"Shouldn't we… I dunno… help the kids?" Tai ventured.
Sora shot him down. "Our Digimon can't go Ultimate anymore."
"Except Lillymon," Izzy added, a little too thoughtfully.
"Shame," Matt said. "I'm kinda sorry I won't get to see a full-on battle between Angewomon and LadyDevimon."
"At least you go to see it, period," Joe pointed out. "I missed it both times."
"Well, I wasn't able to fully appreciate it the first time," Izzy consoled.
Sora blinked. "You know, I expect that from Tai…"
"Hey!"
"…But not you three."
"Why not?" Joe asked. "We're teenage guys."
"Yeah, you're always griping about how weak men are when faced with the awesome power of the short skirt," her boyfriend added.
Tai waved his hands. "The kids? Shouldn't we help them?"
"How?" Matt asked. "No Ultimates. No Digimon period, actually."
Tai faltered. "Well… we need to do SOMETHING!"
Joe waved his cell phone. "Hey, I did do something! Kido's Taxi Service has left for the battle grounds, and I'm gonna end up paying the gas money."
Sora rolled her eyes. "Oh, the sacrifices we make for the world! You hit the speed dial and begged your big brother to play chauffeur with my dad's car."
"Hey, that's right!" Joe's eyes lit up. "It IS your dad's car! You should pay half the gas money!"
"Not on your life!"
"Soraaaaa…"
Izzy raised an eyebrow. "A full-on 'I'm-TK-See-My-Crest-of-Hope' pout. I'm impressed."
"Nah, that's standard 'I'm-the-baby-brother-give-me-my-way' pouting," Matt corrected. "But still, good technique. I kinda want to pay the gas money now."
"About Kari and the others…" Tai began again.
"Oh, let them do their fancy DNA and Digi-Armor Energize junk," Sora said dismissively, capitalizing on the excuse to escape Joe's baby brother pouting.
Matt nodded. "Screw those guys, let's go home."