~ This part begins with all the Digimon at McDonald's. Yes, I know it's weird and kind of idiotic to imagine. I mean, can't you see Palmon trying to serve fifteen drinks at once, but failing and making this huge massive puddle everywhere? That would be so funny!! But I digress . . . Anyway, read and review, plus read and review my other story which I forget the title at the moment, but read it anyway and review that one and this one and all of my stories. Wow, now that that's over with, you can finally read my story and not my endless foreword. Aig.~

"Slave work," complained Biyomon. "That's all it is, slave work." She picked up a hamburger and glared at it. "I HATE HUMAN FOOD!"

Agumon ignored her. "This is fun!" He immediately used his Pepper Breath to ignite the gas burners, inevitably burning each and every burger.

Gatomon looked disgusted. "You know what hamburgers are made of? They're made of-"

"AAH! Shutupshutupshutupshutup!" exclaimed Gomamon, covering his ears. "I don't want to hear this, I don't want to hear this, I don't want to hear this!"

Gatomon continued talking. "They're made of cows. Cows. Isn't that just disgusting? And you know what McDonald's hamburgers are made of? Cows that have been injected with-"

"LA LA LA LA LA!" shouted Gomamon. "I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

Palmon looked at Gatomon, then at Patomon, who wore a look of pure childish innocence on his face. "Gatomon, there are little Digimon around. Please don't spoil his carefree years of eating McDonald's food."

Patomon blinked. "I don't think I'll be eating this anytime soon anyway. After all, we're the ones preparing it and I know what we do to it."

Palmon sighed.

Gabumon ran up at that time. "Okay, we finally have customers. So that means: Agumon, don't char all the food; Gatomon, don't lecture them on eating healthy food; Gomamon, don't run out and scare anyone; Patomon, for the love of God don't sit on the food; Tentamon, just sit on the floor and DO NOTHING! We don't want another grease incident like yesterday. And who am I forgetting . . . Ah, Palmon, don't try to carry more than twelve drinks; Biyomon, um, just be normal." He promptly left.

"Psht!" said Biyomon. "Like we're going to remember all that."

"I did!" announced Patamon.

"Shut up."

Meanwhile at the counter . . .

"WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO GET SOME SERVICE IN THIS CRUMMY RESTAURANT?" cried Matt. He was getting angry, obviously.

"Hold up!" cried a strangely familiar voice from the back. "I'm coming!" Then, all of a sudden Gabumon, of all Digimon, ran out. "Matt?" he asked, not believing it.

"What the-" Matt began, but silenced the expletive that would have finished the sentence. "Why are you here, Gabumon and not-" He turned around, looking to where Gabumon would NORMALLY be standing, but he obviously wasn't there. He was at the counter. "That's funny. I never even noticed."

It was then that it occurred to everyone else that they're Digimon were gone. They started shrieking. "Oh no! PALMON!!!" "Where's Gabumon?" "PATAMON!! COME HERE!!" "Gatomon, where are you? I've got something for you . . ."

Suddenly, in the kitchen of McDonald's, all the Digimon perked up. "They're here to save us!" cried Patamon. "Here I come, TK!" He then rose into the air, flew towards the door, and crashed into the wall. (He forgot that doors have to be OPEN before you fly through them.) The little orange Digimon landed, unconscious, in a large pan of fries.

"Ooh," said Gomamon. "That's gonna ruin them."

Then all the Digimon, minus Patamon of course, rushed towards the door, OPENED IT, then ran to greet their friends.