Camping With The Digimon
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Digimon belongs under the names of Toei and the other big companies.
Author's Note: Another story, another comedy, another laugh . . . And another crazy adventure. What more is there to it? Dedicated to the great summer break I'm about to endure. Yay!!! Well enjoy the show! :)
Summary: A nice and relaxing camping trip. Gathered around the campfire, listening to ghost stories, star gazing, and then sleeping with a bear next to you in the tent. Aaaaaaagggghhhhh!!! Another mischief of brought from the Digimon.
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Chapter One: The Joy of Camping
"Are we there yet?" Armadillomon shouted over.
"No," Beelzemon replied.
" . . . Are we there any closer yet?" Guilmon asked.
"No."
"What about now?" Veemon wondered.
"No."
"Now?" MarineAngemon copied.
"No."
"Is that all you can say, Beelzemon?" Terriermon asked.
"No," Beelzemon answered. "I can also say . . . SHUT THE HELL UP ALL OF YOU OR I'M TURNING THIS BUS AROUND AND DRIVING RIGHT BACK HOME AND WE CAN ALL JUST ROAST MARSHMALLOWS OVER THE KITCHEN STOVE!!!!!!"
That got everyone to become silent with a reply from all of them. "Sorry . . ."
Beelzemon smiled and gave a sigh of relief. "Much better . . ."
On a white bus traveling along the freeway in the middle of nowhere except trees, our young and adventurous Digimon are going on a camping trip. They got all their food supplies (mainly of Guilmon Bread, courtesy of Guilmon of course), canteen drinks, tents, sleeping bags, ice boxes, compasses, and most important of all (to Beelzemon), a new caliber shotgun with a polished wooden hilt bearing the carving of the gun's name, 'Old Betsy'.
"Beelzemon, how much longer?" Cyberdramon asked. "You know that I hate traveling by human made vehicles. It makes me queasy."
"Then why didn't you fly your way here?" Beelzemon asked.
"Veemon put a bet on me saying if I do puke on bus, he gets ten Guilmon Bread from Guilmon and I want to prove him wrong!" Cyberdramon answered.
"Fine. Stupid dragon . . . We'll be there in about five more minutes and then you can puke outside instead of in the bus," Beelzemon replied. "At least that wasn't part of the bet if you puked outside rather than inside the bus."
"Thank you!" Cyberdramon replied, holding his stomach at the same time too. "Oooh, those chili dogs don't agree at the moment . . ."
"Why did I have to be the driver?" Beelzemon sighed.
In the back, Veemon was talking to Armadillomon. "Hey, ten yens that I can shoot this spitball right to the back of Renamon's head without her knowing I did it."
"Deal," Armadillomon said.
Veemon took out his straw, a wad of paper and soaked it in his saliva. He crumpled it into a ball, loaded it, and aimed. Then he inhaled and shot the spitball. It was just right about to hit her behind the head when suddenly . . .
"SWAP!!"
"Veemon, I'll expect you to hide somewhere at the campsite when we get off this bus before I hurt you . . ." Renamon called out, catching the spitball in her hand. "Understood?"
Veemon shook his head, looking stunned. " . . . Yes ma'am."
She turned around and wiped the spitball off and on to Hawkmon's blanket that was covering the sleeping bird. "Eww . . . Why can't Digimon act their own ages?"
Armadillomon sniggered. "Haha, busted. Pay up now . . ."
"You didn't really expect me to pay you, did you?" Veemon asked.
"Well, yeah of course!" Armadillomon replied.
"But I don't have any money," Veemon answered. "But I could always write you an I.O.U. letter."
Armadillomon put his curled up paw into the palm of his paw. "Veemon . . . You better find a better hiding spot now because Renamon isn't going to be the only one after you . . ."
Veemon gulped, suddenly feeling the urge to jump out of the window of the bus.
Soon, five minutes passed and Beelzemon screeched to a halt on the bus' brakes. "Alright! Everybody off the bus! Off the bus! Off the bus now! Scoot!! Scram!! Vamoose!! Shoo!!"
Everyone shuffled and filed out of the bus quickly with their backpacks. Then they took a look at the campsite. It was a large pine acre with trees, a lodge, and a lake behind it. Simple and satisfied, the group gave a hoot and headed to their spot where they would set up their tent.
Guilmon ran past Patamon and stuck a small flag there. "My place!"
Patamon whined. "Awww."
