"Ohmigod! A whole night ahead of us and no boys around!"

Hikari Tamiya, better known to her friends as Kari, looked up from one of Mimi's fashion magazines. "You say this like it's a bad thing, Sora."

Sora, an attractively lithe auburn-haired girl, snorted. "Not likely," she laughed. "Sometimes it's better not to have them around. It's not like any of them listen to us, is it?"

Mimi turned from her vanity mirror to listen. "No. They really don't, do they?" Her gaze returned to the mirror, as she frowned at the reflection, trying to decide which lipstick to use. "I don't know why." Her hand hovered over innumerable cosmetic tubes, as she pondered. "Bashful Blush or Just About Red? What do you think, Sora?" She slumped in her chair and sighed.

"I think you think about it too much," said Sora, confused as to why such a thing would matter."

"Oh, you're right," said Mimi. "Neither one goes with my hair." She twirled one tress with her fingers. "Do you think I change my haircolor?"

Sora shook her head slowly. "Mimi, do you ever have anything on your mind except hair?"

Mimi missed the point. "No, sometimes I think about clothes, too."

Sora laughed outright. "Mimi, you're incorrigible."

Mimi shrugged, and went back to painting her face. "You know, it wouldn't hurt you to look more like a girl, Sora."

Sora made a face. "But why would I want to?"

"Oh, Sora, you're hopeless!" snapped Mimi. "Why shouldn't you want to look your best?"

Sora made a dismissive gesture. "There's nothing wrong with the way I look now."

"I think it would be fun to have a beauty makeover ngiht," said Mimi, completely ignoring Sora's comment completely.

"Well, it might be fun," said Kari. "You've got more cosmetics than the makeup counter at the corner druggist." She closed the magazine. "I've never worn the stuff. My mom won't let me. She says I'm too young."

"So does mine," admitted Sora.

"Oh, goodie," said Mimi. "So we can?"

"Oh, all right!" snapped Sora. "Go ahead, do your worst. Just as long as nobody sees me in it."

Mimi gathered her myriad brushes and tubes together, closing in on Sora with the avidity normal to vultures circling a carcass. Sora looked nervous.

Kari set the magazine to one side. "Mimi, were you expecting anyone else?"

Mimi was completely engrossed. "No," she replied, without looking up. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, I think we're being stalked," said Kari.

Both girls turned around. "Stalked?" cried Mimi. "Who would do such a thing?"

"Unless I'm mistaken, the shadow with the cloak behind the tree is Myotismon, and the suspicious shape by the garage is Piedmon," said Kari.

Mimi looked scared. Sora looked baffled. "Why would those two be here?"

"Something to do with death and destruction, taking over the world, and just getting out for the weekend," pointed out Kari. "There's less to do in the Digital World on Saturday night than there is..." Her voice trailed off, as she fumbled for words. "Well...here."

Mimi was indignant. "What do you mean? There's tons of neat stuff to do."

"Mimi, the best suggestion you made all night was to plaster Sora's face with makeup," said Kari, trying to be gentle. "How's that again?"

Mimi's face fell. "Oh---well... I suppose you're right."

Kari thought about it, as her attention strayed to the window once more. "Oh, looks like they've discovered each other's evil nefarious plans." She listened for a minute. "Wow!"

Mimi, now curious, joined Kari. "Ooh, what are they saying?"

"I don't think I should repeat it," said Kari. "My mother would get mad at me for using words like that."

"Like what, Kari?" Now Sora was curious, craning her neck to see out the window."

"Well..." said Kari. "Promise you won't tell anyone?"

"Sure," said Sora. "What was it?"

"Well, Piedmon told Myotismon he wasn't a bloodsucker, he was a..." said Kari, then stopped. A distressed look crossed her face. She steeled her resolve and finished repeating it.

Sora blinked. Mimi gasped. "Oh, my...you mean he actually said that...?" said Mimi, her eyes as round as pie tins.

"I didn't think Digimon could do things like that," Sora pointed out. "They don't have...um...you know...do they?"

"Remember Starmon?" gulped Mimi.

"Point made." Sora made a face. "That was an image I really didn't need."

"That's okay," continued Kari, her voice cheerful once more. "Myotismon told Piedmon his wrists were suspiciously limp, and if Piedmon didn't like the way Myotismon did things, he should take his Trump Sword attack and shove it up his--"

"Kari! He didn't say that, did he?" Sora was torn between shock and hysterical laughter.

"'Fraid so," said Kari, giggling herself.

Sora broke into laughter at the thought of the two haughty, arrogant villains bickering like fishwives. "You know, Tai and Matt are never going to believe this one."

"Yeah, too bad," Mimi smirked. "And if Joe were here, he'd probably try to rescue us all and have an asthmatic attack."

