"Don't encourage him, Marcy," Landon yelled.

"Don't get your knickers in a bunch," Payton Summers, age eleven said. "Alex is just a kid. Let him have his fun."

"Hey, for that matter," Doug Loss, age eleven, said throwing his arms over Payton's and Landon's shoulders, "we're all just kids, when you think about it."

"I'm not," Mitchell quickly amended.

"And in a matter of months, I won't be either," Landon said walking away from the younger boy to try to catch his brother.

"Can't catch me," Alex yelled, arms in the air and laughing. "Can't catch me!" Until he bumped into someone. He fell down and looked up to see someone he definitely didn't recognize.

"Watch it, you little brat," the boy said. He was Damien Queen, age eleven, on his way from his house to an outlet mall.

"Sorry about that," Mitchell called out, approaching.

"Shouldn't he be on a leash or something?" Damien questioned.

"Watch what you say about him," Landon said, not liking this other kid's attitude. Landon was tall and strong for his age, more or less towering over the younger, much shorter and thinner Damien.

"Sorry to disturb you boy scouts," Damien said. "But I have something useful to do with my time." He turned back down the path he had been on and continued walking. That was until the ground began to shake.

"An earthquake?" Payton yelled, losing her balance and falling down the grass. She sneezed as the dandelion floaters surrounded her.

"But this is the middle of Illinois!" Doug said. (2)

"Get away from the trees," Mitchell yelled, running toward the two still near a few trees. But, as the ground shook harder, he too was unable to stay standing and fell to the ground.

"What's happening?" Marcy yelled as the ground beneath her began to break apart and a bright glow erupted from the cracks.

"Hang on, Alex," Landon yelled, holding his brother tightly as the ground near them broke as well.

In a matter of seconds, but what seemed like much longer, all of them were falling into the cracks in the ground and falling like Alice down the rabbit hole. (1)

Mitchell woke to a pounding on his chest. He slowly opened his eyes, and yelled seeing a green, scaly creature on his chest. He jumped to his feet, the creature falling to the ground.

"You're awake, oh, finally, you're awake!" the thing yelled.

Mitchell, his green eyes wide, stared down at the creature for a moment. He shook his head, and pulled his Oakley sunglasses from on top of his head to over his eyes so he could run his hand through his spiked blonde hair. "This cannot be happening." He looked around. "What happened to the others?"

"Don't know," the blob said. "Must have landed somewhere else."

Mitchell was a tall, lean, and admittedly good-looking for his age, taking after the rest of his family. He was an athletic kid, playing soccer, baseball, and football at his hometown, which was in Texas. He wore a white t-shirt with the Nike swish on it, black jeans, and black hiking boots. There was a red knapsack snapped around his hips, the sack on his left side.

"I have to find them," Mitchell said, looking around.

"I'll help you," the thing said, bounding along next to him as he began to move.

Mitchell stopped and looked at the thing. "What are you?"

"I'm a digimon," it said.

"A what?"

"Digimon. Digital monster. Specifically, I am a Glickymon."

Mitchell stared down at it. "Digi-mon?"

"Yep!"

"Where am I?"

"This is Harposa Island," Glickymon said.

Mitchell lifted a blonde eyebrow. "Never heard of it."

"It's very secluded," Glickymon said. "In the middle of the ocean."

"Middle of the ocean!? What ocean!?" Mitchell yelled.

"Mitchell?" he heard Marcy's voice and turned around to see her push her way through some bushes. She had a small, round thing, this one yellow-feathered with two wings and struggling to keep up with Marcy as it flew.

"You have one too?" Mitchell asked, for no apparent reason as it was obvious, as he pointed at the flying thing.

"Uh, yeah," Marcy said. "This is Lintumon. She insisted on following me."

Marcy giggled a little, smiling. She was a pretty girl, a little on the short side, but with an athletic physique and tanned skin from spending all her time out-doors. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a high pony-tail and her blue eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled. She wore a denim miniskirt with footless leggings underneath, black sandals, a blue tube-top with a knitted, capped-sleeved, cropped green cardigan buttoned over the top so that she fit the camp's dress code.

