This chapter features bad dancing, a terrible drawing, and the precious 02 gang! I hope you all enjoy this little chapter and don't forget to leave a review afterwards!

-X-

The final bell rang and everyone sighed in relief after the long day they've had. Miyako was hoping that the stress of her day was finally over until she reached into her bag to retrieve her phone. Her eyes widened when she only grabbed air.

From a few seats away, Junpei watched as she frantically started rummaging around in her bag, tossing random items out. It wasn't unusual to watch the hyperactive girl do something hyperactive but to have such disregard for her personal belongings seemed rather odd.

"What is she doing?" Ryo inquired.

Junpei shrugged. "Who knows? Maybe she lost something."

Miyako seemed to have heard them and threw her glasses case at the Warrior of Thunder. "I'm looking for my phone if you're so curious! Did either of you see it lying around here? My mom would kill me if she found out I lost it."

"You didn't have to throw your case at me," Junpei muttered.

"When and where was the last place you used it?" Ryo asked.

Miyako took a few moments to think about it before slamming her fist onto her desk, surprising the two boys and the rest of the class. "I was in Daisuke's room!" she shouted. "That idiot! Every single time I go in there, I lose something!"

"What were you doing at Daisuke's place anyway?" Junpei asked.

"I left my jacket there from the time I visited before," Miyako told them before shoving everything back into her bag. "I'll see you guys tomorrow!" She zipped past them and they simply watched her run off, presumably to grab Daisuke and pull him out of soccer club.

"How does she know that it's because of Daisuke's room and not because of her own forgetfulness?" Ryo chuckled. "She forgot that tomorrow is Saturday."

"She also forgot her glasses case," Junpei muttered, holding up the projectile. "I suppose I'll take just ask Hikari to return it to her."

-X-

Iori stopped in front of the Motomiya resident's door at the same time Ken did. "So I'm guessing Miyako sent you a message on your D-Terminal too?" the younger boy inquired.

Ken nodded. "She's always forgetting stuff at his place."

The two of them rang on the doorbell and waited for Daisuke's older sister to let them in as per usual. Jun knew exactly why the two of them were there considering Miyako was in her brother's room tearing it apart. It was also the third time this week that Miyako had lost something in their apartment. It had almost become a ritual of sorts.

As soon as Ken and Iori stepped in front of Daisuke's room, they heard Miyako scream and a flying piece of white fabric hit Ken in the face.

"What the–?" Ken muttered before realizing it was Daisuke's underwear. "Oh gross!" He flung it back into the room and it landed on top of Daisuke's head.

"Hey, you don't have to sound so mean!" Daisuke huffed. "Besides, it's only been sitting around for two days."

"And by that, he means ten days!" Chibimon chimed in.

Daisuke gave his partner a bop on the head before continuing to look around his mess of a room for Miyako's phone. The four of them and their Digimon partners just kept rummaging around without any success but then Iori noticed something on the floor.

The youngest of them picked up a folded piece of paper he found underneath an empty pizza box. He unfolded it and stared at the crude picture drawn on it for a long time. "Hey Daisuke, isn't this the picture you drew for Mr. Ishida?"

They paused and noticed that he was holding up a drawn picture of UltraAngemon, a figment of Daisuke's imagination. It was basically a fake Digimon he had created, thinking that it would be the evolution of Veemon so that he could one-up Takeru and Angemon.

Miyako grabbed it before Daisuke could and began laughing loudly. "I remember this! When Gennai turned our memories into that television show, Yamato's dad asked for you to draw an image of this to put in it!"

After their final battle, the governments wanted to cover up the stories about digital monsters so Gennai decided to help. Koushiro came up with this theory that unless you were directly involved, you wouldn't believe such an absurd and illogical event had occurred so by feeding the public enough lies, they will soon believe it as the truth. That was how their lives were turned into a television show and Hiroaki Ishida became the executive producer.

It was a good thing they knew someone who worked for a television network and was willing to help them out. It was also a good thing the president of the company thought it would be a great idea and put it on air.

"Oh yeah," Ken nodded with a chuckle. "You asked to skip that episode since it was really embarrassing but Yamato's father argued that it needed to be in the show since viewers would wonder where ExVeemon came from without it."

"I still wish they skipped over it," Daisuke muttered. "Hikari gave me an earful about forcing Veemon to evolve just to impress her. And it was even more embarrassing when I was told that I had to draw that picture. Everyone knows I'm a terrible artist!"

Miyako held it high in the air. "It does capture the quality of your imagination quite nicely though."

"Hey!"

"Didn't they make a lot of changes to that episode in America?" Minomon asked.

"Right, like they didn't show Tortamon peeing," Poromon nodded.

"They changed UltraAngemon's name too," Upamon added.

Miyako started snickering. "Wasn't it something really lame like MegaDancermon?"

"It was because earlier in that episode, they were talking about how Hikari was a great dancer and how Gatomon loves to dance as well," Ken said. "So Veemon, in the English dub, said he wanted to evolve into a great dancing Digimon."

Even though Daisuke knew that they were talking about how the television network in America decided to portray Veemon, he still felt the need to defend his partner. "Well even if he was MegaDancermon, he would have some really cool hip-hop and break dancing moves!"

"Yeah!" Chibimon agreed. "Wait, what's break dancing?"