Guilmon then saw another area of land next to his where Patamon_F (the one from the Frontier/ Season 4) was about to reside to but Guilmon stuck another flag there. "Oops! Sorry! My area!"
Beelzemon walked over to Guilmon. "Guilmon, what are you doing? At least share the area. It's not all yours, ya know?"
"I know but I'm making something special and I need a lot of area to make it!" Guilmon said excitedly. "Beelzemon, did you open the back of the bus with the rest of the luggage?"
"Yes and-"
"Thank you!" Guilmon mad dashed toward the bus to get the rest of his stuff, sticking more flags before he left.
"That was odd . . ." Patamon said.
"Guilmon gone nuts," Patamon_F added.
"That bread-eating lizard stuck a flag stake right into my boot!" Beelzemon shouted, with the flag sticking out of his foot. "Okay, nice and easy . . ." He attempted to pull it out of his foot painlessly. "Aaaaarrrrggghhhh . . . OUCH!! GAH!! Oh man that smarts!! Oi, I need to bandage up my foot. Where's the first aid kit anyway?"
Renamon was standing up in the trees and surveying the other Digimon set up their tents. She'd already set up hers swiftly and nicely as she now had extra time. She could even see from high above in the trees Veemon and Hawkmon having a sword duel with sticks instead of setting their tent. Which reminds her to hunt Veemon down for that spitball in the head . . .
"Hey Renamon!"
Renamon snapped out of her deep thinking and looked down to the source of the voice of Cyberdramon.
"Do you see the other bus coming?" Cyberdramon shouted from above.
Renamon took a survey of the plains. "No, they're not here yet."
Cyberdramon sighed. "Strange. Their bus was right behind us the last time I saw it. About ten miles down the road."
"They're probably on their way of course," Renamon replied. "They'll be here. Rika is the only one who knows how to tell good ghost stories around the camp fire."
"Hehe, I could too," Cyberdramon replied, with a glint of something evil under that hard mask of his. "Well I do hope Ryo and the others get here soon. I'm starting to worry . . ."
"Must be a small traffic jam or something," Renamon suggested, as she went back to watching Veemon pretend to play dead with Hawkmon's stick under his arm as an impression of being stabbed.
"Ohhh, you got me!" she heard Veemon said.
"Veemon, stop playing dead and pay my ten yen on that bet on the bus already!" Armadillomon wailed over from his half-made tent.
Meanwhile in a very "small" traffic jam . . . The whole freeway was jammed pack to the bumpers of cars! Miles after cars and more cars lined along the road waiting to get through. This must be the longest traffic jam ever in history next to the world record or something.
"How much have we moved so far?" Kazu asked.
Davis sighed, driving behind the wheel of the bus (even though he's under the illegal age but of course, celebrities can get away from anything . . .). "Do you count moving an inch per hours is fine with you?"
"Dammit I should drive," Kazu replied. "Then we can get moving really fast!"
"Kazu, you're just going to crash us right into that Corvet in front of us," Takato answered.
"Ooh! A Corvet?! Where?!" Kazu immediately jumped out of his seat to see the Corvet.
"Sit down, Goggle-head's friend," Rika said mockingly as she pulled him back down into his seat.
"Fine, fine . . ." Kazu sighed. "I hate this quietness. Practically half of us on the bus are asleep!"
"Don't disturb them!" Davis warned. "If Yolei wakes up in the wrong way, she'll start acting like an old dude who hasn't got his morning coffee . . . Oh wait, more like a bear who hasn't gotten his honey in the morning."
"What? That awful?" Kazu asked.
Davis nodded. "REALLY awful."
Everyone except Kazu, Takato, Davis, and Rika were awake as the others rest on the way to the campsite but there was an exception for another little person to be still awake.
Tommy sat and was playing on his Gameboy as a 18-wheeler truck came up, side-by-side to the bus. Tommy noticed it and waved at the driver and signaled something. The truck driver at first didn't understand but then realized what the child wanted. He grabbed a long dangling rope inside the truck that was connected to the roof of the truck and got a good grip of it to do his best as he-
"HHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!"
Everyone nearly jumped out of their seat from their slumber or either got a heart attack or panic attack but the worst was yet to come . . .
Suddenly the bear woke up.
"DAVIS!!!"
"Aw shit! Yolei's awake!" Davis screamed. "It's not my fault the truck driver honked!! Yolei!!! Agh!!"
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Poor Davis. Hehe, it was a short and brief chapter but soon to have more updated real soon. Well I got to go write more so see you later and remember, please recycle and review.
Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. Digimon belongs under the names of Toei and the other big companies.
Author's Note: Another story, another comedy, another laugh . . . And another crazy adventure. What more is there to it? Dedicated to the great summer break I'm about to endure. Yay!!! Well enjoy the show! :)
Summary: A nice and relaxing camping trip. Gathered around the campfire, listening to ghost stories, star gazing, and then sleeping with a bear next to you in the tent. Aaaaaaagggghhhhh!!! Another mischief of brought from the Digimon.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ *~*~*~*~
Chapter One: The Joy of Camping
"Are we there yet?" Armadillomon shouted over.
"No," Beelzemon replied.
" . . . Are we there any closer yet?" Guilmon asked.
"No."
"What about now?" Veemon wondered.
"No."
"Now?" MarineAngemon copied.
"No."
"Is that all you can say, Beelzemon?" Terriermon asked.
"No," Beelzemon answered. "I can also say . . . SHUT THE HELL UP ALL OF YOU OR I'M TURNING THIS BUS AROUND AND DRIVING RIGHT BACK HOME AND WE CAN ALL JUST ROAST MARSHMALLOWS OVER THE KITCHEN STOVE!!!!!!"
That got everyone to become silent with a reply from all of them. "Sorry . . ."
Beelzemon smiled and gave a sigh of relief. "Much better . . ."
On a white bus traveling along the freeway in the middle of nowhere except trees, our young and adventurous Digimon are going on a camping trip. They got all their food supplies (mainly of Guilmon Bread, courtesy of Guilmon of course), canteen drinks, tents, sleeping bags, ice boxes, compasses, and most important of all (to Beelzemon), a new caliber shotgun with a polished wooden hilt bearing the carving of the gun's name, 'Old Betsy'.
"Beelzemon, how much longer?" Cyberdramon asked. "You know that I hate traveling by human made vehicles. It makes me queasy."
"Then why didn't you fly your way here?" Beelzemon asked.
"Veemon put a bet on me saying if I do puke on bus, he gets ten Guilmon Bread from Guilmon and I want to prove him wrong!" Cyberdramon answered.
"Fine. Stupid dragon . . . We'll be there in about five more minutes and then you can puke outside instead of in the bus," Beelzemon replied. "At least that wasn't part of the bet if you puked outside rather than inside the bus."
"Thank you!" Cyberdramon replied, holding his stomach at the same time too. "Oooh, those chili dogs don't agree at the moment . . ."
"Why did I have to be the driver?" Beelzemon sighed.
In the back, Veemon was talking to Armadillomon. "Hey, ten yens that I can shoot this spitball right to the back of Renamon's head without her knowing I did it."
"Deal," Armadillomon said.
Veemon took out his straw, a wad of paper and soaked it in his saliva. He crumpled it into a ball, loaded it, and aimed. Then he inhaled and shot the spitball. It was just right about to hit her behind the head when suddenly . . .
"SWAP!!"
"Veemon, I'll expect you to hide somewhere at the campsite when we get off this bus before I hurt you . . ." Renamon called out, catching the spitball in her hand. "Understood?"
Veemon shook his head, looking stunned. " . . . Yes ma'am."
She turned around and wiped the spitball off and on to Hawkmon's blanket that was covering the sleeping bird. "Eww . . . Why can't Digimon act their own ages?"
Armadillomon sniggered. "Haha, busted. Pay up now . . ."
"You didn't really expect me to pay you, did you?" Veemon asked.
"Well, yeah of course!" Armadillomon replied.
"But I don't have any money," Veemon answered. "But I could always write you an I.O.U. letter."
Armadillomon put his curled up paw into the palm of his paw. "Veemon . . . You better find a better hiding spot now because Renamon isn't going to be the only one after you . . ."
Veemon gulped, suddenly feeling the urge to jump out of the window of the bus.
Soon, five minutes passed and Beelzemon screeched to a halt on the bus' brakes. "Alright! Everybody off the bus! Off the bus! Off the bus now! Scoot!! Scram!! Vamoose!! Shoo!!"
Everyone shuffled and filed out of the bus quickly with their backpacks. Then they took a look at the campsite. It was a large pine acre with trees, a lodge, and a lake behind it. Simple and satisfied, the group gave a hoot and headed to their spot where they would set up their tent.
Guilmon ran past Patamon and stuck a small flag there. "My place!"
Patamon whined. "Awww."