"We'd better find the others," Mitchell said, approaching Marcy. "Do you know where any of the others landed?"

"I'm not sure," Marcy said. She turned to Lintumon. "Do you think you can fly up over the trees and see if you can spot any other humans?"

"I'll do my best," Lintumon said and began flapping harder, slowly flying upward.

"She's going to get an aneurism doing that," Glickymon said.

"Do you want to climb?" Mitchell asked looking at the lizard digimon. It blinked a few times. "Case and point."

"There are some due west," Lintumon said gliding back down in a spiral until she landed in Marcy's hands.

"Cool," Marcy said. "Let's go!" She began walking.

"Um, maybe we should go west," Mitchell said, pointing a full 135 degrees to the right of where she was heading.

She laughed. "Sorry," she said, and fell into line behind Mitchell and Glickymon. They quickly came across Landon and Doug. Each of them had a small digimon near them, a fly-like digimon was circling Doug's head, making a loud buzz, while a small furry ball with large, floppy ears sat at Landon's feet.

"Let's just wait for the others," Doug said. "They can't be too far, and with your yelling, they'll find us in no time."

Doug, just short of Mitchell's height, was the thinnest of the group, with long, lanky appendages. His black hair was buzzed close to his head and his eyes were a murky hazel. He was a pale guy, and didn't get out much, preferring to stay on his computer playing RPGs or in front of his television, fingers flying as he played any of countless video games on several different systems. He wore a bright red shirt that had the words "I'm with Awesome" and a black arrow pointing up, jean shorts the fell to above his knees, and the worst fashion crime imaginable, brown leather sandals with white socks.

Landon, on the other hand, was also tall, but was more muscular, especially for his age. His orange-brown hair was loose around his head, and peeked out from under a camouflaged cap. He wore a brown t-shirt, khaki and brown plaid cargo shorts that fell past his knees, and brown walking sandals.

"And I say that we go and find them," Landon shouted. "I don't know about you, but I have a younger brother out there and he's probably alone and scared."

"He's probably not alone," Doug said, snatching the flying thing out of the air. "He probably has a digimon, just like you and me. Don't you think, Insettimon?"

"Definitely," Insettimon said.

"Hey, guys," Marcy called out, rushing in front of Mitchell and smiling. "Isn't this crazy?"

"Yes, this is," Landon said. "So, I'm finding Alex, and we're getting back to camp."

"Landon," Alex's voice called from the other side of the clearing, and he pushed past a large leaf in his way, carrying a small, red, pig-like creature in his arms. He laughed loudly and ran to his brother. Payton and Damien followed, each carrying their own small digimon.

Alex was by far the shortest of the group, being only eight. He had messy red hair, most of it falling over the band of his black visor. His eyes were big and brown and almost always smiling. He was paler than his brother, with freckles across his face, neck, and up and down his arms. He was in a black shirt with a Pacman on the front, and three ghosts on the back, jeans, and dirty blue and white sneakers.

"You have a digimon too?" Alex asked. He held up his pig thing. "This is Sikamon. Sikamon, this is my big brother, Landon. Who's you digimon?"

"Oh, this is Pupmon," Landon said, blushing a bit to find his brother was more than fine.

"It looks like we all have digimon," Payton said. "This is Halamanmon," she said of the green thing that looked like a head of cabbage, only with two blooming flowers on her head. Payton wasn't nearly as preppy as Marcy, and in fact, Marcy considered her to be a little odd. Payton's long, light brown hair was in half pig-tails, half down with slanted bangs over her right eye. Her left eye was a light blue, the right completely blocked by her hair. She was thin, short, and with average Caucasian skin. She wore blue ballet flats, opaque green tights, a black pencil skirt from her waist to her knees, and a green, tube top with a sheer shirt over it that had long, flared sleeves, a mock neck, and cut out shoulders. Around her head, under the pigtails, was a pink head band with black cat ears to the sides.

Then there was Damien. He had curly black hair, large, dark blue eyes, was short, thin, and cute, with pale skin that nicely contrasted his hair, unlike Doug whose skin and hair opposed one another. Damien wore a yellow polo shirt with a popped collar, tight dark jeans, and black converse high-tops with yellow laces, along with a black fedora. The digimon in his hands was blue and looked to be a fish of some sort, with fins, and a tail.

