Part 1- Hit and run

I need help… anyways, this is the first part in a series that will probably contain seven chapters altogether.  This is most likely the shortest part, so don't mind it.  Also, I don't mind the English Digimon names so I'm using them.  Also I don't know the Japanese ones.  

Disclaimer: Not mine!  Not yours either!

Arukenimon and Mummymon cruised along threw a field in their new hot-pink jeep.  They were off to the National Villains' Day picnic, and in the back was a fine dessert of angel-food cake.   Mummymon had made it himself, and he was quiet proud. 

There was a loud thump, and the jeep flew about four feet in the air.

"My cake!" cried Mummymon, as he slammed on the brakes.  Seconds later he was turned around comforting his cake.

"I think we hit something…" Arukenimon turned around and gasped.  About two feet from the back tire was Elecmon, with his legs twisted oddly.

"My cake!" cried Mummymon.  Indeed, it had been smushed against the cake holder. 

"Floor it!  We just ran over something and killed it!" hissed Arukenimon.

"I'm not dead…" moaned Elecmon.

"But my cake is ruined!  What will we bring to the National Villains' Day picnic now?" bawled Mummymon.

"Nothing!  We're villains!  Now FLOOR IT!" yelled Arukenimon.  And so, the smushed cake was tossed out the side and the two villains sped off to the picnic, cakeless and guilty of killing Elecmon.

"But I'm not dead…"

A group of assorted Digimon stood around the dead Elecmon.

"Oh my gosh!  Elecmon is dead!" announced a Gekomon to those who couldn't see.  A collective gasp arose.

"I'm not dead…" Elecmon moaned again.

"Only one person could have done such a horrible thing," stated a Pumkinmon, "and that's the Digimon Kaiser!"

"Actually, he turned good awhile ago," corrected a Gotsumon.

"Then it must have been the Digidestined!" yelled a Gazimon.

"Why them?" asked a Sukamon.

"There's no one else to blame," replied the Gazimon.

"I see…"

"I'm not dead…" Elecmon moaned again.

"Well, how should we punish them?  Remember, capital punishment is illegal," asked a Bakemon.

"Community service!" yelled a Yokomon.  The crowd cheered.

"Six days of it!"

"Why six?"

"Why not?"

And so, it was settled that the Digidestined would look after the fresh Digimon for six days.

The Digidestined were seated in a lovely field of yellow flowers.  Their faithful Digimon companions were at the new theme park, Digimon Land.

"It's such a beautiful day.  I'm so glad we're able to enjoy it together," said Miyako.  Everyone nodded.

"Hey, what's that?" asked Iori, pointing to a little bouncing pink spot.  Everyone turned and looked where he was pointing.  Moments later, it was revealed to be a Koromon.  It bounced up in front of them and dropped the piece of paper that was in its mouth.

"Singing telegram from the Digimon head council!" said the Koromon.  It produced a clipboard out of nowhere and handed it to Daisuke.

"Please sign here," Daisuke looked at the others, then signed his name.  The Koromon opened the piece of paper and took a deep breath,

"You killed Elecmon, you dirty kids!

You should pay for what you did!

You have to do six days of community service!

Look after the baby Digimon and don't be lateus!

Your start tomorrow…" the Koromon was sure to hold the last note, then turned and bounced away.

"Was that suppose to rhyme?" asked Takeru.

"We didn't kill Elecmon!" yelled Hikari.

"But who else are they going to blame?"

"…."

"We'll, I'm sure it'll be fun," said Ken, "and we should just go along with it." The other Digidestined stared at him.

"Great idea!" Miyako finally said.

"I say we should turn this into a camp!" suggested Takeru, "and we should all just look after one group of Digimon!"

"Alright!  Lets go to my house and draw straws," so, the Digidestined accepted their punishment and headed to Iori's house.

"Alright, if you get the red straw, you look after the Punimon.  If you get the green straw, you look after the Botamon.  If you get the yellow straw, you look after the Yuramon.  If you get the blue straw, you look after the Poyomon.  If you get the black straw, you have to look after Elecmon's dead body, and if you get the white straw, you have to cook," said Ken.  In his hand were six straws with a piece of paper taped to the end of each one.

"I'm first!" yelled Daisuke, as he grabbed a straw from Ken's hand.  It was the red one.

"Alright, Punimon!" he cheered.  And it went on.  Takeru was looking after the Poyomon, Hikari was looking after the Botamon, Miyako was looking after the Yuramon, Iori was looking after Elecmon's dead body, and Ken was cooking.

"We need a name," said Miyako.

"Slave Camp?" suggested Daisuke.

"No, not slave camp!" snapped Miyako.

"How about, 'I'm being blamed for killing Elecmon even though I didn't so now I have to look after all these fresh Digimon camp?" asked Iori.  The others stared at him blankly.

"Ya, it'll work…"

And so, the Digidestined headed back to their own residence and rested up for the big day of looking after all the little fresh Digimon.

There's part 1!  Like I said before, this will probably be the shortest chapter.  

Special announcement: I'm thinking of writing a sequel to 'American Psycho', where Wallace will go to Japan.  The only problem is I can't find a song to use.  If you have an idea for one, please provide a link to the lyrics and if you can, the full version of the song.  If it ever comes to be, you'll get a special mentioning!  I need you help!

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