What misfortunes are in store here?!
Let's find out...
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BlackGuilmon entered the meeting room at Town Hall with a happy smile on his face.
Hold on, that can't be right...
BlackGuilmon entered the meeting room at Town Hall with a MISERABLE FROWN on his face.
Better...
"Hello, everyone..." BlackGuilmon grumbled, taking his seat at the table. "I noticed a few members aren't present, so we'll have to start without them. Flara, what's the first thing on our agenda?"
Flara checked her clipboard. "Let's see...We have an Apology from Velene, Gallantmon, Dynasmon and Duftmon for not being here since they're practicing the scene with the angel and the shepherds..."
BlackGuilmon nodded. "Good, good..."
"And...there's this..." Flara said, showing BlackGuilmon the clipboard.
"I see..." BlackGuilmon grumbled.
Flara sighed. "So, how shall I say it?"
"Do what you must..." BlackGuilmon muttered, rubbing his head. "I'm just waiting for the reaction..."
Flara nodded. "Right, right..."
"So, who else isn't here today, Mrs. Flara?" Growly asked.
Flara sighed. "Well, we have a note from Velene saying that she, Gallantmon, Dynasmon, and Duftmon couldn't be here today because they're practicing their scene."
Growly scratched his head. "Didn't you say that before?"
"I am... I'm just building the suspense..." Flara muttered.
"What suspense?" Asked a confused Growly.
Flara continued. "And we have a note from the last meeting saying that SkullSatamon couldn't be with us today..."
Growly nodded. "Okay." He paused. Frowned. "Wait..."
There was one small thing wrong with that statement...
"Why can't I be with you?" SkullSatamon asked in a hurt tone of voice from his seat beside Growly. "What did I do?!"
Bingo, he's here...
Growly glared at SkullSatamon. "You idiot, you SAID you couldn't be here with us today!"
SkullSatamon blinked. "I did? Where am I meant to be then?"
"Tibet, Brazil, Africa, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune, Pluto... WHO CARES?!?!?" BlackGuilmon snapped. "Why not go to the Moon, Mercury, Mars, Jupiter or Venus!??!"
"Why do you want me to visit the Sailor Scouts?" SkullSatamon asked.
BlackGuilmon slapped his face. "I should have seen that coming..."
SkullSatamon snapped his fingers. "Ah... Of course, I just remembered. I can't be here on the second meeting for next year's play."
Growly stared at him before glancing at Eva. "Do you love me, even though I have a flat face?"
Eva blinked. "Yes... but what flat face?"
"This flat face..." Growly replied before slamming his face onto the table.
Eva sweatdropped.
"Is he examining the wood grain?" SkullSatamon asked, slamming his face into the table as well.
Eva sweatdropped even more.
Craniummon tapped the table. "So, you can't come to the second meeting of next year's play?"
SkullSatamon nodded. "Yes, that's right. I have to do something important!"
"And what's that?" Craniummon asked.
"What's what?" SkullSatamon asked.
"Never mind..." Craniummon grumbled.
BlackGuilmon shook his head. "Regardless, let's move on... Second part of the agenda is about the Three Wise King's gifts to Jesus. Now, does anyone know what the three gifts are?"
"Well, I think that one of the gifts the Kings were carrying was gold..." Omnimon noted.
"All thanks to me..." Magnamon grumbled. "Me... used as one of the King's gifts...how hilarious..."
UlforceVeedramon scratched his head. "And I THINK that one of the other Kings brought a myth as a gift..."
Sleipmon shook his head. "It was MYRRH, you idiot."
UlforceVeedramon blinked. "Oh... and a frankenstein..."
"FRANKINCENSE!!!" Sleipmon snapped.
"What's a frankincense?" Magnamon asked.
"It's Frankenstein's license," SkullSatamon explained. His license to drive, to buy guns, to kill..."
"I wonder how strong this table is..." Sleipmon muttered. He slammed his head onto the table. "Pretty... hard..."
Magnamon sweatdropped. "I think I'll turn to the voice of sanity..." He turned to Alphamon. "So, what's frankincense, sir? And myrrh, too, while I'm asking."