Guilmon then saw another area of land next to his where Patamon_F (the one from the Frontier/ Season 4) was about to reside to but Guilmon stuck another flag there. "Oops! Sorry! My area!"
Beelzemon walked over to Guilmon. "Guilmon, what are you doing? At least share the area. It's not all yours, ya know?"
"I know but I'm making something special and I need a lot of area to make it!" Guilmon said excitedly. "Beelzemon, did you open the back of the bus with the rest of the luggage?"
"Yes and-"
"Thank you!" Guilmon mad dashed toward the bus to get the rest of his stuff, sticking more flags before he left.
"That was odd . . ." Patamon said.
"Guilmon gone nuts," Patamon_F added.
"That bread-eating lizard stuck a flag stake right into my boot!" Beelzemon shouted, with the flag sticking out of his foot. "Okay, nice and easy . . ." He attempted to pull it out of his foot painlessly. "Aaaaarrrrggghhhh . . . OUCH!! GAH!! Oh man that smarts!! Oi, I need to bandage up my foot. Where's the first aid kit anyway?"
Renamon was standing up in the trees and surveying the other Digimon set up their tents. She'd already set up hers swiftly and nicely as she now had extra time. She could even see from high above in the trees Veemon and Hawkmon having a sword duel with sticks instead of setting their tent. Which reminds her to hunt Veemon down for that spitball in the head . . .
"Hey Renamon!"
Renamon snapped out of her deep thinking and looked down to the source of the voice of Cyberdramon.
"Do you see the other bus coming?" Cyberdramon shouted from above.
Renamon took a survey of the plains. "No, they're not here yet."
Cyberdramon sighed. "Strange. Their bus was right behind us the last time I saw it. About ten miles down the road."
"They're probably on their way of course," Renamon replied. "They'll be here. Rika is the only one who knows how to tell good ghost stories around the camp fire."
"Hehe, I could too," Cyberdramon replied, with a glint of something evil under that hard mask of his. "Well I do hope Ryo and the others get here soon. I'm starting to worry . . ."
"Must be a small traffic jam or something," Renamon suggested, as she went back to watching Veemon pretend to play dead with Hawkmon's stick under his arm as an impression of being stabbed.
"Ohhh, you got me!" she heard Veemon said.
"Veemon, stop playing dead and pay my ten yen on that bet on the bus already!" Armadillomon wailed over from his half-made tent.
Meanwhile in a very "small" traffic jam . . . The whole freeway was jammed pack to the bumpers of cars! Miles after cars and more cars lined along the road waiting to get through. This must be the longest traffic jam ever in history next to the world record or something.
"How much have we moved so far?" Kazu asked.
Davis sighed, driving behind the wheel of the bus (even though he's under the illegal age but of course, celebrities can get away from anything . . .). "Do you count moving an inch per hours is fine with you?"
"Dammit I should drive," Kazu replied. "Then we can get moving really fast!"
"Kazu, you're just going to crash us right into that Corvet in front of us," Takato answered.
"Ooh! A Corvet?! Where?!" Kazu immediately jumped out of his seat to see the Corvet.
"Sit down, Goggle-head's friend," Rika said mockingly as she pulled him back down into his seat.
"Fine, fine . . ." Kazu sighed. "I hate this quietness. Practically half of us on the bus are asleep!"
"Don't disturb them!" Davis warned. "If Yolei wakes up in the wrong way, she'll start acting like an old dude who hasn't got his morning coffee . . . Oh wait, more like a bear who hasn't gotten his honey in the morning."
"What? That awful?" Kazu asked.
Davis nodded. "REALLY awful."
Everyone except Kazu, Takato, Davis, and Rika were awake as the others rest on the way to the campsite but there was an exception for another little person to be still awake.
Tommy sat and was playing on his Gameboy as a 18-wheeler truck came up, side-by-side to the bus. Tommy noticed it and waved at the driver and signaled something. The truck driver at first didn't understand but then realized what the child wanted. He grabbed a long dangling rope inside the truck that was connected to the roof of the truck and got a good grip of it to do his best as he-
"HHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!"
Everyone nearly jumped out of their seat from their slumber or either got a heart attack or panic attack but the worst was yet to come . . .
Suddenly the bear woke up.
"DAVIS!!!"
"Aw shit! Yolei's awake!" Davis screamed. "It's not my fault the truck driver honked!! Yolei!!! Agh!!"
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Poor Davis. Hehe, it was a short and brief chapter but soon to have more updated real soon. Well I got to go write more so see you later and remember, please recycle and review.