"Hahahahaha Do you think you can defeat me with these pathetic little toys of yours?" Myotismon scorned at Tai and his friends. When the digi-destineds were still shocked by his power the vampire crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"GRISLY WING!" A swarm of bats emerged from his cape whizzing menacing towards the children. Greymon sent his attack onto them, burning several of the flapping bloodsuckers.
"Hey! Stop frying my bats! Or you'll get a lot of trouble!---" Myotismon snarled at the dinosaur. Suddenly from nowhere two men appeared, one in a blue business suit the other one wearing baggy yellowish-brown trousers, a fringy shirt with at least a hundred colourful beads embroidered on it and his uncombed, long dirty looking brown hair hanging loosely over his shoulder. Myotismon stemmed his fists into his side and grinned smugly at the digi-destineds.
"See! I've told you! Now you're deep in the... Well, you know what I mean!" The two man looked at the ashen rests of the bats falling to the ground, then they regarded the Digi-Destined and disapproving shook their heads. Myotismon could not withhold one of his well known arrogantly smiles, bearing his pearly white fangs. He knew, these two men would mean a lot of trouble for the guys that burned his bats! Suddenly the two strangers turned their heads to Myotismon, glaring at him.
"Mr. Myotismon! We from the WWF and Greenpeace have admonished you more than once not to use these bats in fighting!" Myotismon's jaw flapped open, frantically he pointed at the digi-destineds, shouting.
"W-WHAT? BUT THEY BROWNED THEM, NOT ME! THAT'S UNFAIR! ARE YOU BLIND YOU MEDDLESOME DOLTS?" The digi-destineds meanwhile did not understand what this 'discussion' was about...
"Mr. Myotismon, offending us will not change the fact that these peculiar bats are on the red list of endangered species!" The man in the business suit continued as the other one interrupted him.
"Yeah, man! And it's really damn uncool of you to abuse these poor little bats for your totally selfish aims, man! Ey man you should live together with your little brothers and sisters in peace man! That'll be totally groovy, old boy!" The lid of Myotismon's right eye began twitching imperceptible as the vampire frowned unnerved at this outmoded Hippy.
"My dear flower child, why don't you just go home and smoke some weed?" Myotismon hissed at him through clenched teeth.
"Or even better... Why don't you just, let the poor little weed live and instead... BITE THE DUST!" Half a second later the Hippy was separated in its middle by a razorblade like Crimson Lightning. The man in the business suit gulped intimidated.
"So, what do you want to tell me about my bats?" Terrible friendliness oozed out of Myotismon's voice.
"Ahem... Well, Mr. Myotismon you have to admit, that it will not help to save this endangered species by letting them being killed by these kids, right? So we are instructed to..." He gulped again taking all his guts together.
"To take your bats with us!" Myotismon was petrified for a split second, but then a vein on his forehead began throbbing visibly...
"I beg your pardon... What did you just say? It sounded as if you said, you would be so audacious to attempt to take my bats? Surely I must have misheard!" Myotismon gnashed his teeth while pressing the palm of his one hand against the knuckles of his other hand, producing a bully, cracking noise... Meanwhile the digi-destined had gathered in a circle discussing about what they should do now.
"We should just sneak away as long as bat-ty boy is occupied with the WWF guy!" Matt proposed and Joe agreed. The kids began carefully pussyfooting out of Myotismon's sight, when suddenly his Crimson Lightning whipped down only inches away from their feet.
"Don't you dare running away! I'm not yet finished with you!" Myotismon barked at them, then turned back to the guy from the WWF who by now had unfolded a small laptop.
"...Hey... What are you doing there? Isn't there anybody here who takes his own death serious!" Desperately the man typed some commands, sweat on his forehead, while Myotismon had already seized him at the cravat.
"Hello! Do you pathetic mortal being have ears, to listen to what your master says? Then STOP that or else!" The destineds looked at Myotismon, not sure whether they should have a second trial to escape. The man finally hit the enter key and...
It seemed that nothing had changed... Beside of the fact that Myotismon had thrown the man ten feet away and was now screaming the lungs out of his body in a very agonized sounding outcry.
"MYYYYYYYYY BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATS!" Tai raised an eyebrow and muttered to the others. "What's broken now? I can see no cage with bats in..." Izzy sighed explaining Tai, that Myotismon's bats still were digital bats, so obviously they'd now be in a digital cage in the man's laptop.
"You! That was THE mistake of your life!" Myotismon yelled at the man. He had pressed his right hand onto his chest as if his vampiric heart would ache because of the loss.
"Just one moment before you kill me, Mr. Myotismon!" The vampire lowered his Crimson Lightning unwillingly. His lips formed a very stressed and unnerved: What do you want!
"Just consider this, Mr. Myotismon. If you kill me now, the probability that you will retrieve your bats will shrink to zero!" Myotismon's eyes narrowed to slits.
"And that is supposed to mean what?" The man brushed the dirt from his business suit with a superior smile. And answered very slow and self-confident.
"It means, Mr. Myotismon that with good conduct of yours, you may probably get them back, if we come to the decision that you are able to bare the responsibility that comes along with having endangered animals as your pets!" The man fetched some sheets of paper out of his suit and showed them to Myotismon.
"This is the official standard contract, you may sign here, here, here and here." Myotismon grabbed the sheets and flicked through them, the expression on his face darkened. Reluctantly he drew his signature, hissing curses through clenched teeth.
"Well that's the most hieroglyphic handwriting I've ever seen!" The man folded the contract disapproving, let it glide into his suit's inner pocket and disappeared as fast as he had come. Myotismon turned round glaring at the digi-destineds. Steadily he paced towards Gatomon. Seeing this obvious menace, she digivolved onto ultra level.
"Angewomon!" Myotismon said with a derisory undertone in his voice.
"Angewomon..." He recapitulated, this time not so derisory... He stood now directly in front of the angelic digimon, she saw her reflection in his blue eyes and clenched her fists.
"Angewomon... You've got to console me!" He snivelled winding his arms around her and pressing his face against her bosom.
"AAAAHHHH! Get off from me, you perverted!"