Alphamon leaned back in his chair. Well, myrrh is a red-brown resinous material, the dried sap of the tree Commiphora myrrha, native to Somalia and the eastern parts of Ethiopia, while frankincense is an aromatic resin obtained from trees of the genus Boswellia, particularly Boswellia sacra. It's mostly used in incense as well as in perfumes."
Magnamon blinked. "Wow, Alphamon sir. You're very smart and much more knowledgeable than Craniummon..."
"Care to rephrase that...?" Craniummon asked casually, holding his double-bladed weapon to Magnamon's neck.
Magnamon sweatdropped. "Erm... can't you take a joke...?"
"Do the words 'God's Waltz' mean anything to you?" Craniummon asked.
Alphamon rolled his eyes. "Enough, you two..."
Eva rubbed her head. "So, are you suggesting two of the Knights should carry real myrrh and frakincense or just pretend?"
"Pretend..." BlackGuilmon simply said. "Along with the gold..."
Craniummon shook his head. "No, no, no... Let's have real gold... I'll gladly carry Magnamon across the field as a Wise King!"
Magnamon looked horrified. "WAIT! I WAS JUST JOKING!!! HAVE MERCY!!!!!!"
BlackGuilmon rolled his eyes. "Fine... you can do that if you want to, Craniummon..."
"Excellent news!" Craniummon chuckled.
Magnamon fell to his knees. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
And these guys are part of the elite group that defends the Digital World?" Flara asked, glancing at Alphamon.
Alphamon sighed. "Craniummon's patience has limits, just like mine..."
"Moving on..." BlackGuilmon muttered.
Magnamon got back into his seat, trembling. "This is pure horror... I need something to calm my nerves..."
"Why don't you watch Care Bears or My Little Pony?" SkullSatamon asked. "I used to watch them on TV before I started trying them on my DVD player."
Growly blinked. "You have a DVD player?"
SkullSatamon nodded. "Yeah, it works very well when I plug it into my radio!"
Growly nodded. "Oh..." There was a pause. Growly blinked. "You...plugged your DVD player...into your radio..."
SkullSatamon nodded. "Of course!"
"But, if it wouldn't work with a video recorder, what makes you think it works well with a DVD player?" Eva asked. "How could that possibly work?!"
"Simple... I once played Disney's Bambi DVD on the player, and somehow I got to the scene with Little April Showers!" SkullSatamon said.
BlackGuilmon rolled his eyes. "Oh really? And what are the lyrics to Little April Showers...?"
SkullSatamon blinked. "Lyrics?"
BlackGuilmon glared at the idiot. "Yes, lyrics... Little April Showers is a song! What were the lyrics!?"
SkullSatamon scratched his head. "Well, usually... they kind of change every time I listen to them. The first time it was Hot and Sunny in Brazil while the time after that was Rainy in England." They all groaned.
Eva shook her head. "Since when does Bambi have a weather forecast?!"
"Since SkullSatamon tried playing it," Sleipmon said with a sigh.
"I also played Lion King, which has a scene about two guys talking about the results of basketball, English football and other sports!" SkullSatamon added.
Growly groaned. "One minute you're down, the next you're even lower..."
"I envy Velene and other Knights...none of them are here..." Flara muttered.
"I think we ALL envy them..." Eva added.
UlforceVeedramon nodded. "I know, I wish I was there to join them and practice my acting skills!"
"What acting skills?!" Magnamon asked. "You couldn't act your way out of a paper bag!"
"I think that happened once..." Omnimon muttered. He nodded."Yes, it did... Anyone like to hear about it?"
UlforceVeedramon sweatdropped. "No thanks..."
"Go ahead! We need to cheer up!" Growly said.
"Well, not all of us..." Flara muttered, glancing at a groaning UlforceVeedramon.
Omnimon leaned back in his seat. "The story is simple. UlforceVeedramon once tried to commit suicide by putting a paper bag over his head while Dynasmon was giving a speech with a megaphone... and singing the Circle of Life."
"Too bad it didn't work... because of his face armour, the bag couldn't reach down to his nose and mouth!" Sleipmon added.