Daisuke grinned. "You know, it's something like this!" He got down to the filthy floor and try to do some sort of spin on his head but ended up crashing into his bed causing everyone to laugh at him. He would've felt embarrassed if he didn't think it was funny too.

"No way, as if he would do something like that!" Miyako scoffed. "Since Hikari was taking ballet at the time, it's obvious he would do something like a pirouette! I can imagine it right now." She suddenly did a twirl on one leg to which everyone tried not to laugh at although she didn't seem to mind if they did.

"Although in Veemon's wild imagination, weren't he and Gatomon ballroom dancing?" Iori brought up.

"That's true," Ken nodded. "I definitely remember them doing the tango."

Miyako grinned mischievously. "Then why don't you two demonstrate it?"

"Eh?"

Daisuke nodded eagerly. "Yeah, we shouldn't be the only ones dancing!"

"Eh?!"

Miyako grabbed Iori while Daisuke took hold of Ken and they pushed their two hostages together. "Now dance!" they both commanded as they spun the two of them around. When the two of them stopped, they both shot glares at Daisuke and Miyako who were both laughing hysterically.

"Don't do that!" Ken snapped before bursting into fits of laughter along with Iori.

"What kind of attack moves would MegaDancermon even have?" Miyako laughed.

"Maybe something like Ultra Mega Dancer Kick!" Daisuke said while cracking up.

It wasn't long before even the Digimon joined in; portraying dance moves they learned in the Digital World as well as silly attack names and how they would be performed. They spent the rest of their day in Daisuke's room, fooling around, putting on little dance shows before Jun reminded them that they still had their homework to do.

Everyone who didn't live in the Motomiya household packed up their things and left in a hurry but not without saying goodbye to their leader and friend. Since Ken had moved from Tamachi, he lived in the same apartment building as the other two so they all went the same way, saving them the trouble of having to separate until they made it to their building.

"You know, I don't even remember what we were doing at Daisuke's place," Poromon pointed out.

"Neither do I," Upamon yawned. "But I don't really care at the moment, I just want to go home and have dinner because I'm starving."

"You're always starving," Iori chuckled.

Miyako slapped her forehead. "I completely forgot! We were looking for my cell phone because I lost it in Daisuke's room. It's like the Bermuda Triangle in there, what enters, does not come out. Maybe I should stop visiting."

"What are you talking about?" Minomon said. "We had a lot of fun in there today. Isn't that all that matters?"

"And you can always buy a new phone," Ken added.

"My mom would kill me before I could," Miyako groaned.

Iori felt like slapping his forehead as well when he pulled out his own phone and handed it over to the older girl. "Why don't you try calling it? It might be too late to get it back but Daisuke could probably find it and return it to you tomorrow."

"Oh, yeah!" Miyako lit up. "I'm so stupid! How could I not think of that earlier? I guess that's why you inherited the Digimental of Knowledge."

Miyako immediately called her number and waited for someone to pick up. After the first two rings, she heard someone pick up on the other side but it definitely was not Daisuke. "Chizuru? Is that you? Why do you have my phone?" she asked.

"Huh?" her older sister replied. "You left it at home this morning because you were running late. Don't tell me you forgot!"

There was a long pause as Miyako let this sink in. She hung up on her sister and gave the phone back to Iori. "Apparently, it was never lost in Daisuke's room, it was at my place the entire time," she admitted sheepishly. "Sorry for dragging you guys on that wild goose chase."

"That's fine," Ken sighed. "Besides, it was fun for the most part. Not worrying about wild Digimon entering our world and causing damage but instead, being silly. It kind of felt like old times, before meeting those other DigiDestined, not that I don't enjoy in their company."

"That's true," Iori nodded. "It was definitely a lot of fun. I don't think I've ever seen Ken laugh so much."

Miyako giggled as Ken blushed. "Well, thanks for wasting so much of a day with me. I don't think I know any other friends who would be willing to spend the day doing nothing productive. You guys really are the best!"

"Just try not to lose or forget something again," Ken advised.

"No problem!" Miyako smiled.

They finally made it to their apartment building where they went into their separate apartments. Night had finally fallen and it was about time for them all to turn in and sleep until the morning. Miyako yawned as she searched through her bag for her glasses case before pausing, her eyes growing wider when she realized it was gone. At first, she had assumed that she had left them at Daisuke's place but then she distinctly remembered throwing it at Junpei.

"And he never returned it!"

-X-

Junpei was walking to his classroom for homeroom, prepared for the long day ahead. He slid open the door and as he did, he caught of glimpse of Miyako as she suddenly came flying in, kicking him in the gut. For someone who had been in fights with powerful Digimon, this hit felt more painful than those.

"Ultra Mega Dancer Kick!" she involuntarily shouted. "Damn you Daisuke for getting that stuck in my head!"

"What was that for?" Junpei moaned weakly while he was holding his stomach and kneeling on the floor.

"You stole my glasses case, you pervert!" Miyako accused.

"How does that make me a pervert?!" he shouted back.

At that moment, Hikari came in and paused when she noticed Junpei on the floor. "Um… Miyako… I forgot to return your glasses case yesterday when I saw you after Junpei gave it to me on Friday. Sorry for not returning it to you sooner."

"Oops…," Miyako muttered. "Sorry, Junpei…"

"Yeah… No problem," Junpei groaned. "What are friends for if not for getting kicked in the stomach?"