Gomamon's Lake
"All right, listen up," the evil sea turtle king snapped at the fish. "You idiots will destroy this lake. After that, bring Gomamon to me."
The fish nodded. The evil turtle gave each a shotgun and sent them off to work.
Right then Gomamon was enjoying a nice , peaceful swim on his lake. Then suddenly, there was a weird shlooop sound and the water in the lake started to dry up ! "Oh, crud," Gomamon said. "That darn turtle king has done it again."
At the bottom of the lake the fish had pulled out the lake's plug. The water was draining rapidly. The fish were happy until-one fish thought of something. "AAAAAAAAH !" he screamed. "We're FISH ! We need water to LIVE! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!"
"AAAAAAAH !" all the other fish screamed. They tried to put the plug back in , but it was too late. With a final GLUG the last drop of water disappeared. Pretty soon all the fish we're dead.
Up on shore Gomamon had another problem. "Ah, Gomamon. So we meet again," the turtle king said, smiling. "Last time I fought you your friends nearly took my head off. But not this time. This time I shall triumph!"
"Oh yeah?" Gomamon shot back. "I'd like to see how. I'll get you for drying up my lake!"
The turtle laughed. "I'm sure you will. To show you my power Gomamon, I challenge you to a duel. One attack each. Do you accept?"
Gomamon nodded. "I'll use my own attack."
"And I'll use these." The turtle king went around picking up the fishes' shotguns. "Wait! Before we start, would you like some shrimp?"
Gomamon was about to say yes, but he decided no. "You probably poisoned it," he snapped.
"Poison it? Why would I do that?" the evil king asked innocently. He popped one into his mouth and chewed. "See? I'm-f" his eyes got wide, he gagged, then threw the shrimp up on the ground. "fine."
"Told ya," Gomamon sneered.
"All right, maybe I tainted them a little. But now that's over with so….let the battle begin!"
Gomamon attacked immediately. "Marching fi- oh, dang. I can't use Marching Fishes when all the fish are dead."
The sea turtle king laughed. "Fool. Good-bye Gomamon."
Then he fired the shotguns.
The weird thing was Gomamon didn't feel any heat. He looked up. A cloud of fire had engulfed the turtle king. Gomamon giggled. "Dumb turtle. The guns were waterlogged and they backfired. Guess he's gone now."
That night all the Digidestineds' Digimon were having a party. They had filled the lake back up earlier and now they were having a cookout. Gomamon was the cook.
"What's for dinner?" Patamon asked him.