"Then Lord Alphamon walked into the room, saved the day by blasting the megaphone away, and turned to UlforceVeedramon, asking why he had a paper bag over his head," Omnimon finished. "What was his excuse again, sir?"
Alphamon chuckled. "He said he was pretending to be Solid Snake..."
BlackGuilmon scoffed. "Solid Snake!? More like Flimsy Bag!"
UlforceVeedramon rose to his feet, a furious look on his face. "HEY!!! I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW MY EXCUSE WAS PERFECT! ALPHAMON DIDN"T QUESTION ME ANY FURTHER!"
"That's because he was busy laughing at your poor excuse!" Magnamon snapped. "I swear... I'm glad Alphamon and Omnimon are the leaders of the Royal Knights. If you were in charge, UlforceVeedramon, I would be begging the Seven Demon Lords to let me join them."
"What if I was the leader?" Craniummon asked.
Magnamon sweatdropped. "I would rather not answer...so..." He ran out of the room. "I'M OFF TO PROTECT JADEN YUKI FROM THE MERCENARIES! BYE!!!"
"GET BACK HERE!!!" Craniummon yelled, chasing after Magnamon.
BlackGuilmon sighed. "Flara, write this down. Magnamon left to deal with some mercenaries. Craniummon was chasing after his gold."
Flara sweatdropped. "O...K..."
Sleipmon sighed. "I really hope Velene and the other Knights are having better luck than us..."
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On the floor above the meeting room, Velene stood and addressed the actors who were playing the Shepherds as they sat around her. There were the three Royal Knights; Gallantmon, Dynasmon and Duftmon, as well as two extra Digimon; a Labramon and (he's not escaping this year's play, folks!) Inumon.
"Curse you, author..." Inumon whined.
Labramon rolled her eyes. "Oh, grow up..."
Gallantmon bowed his head in respect to Velene. "OK, Lady Velene. We're ready to begin practicing."
Duftmon rolled his eyes. "Lady Velene... Geez, you're SO gallant..."
"Is that why he's called Gallantmon?" Dynasmon wondered.
Gallantmon sighed and ignored the peanut gallery. "Lady Velene, you may begin..."
Velene smiled. "Thank you, Gallantmon. Now, this is very simple. We're practicing the scene where the Angel of the Lord appears in front of the Shepherds."
Dynasmon rubbed his claws together eagerly. "Well, this won't take too long!"
"Are you sure...?" Duftmon muttered.
Velene giggled. "OK... Now, imagine you're in the fields, tending to your herds, with no idea that the Angel of the Lord is about to visit you. Maybe you guys can make some small talk before I step in?"
Dynasmon nodded. "No problem, no problem! Hello, Shepperds! Would you like to hear any more of my speeches?"
Velene sweatdropped. "Erm..."
Duftmon shook his head rapidly. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no and no!"
"Is he trying to say 'no' or something?" Inumon asked dryly.
Labramon sweatdropped.
"Dynasmon, don't do this... I'm begging you... DO NOT DO THIS!!!" Gallantmon snapped.
"Maybe I should step in now..." Velene muttered.
Duftmon glanced at Gallantmon. "Maybe we should leave and say we're going to protect Jaden Yuki from the mercenaries?"
"NO! I'm not using that poor excuse!" Gallantmon snapped. He glared at Dynasmon. "Look... we'd rather not hear any of your speeches, friend. How about we have a more sensible discussion?"
Dynasmon nodded. "OK... I have one in mind..." He narrowed his eyes, glaring at Labramon. "Now, who are you and where did you come from?"
Labramon sweatdropped even more.
Duftmon rolled his eyes. "Great... an interrogator shepherd... how unusual..."
"Not from Dynasmon, it's not..." Gallantmon grumbled.
"Are you the Labramon from Silesia world or the Labramon that got his head shot off by VenomMyotismon's attack?" Dynasmon asked.
"Neither, I live here..." Labramon said. "I'm the Town Hall's guard dog's son's cousin's half-brother's next door neighbor's sister-in-law's wife."
Dynasmon nodded. "Good. Glad we got that sorted out.
Gallantmon and Duftmon facefaulted.
Velene shook her head. "He works here! He just made that up!"