"Are we all here?" Mitchell asked.

"Yeah," Payton said. "Wherever here is."

"It's Harposa island," Damien's digimon said.

"Maybe we should all introduce ourselves," Marcy said.

"That would be a good idea," Damien said.

"I guess I'll start," Marcy said. "I'm Marcy, and this little girl is Lintumon."

"I'm Alex and this is Sikamon."

"My name is Landon, and here at my feet is Pupmon."

"Doug, and this is Insettimon."

"I am Payton and my friend here is Halamanmon."

"I'm Damien, along here with Kalamon."

"Which leave us," Mitchell said. "I'm Mitchell, and this is Glickymon. We all settled?"

"Not really," Damien said.

"You have to learn twice as many names as us," Marcy said. "We understand."

"I've got the names down, Marcy," Damien said. "I'm not settled about where we are or why we're here."

"I told you already," Kalamon said. "This is the digital world, and you're on Harposa island."

"If only we were allowed cells at camp," Mitchell said.

"Who says we're not?" Landon asked, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a phone. He frowned. "No signal."

Damien and Doug both reached into their pockets as well. "Same here," Doug said.

"What's this?" Damien asked, holding up a yellow device that looked a bit like a small, square cell phone. "This isn't mine!"

"Sure it is," Glickymon said. "You should each have one."

The other six kids reached into their pockets and pulled out similar devices, only in different colors. "But," Doug questioned. "What are they?"

"Uh... I'm not sure," Insettimon said.

"We just know that you all have them," Lintumon said.

"You're all useless," Landon frowned. "You don't know where we are or what these things are for."

"We already told you," Pupmon said. "This is Harposa island."

"There's no such place as Harposa Island!" Damien yelled.

"Clearly, there is," Payton said.

"I'd say more likely, this is a dream," Mitchell said.

"It doesn't feel like a dream," Alex said.

"And it sure as hell doesn't smell like a dream," Payton said taking a sniff.

"Oh, everything here smells so much better than a dream," Marcy said. "I love the aromas here. The outdoors smell so much better than the city."

"Apparently you've never been on a farm," Mitchell said. "But, for now, I say we start moving and find someone else."

"Like who?" Landon asked.

"Other digimon?" Sikamon asked.

"No," Mitchell said. "Adults. Human adults."

"But, you're the only humans we've ever seen," Halamanmon said.

"Just great," Damien said. He reached into his pocket again and this time pulled out an iPhone. "How is it possible that I don't have service?"

"Clearly, this isn't a place for cell phone service," Payton said.

"Do you guys hear something?" Alex asked looking around.

"No," Landon said. "Wait... was it a thump?"

"I just felt the ground move, I think," Sikamon said.

Suddenly, the ground definitely shook. "It's like something giant is taking steps," Doug said.

"Not just anything giant," Insettimon said flying up. "It's Mammothmon!"

Mammothmon, a giant, prehistoric elephant digimon with thick metal fur and giant tusks. It can crush its enemies under its feet, or blast them with its Tusk Crusher.

"Let's get out of here!" Lintumon yelled and began fleeing as fast as her wings could take her. Within another step, however, Mammothmon appeared before them all.

"I'm with the feathered ball!" Damien yelled, scooping up Kalamon and running. The rest followed suit, grabbing their digimon and running.

"Don't slow down for anything!" Mitchell yelled as Mammothmon took pursuit.

"Waah!" Alex yelled, dropping Sikamon as he tripped and fell.

Sikamon jumped to his legs and faced Mammothmon. "Bubble Blow!" A stream of pink bubbles flew at the elephant digimon, but it didn't even slow it down.

"Alex!" Landon stopped and turned around. Still holding Pupmon, he grabbed his brother with his other arm and pulled him to the side just as the giant digimon was about to step on him. Sikamon cowered and Mammothmon stepped right over him, not hurting the pig-like in-training digimon. It continued on its pursuit of the other kids and digimon.

"What were the bubbles?" Alex asked as Sikamon ran to Alex's side.