"Well, Joe is...Joe," said Sora diplomatically.

"That is sooo true," said Mimi. "Ooh, what are they doing now?"

All three girls stared at both Digimon, now furiously arguing with each other.

"Huh," said Sora, at length. "Do you think Piedmon's trousers make his behind look as wide as File Island?"

"Oh, yeah," said Mimi. "Definitely." She watched on, wide-eyed. "And he looks positively dismal in that shade of green, too."

"Hey, where's the popcorn?" asked Sora.

"Right behind you," said Kari. She handed the bowl to Sora.

"Ooh, ouchie!" said Mimi. "Did Piedmon really ask when Myotismon was planning to become Queen of the Digital World?"

"If you heard that, then I definitely heard Myotismon tell Piedmon to go back to playing with his dolls, and leave world conquest to real Digimon." Sora shook her head. "Digimon or no, they still act like guys."

"Speaking of, you two," said Kari. "I think I may have an idea..."



Piedmon stopped, mid-taunt, and looked up. "Wonderful," he snarled. "Not only do I have to contend with you, I find myself the laughingstock of a pack of human brats!"

"Playing a fool is unusual for you how?" said Myotismon, giving Piedmon a jaundiced look.

"Spare me," snapped Piedmon in response. "I propose a truce, if for no other reason than to salvage the remains of our dignity." He stopped speaking, and a tiny chorus of giggles was plainly to be heard. "I came here with an objective, that of eliminating my enemies. If you cannot aid me, stay out of my way!"

"Just who do you think you're fooling?" Myotismon arched one eyebrow. "I came here because I couldn't stand four walls and a pack of bumbling morons any longer." He stared balefully at Piedmon, suspecting the other Digimon of dissembling, if not out-and-out lying, about his true intentions. "If your notion of conquest is to come without allies, and inadequately armed, you deserve the failure you'll find."

Piedmon merely looked at him.

"Tell the truth," said Myotismon. "The Digital World bores you, and Lady Devimon is getting on your nerves."

Piedmon's expression soured, his customary demented smile becoming a grimace.

"I thought as much."

Now it was Piedmon's turn to stare daggers at Myotismon. "Since conquest is out of the question, what would you have us do?"

Myotismon grinned, baring his canines. "Since we sought amusement, why should we not pursue it?" He turned to the now-silent house.

Piedmon was silent. Then his lips thinned into a wicked smile. "For once, Myotismon, I believe we agree."



"So what do you think, Kari? Did the two of them kiss and make up, at least long enough not to annihilate each other?" Sora returned from the kitchen with bottles of soda.

Kari accepted one gratefully. "Probably. If I know either of them, they've probably agreed not to fight long enough to try to do something nasty to all three of us."

Mimi shivered. "I don't understand. How can you just sit there and talk about it so calmly?"

"Much as I hate to admit it, Mimi's got a point," said Sora, picking at the popcorn for the half-popped kernels. "So what's this idea of yours?"

"You know how competetive boys are, right?" Kari took a long drink of her soda. "The only thing keeping them from fighting tooth-and-nail with each other is us."

"You mean what they mean to do to us, right?" Mimi's face had gone pale.

"What they think they're going to do to us," said Kari.

Sora was interested now. "What were you planning to do to them, Kari"

Kari looked surprised. "Didn't I tell you? I'm not going to do anything to them. Nobody is. Their own natural competetiveness is going to do that for us. This is what I have in mind--" Kari outlined her plan to both girls, who listened, then laughed.

"Think you can handle it, Mimi?" Sora thought about it again, and couldn't stop giggling.

Mimi smirked, a worldly knowing expression she'd seen her mother use. "Trust me. This is going to be a piece of cake."



"So what's your brilliant idea, Piedmon?" Myotismon stared at Piedmon in expectation. "You do have an idea, don't you?"

Piedmon ignored the sarcastic dig. "The obvious thing to do is to get into the house, or to get them to come out of the house."

"Encouraging," said Myotismon. "I once thought you couldn't spot the obvious if it perched on your shoulder, left a dropping, and flew away."

Piedmon gave Myotismon a truly evil look then. His eyes narrowed to slits, brows pulled down in a glare, and his lips thinned to a flat red line. "Better that than to be surrounded by idiots and incompetents," he snapped. "I should have killed you when I had the chance!"

"Think you that I would be naive enough to give you that chance?" Myotismon drew himself to his full height. "I--"

He broke off, midsentence. The door now stood open. "Why don't you come inside before someone calls the police and reports you two as prowlers?" Sora stood looking at them.

Piedmon and Myotismon looked at each other. "Nice plan," said Myotismon.

"Shut up," replied Piedmon as he followed Myotismon into the house.