"Who said I made it up?" Labramon asked.
Velene's response?
She took off her sandals and stepped onto a chair. "And, lo, an Angel of the Lord appeared before them!"
"With smelly footpaws?" Dynasmon asked.
(CLANG!!!)
Gallantmon grumbled, rubbing his shield. "Continue, ma'am..."
Velene was fuming. "Thank... you... Gallantmon..." She took a deep breath. "Now..."
"Ah, madam Velene..." Duftmon spoke up. "Shall I prompt you for this, seeing as you're playing the angel?"
Velene shrugged. "Sure, but I know the lines, so I don't think that's necessary."
"Just in case..." Duftmon reasoned, picking up the script.
Velene coughed. Right. 'Be not afraid, for I am an Angel of the Lord and I bring you glad tidings of great joy.'" She paused dramatically for effect.
However...
"For tonight in the city of David..." Duftmon started, reading from the script.
"No, no, no, no!" Velene shouted. "That was a pause! A dramatic pause, didn't you see it?!"
"Well, it didn't look like a pause..." Duftmon said gruffly. "It looked like you'd forgotten your lines.
Velene ignored him and started over. "'For I am an Angel of the Lord and I bring you GLAD tidings of GREAT joy'..." Once again, she made a dramatic pause.
Again, Duftmon read from the script. "For tonight in the city..."
"NO!!!" Velene snapped. "That's the pause! That's the pause!!!!"
"I thought you were pausing, but then you paused a bit longer than you did the first time, so I thought you'd stopped pausing and just forgotten it," Duftmon said apologetically.
"WHAT!?" Gallantmon asked, looking totally confused.
"I think your explanation of being the Town Hall's guard dog's son's cousin's half-brother's next door neighbor's sister-in-law's wife makes more sense than what he said..." Inumon said.
Labramon sweatdropped. "Thanks... I think..."
Velene sighed, stepping off the chair and taking the script from Duftmon's hands. "Right! Okay, look! I'm just going to go back to the beginning, all right? And you five just don't say anything, ALL RIGHT?!"
"We won't say anything!" Labramon swiftly promised.
Gallantmon nodded. "That's right! Nothing at all!"
Inumon blinked. "What? Not even our lines?"
"YES!!! YOUR LINES!!! YES, YOUR LINES!!!" Velene screamed.
Duftmon shook his head. "We need a prompt to do that!"
Velene hissed. "FINE!" She shoved the script into Dynasmon's claws. "Well then, DYNASMON can prompt me, can't he?"
Duftmon nodded. "Yes."
"Right!" Velene snarled, getting back on the chair. "Thank you!"
Dynasmon coughed, glancing at the script. "Right..."
"She's not very angelic, is she?" Inumon whispered.
Labramon sweatdropped. "Can't wait for the actual play to start..." She wiped some sweat from her brow. "And I'm seriously getting tired of sweatdropping every time something stupid happens..."
"Well, I think another one is coming up..." Inumon whispered back.
"And LO!!!!" Velene forced her words, looking very annoyed as she stood high on the chair. "An Angel of the Lord appeared before them!"
"Be not afraid!" Dynasmon read from the script.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" Velene roared, getting off the seat and looming over the terrified Royal Knights. "BE AFRAID!!!!! BE... VERY... AFRAID!!!!!!!!!"
Labramon sweatdropped. "I see your point..."
Inumon sighed.
"I think I annoyed her too much..." Duftmon whimpered in fright.
Gallantmon glared at Duftmon. "You think..." He paused. "Hold on, I'll deal with this..." He stood up. "Lady Velene, please calm yourself. There's no-"
"SHOULD I CALM DOWN!?!?!?" Velene snarled.
"Sorry to bother you, ma'am..." Gallantmon said timidly, hiding behind Dynasmon.
Dynasmon blinked. "That was quick... so, shall we use the mercenary excuse?"
"NO!!!!" Gallantmon snapped.
Dynasmon shrugged. "Just checking..."
Labramon sweatdropped again. "I've got to get out of here before someone nickname me as the Sweatdropping Puppy..."
Inumon shrugged. "It's not that bad..."