"That was my attack," Sikamon said. "But it was useless against a digimon so much stronger."

"Why is it chasing us?" Marcy yelled, now carrying the small Lintumon.

"Because we probably look like food," Glickymon said.

"That doesn't make sense," Doug said. "I don't think that elephants or wooly mammoths eat meat."

"It's a digimon," Insettimon said. "Just because it looks like an elephant doesn't mean it is."

"Hate to break this to you," Damien yelled when he glanced back, "but it's gaining!"

"Then let us take care of it!" Kalamon said jumping from Damien's hands.

"Better you than me," Damien said.

"Lintumon, no!" Marcy yelled with her small yellow bird jumped from her grip.

"Glickymon," Mitchell yelled, sliding to a stop and turning around.

"Bubble Blow!" the five small digimon yelled, and shot at the large charging digimon.

"That's not helping at all!" Payton said. "Get out of there." But the digimon kept trying. "Halamanmon!"

Suddenly, Payton's small red device began to vibrate and glow.

"Halamanmon, evolve to... Bloommon!"

Bloommon was a tall, slender plant digimon with roots for legs, a stem of a torso, leaves for arms, and a fully bloomed orchid as a head. She fisted up one leaf hand, then threw it in Mammothmon's direction, a spray of pollen flying at the elephant digimon. "Pollen Punch!"

Finally, this slowed the digimon down, hitting its head to the side and confusing it.

"I've slowed it down, so keep moving!" Bloommon yelled, bringing up the rear as they all turned and began running again. It didn't take long before Mammothmon was on the chase again.

"How do we stop it?" Marcy yelled.

"Keep up with the running comes to mind," Lintumon said.

"My body was so not built for this kind of torture," Doug said. He yelled when a puff of air blown from Mammothmon's trunk blew past him, and suddenly, his indigo device began to glow and vibrate.

"Insettimon, evolve to... Buzzmon!"

Buzzmon looked like an electronic fly a little bigger than Doug's head with long front arms that looked almost human. It buzzed it's wings hard and quickly, then shot off a blast of energy from the kinetic energy he had built up. "Buzzing Blasts!"

Once again, Mammothmon was hit and stopped for a moment.

"Come on, we have to help," Kalamon said to Lintumon and Glickymon.

"No, you can't," Marcy said.

"You're too small!" Mitchell said, holding onto his scaled digimon partner.

"Go get 'em, Tiger," Damien said without emotion.

Marcy's violet device, Mitchell's orange device, and Damien's yellow device all began to glow and vibrate.

"Lintumon, evolve to... Tweetomon!"

"Glickymon, evolve to... Lagartomon!"

"Kalamon, evolve to... Ottemon!"

"Feather Flow," Tweetmon, a blue and red zebra-striped digimon that appeared to be in the form of a Macaw-like bird, yelled as several blue and red feathers blasted at Mammothmon.

"Reptilian razor back," Lagartomon, a green, scaly digimon shaped like an iguana, only standing on its hind legs, yelled as the crests on its back and face fired small, continuous blasts.

"Phosphoric ink spray!" Ottemon, a octopus-shaped digimon a blue head and eight white legs, yelled balancing on four legs while spraying ink with the other four.

Mammothmon was thrown back and fell into a few trees from the attacks.

"Hey, guys, this way," Payton yelled, standing between two bushes. Apparently a slide had been installed, and it seemed the quickest, safest, and most sure escape from Mammothmon. Payton and Bloommon jumped first, followed by Damien and Ottemon, Marcy and Tweetmon, Doug and Buzzmon, with Mitchell and Lagartomon taking up the rear. They all landed in a pile at the bottom.

"Where did the others go?" Alex asked, stepping out of the brush once all signs of Mammothmon were gone and the thumping had stopped.

"I'm not sure," Landon said. He began cautiously down the way they had gone. "Let's see if we can find them."

"Great idea, Landon," Pupmon said.

(1) Reference(s) to Alice in Wonderland.

(2) There have been Earthquakes there (I was in one, but it was really weak and I didn't even realize it until someone told me about it).

Anyway, I hoped you liked the first chapter and please review. I have the next chapter already written, and more or less I've got the whole thing planned.