Note: Gabumon and Yamato were patiently waiting for the drying cycle to finish. Gabumon was growing restless by the minute and Yamato tried to calm him down.
"Stop shuffling like that and count yourself lucky. If we'd hung it to dry, it'd have taken hours," he said, scratching his partner in the small of the back.
"I guess you've got a point..." Gabumon conceded.
He frowned before adding: "Why can't all clothes go through the dryer? It would be much faster, wouldn't it?"
"Well... It's that some types of natural fabrics tend to shrink if they are dried too fast," the boy explained.
It didn't take him long to realize that wasn't the brightest answer as Gabumon became even more restless. He wanted to kick himself, but was interrupted by the small chime indicating the end of the cycle. Gabumon jumped to the appliance and practically climbed in it to recover his fur pelt, which he threw on. Then the yelling began.
"It's shrunk! It's shrunk!" the digimon yelled.
"Gabumon..." Yamato began.
But the digimon was too busy flailing his arms around and panicking to listen. Yamato began to rub the bridge of his nose.
"It won't cover my head! And the arms are way too short! Oh Yamato, what am I going to do?"
His partner grabbed him by the shoulder and looked him in his teary eyes.
"How about you start by putting it right side up?" the boy proposed.
Next: Ken and Wormmon realize it's not necessarily as easy as it sounds to properly feed a digimon.