Velene sighed. "And lo..."
"An Angel of the Lord appeared before them..." Dynasmon said.
Velene's face went red with fury.
Duftmon gulped. "I thought Dynasmon saying her footpaws stank would anger her, but I think this works just as well."
Gallantmon sighed. "Explosion in three, two, o-" He blinked. "Dynasmon, Duftmon... where did you go?"
"OFF TO DEAL WITH THE MERCENARIES THREATENING JADEN YUKI!!!" Dynasmon and Duftmon called from outside the room.
Gallantmon sighed. "One..."
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Velene roared at the top of her lungs.
"I though she was a vixen, not a lioness!" Labramon said, turning white and shaking like a leaf.
"N-N-N-N-N-N-N-N-No c-c-c-c-c-comment..." Inumon said, turning white and shaking as well.
Gallantmon rubbed his ears. "This is fun... Can't wait for the end result..."
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Back in the meeting room...
"Did you hear that?" Eva asked, her ears perking up.
Flara sighed. "Either Velene's temper's reached its breaking point or a roaring tornado is heading this way..."
UlforceVeedramon shook his head. "No, we don't get tornados around here anymore. They were scared off by BlackGuilmon."
Flara blinked. "I find it highly improbable for tornadoes to be scared away by anything."
"Not with me around, it isn't!" BlackGuilmon snapped, waving his giant pencil in the air.
Flara and Eva sweatdropped.
Duftmon and Dynasmon burst into the room, Dynasmon slamming the door shut behind him. "That was close..."
Duftmon panted. "We've... We've unleashed a monster..."
"Well, Velene is a Vulpix, which is a Pokemon, short for Pocket Monster so..." SkullSatamon started.
"THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT!!!" Duftmon snapped.
Dynasmon gasped in horror. "Oh no! We left Gallantmon behind!"
Duftmon sweatdropped. "Oh dear... Poor thing..."
"I think we should give a eulogy in his honor...now, where'd I put that megaphone?" Dynasmon wondered.
Sleipmon rolled his eyes. "Oh, great... Well, it's a good thing Crusadermon isn't here or you'd see me slamming my head into the wall..."
"I already did... FIVE TIMES!" BlackGuilmon snapped.
Dynasmon tapped his chin. "How about I make one anyway? Without a megaphone, if I have to."
"You?!" Duftmon asked incredulously. He shrugged. "Sure, why not? This I got to see..."
Dynasmon coughed. "Right... Gallantmon, a noble warrior and gentleman... Nice knowing you, goodbye."
Duftmon blinked. "You know, that was actually better than most of Crusadermon's poems... and that's saying something..."
Sleipmon nodded. "I agree... it's a work of art."
"How many times have you rammed your head into that wall?!" Omnimon asked.
Sleipmon smiled sheepishly. "Lost count after... 700 times..."
Dynasmon glanced around. "Hey, weren't Craniummon and Magnamon here as well?"
"They had to leave pretty quickly..." Alphamon said. "Magnamon left to deal with some mercenaries and Craniummon is after his gold..."
Duftmon blinked. "Erm... what?"
"DUFTMON!!! DYNASMON!!!" Screamed Velene. "GET BACK HERE!!! WE NEED TO FINISH THE SCENE!!"
Dynasmon paled. "Ah, sir...if you see Velene, tell her we're busy protecting Jaden from mercenaries..." He dashed out of the room.
Duftmon nodded. "Yes! They're very deadly mercenaries! They were sent by Kaibacorp!" With that, he followed Dynasmon out of the room.
Alphamon sighed. "It'll soon be time..."
Omnimon blinked. "Time? Time for what?"
"Time for you and the others to think up a better excuse..." Alphamon said. "Sooner or later, the mercenary excuse will get stale."
"NOT IF WE HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT!!!" UlforceVeedramon and Sleipmon declared proudly.
Omnimon sweatdropped. "Not helping, you two..."
"This Christmas play could will either be a major hit... or a major disaster..." BlackGuilmon muttered. "Looking forward to it... Next!"
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Next chapter... the cast continues to practise their scenes!
That's usually equals to problems, right?
Until next time, see ya!