(A/N: We left off at a bit of a cliffhanger last chapter with Petermon revealing his more brutal side while Davis, TK, and Kari were turned into little kids and placed under Tinkermon's spell. Uch, I still can't believe some of these guys. Petermon, Tinkermon, seriously? But hey, it worked for my story. Lets see what will happen next.)

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Chapter 49: Babies and Bubbles

"Stop it!" a voice cried out.

Petermon stopped beating DemiDevimon and turned to finding a soaking wet Takato and a tomato covered Takuya running over to them, the former having been the one who shouted. Petermon stood up, leaving the wounded DemiDevimon on the ground, grumbling in pain. "Hey, you guys are supposed to be paying your do's." He cocked his head to the side. "Did you already meet your quota?"

"Forget your stupid do's," Takuya snapped. "What are you doing?"

Petermon honestly looked like he didn't know what he was talking about. "What do you mean?" He glanced at DemiDevimon. "You mean this? He broke a promise he made to never cheat again. I had to administer Pretend Punishment."

"Pretend Punishment?" Takato repeated in disbelief. "What's 'pretend' about this? You're beating the guy!"

"He'll live," the fairy Digimon replied with a shrug. "And, hopefully, he'll learn to keep his promises."

Takuya's fists clenched. "That's it, we're out of here. Where are our friends?"

Davis raised his hand. "Here we are."

The two boys turned and their mouths dropped open as they took in Davis, TK, and Kari's appearances. "What happened to you?" Takato cried. "You're all little kids!"

Tinkermon flew over to them. "Of course. It's a lot more fun being kids."

Takuya glared at her. "You did this to them. Change them back. And give me back my Digivice too."

The fairy Digimon pouted. "Oh, you're no fun."

Petermon shrugged, as if he didn't understand. "You can leave if you want. No one's keeping you here. But don't make them leave just because you want to go."

Pouting, Tinkermon looked at the children. "You don't want to go, do you?"

"No," they chorused in monotone voices. "It's fun here; we want to stay."

"What?" Takato cried. "We can't stay here. We have to go home."

Takuya glanced at Petermon. "And how can you want to stay after watching what he just did?"

"Because it's fun here," they once more replied.

Takato sighed. His friend Henry's sister, Suzie, and her two friends, Ai and Mako, not to mention his girlfriend's little brother, Masahiko, were only a few years older than Davis, TK, and Kari currently were, and they were difficult enough to deal with. "Guys, having fun is fine, but we've got to go now. We can't have fun all the time."

Petermon blinked. "You can't?"

Takato rounded on him. "No, you can't. So cut the games and change them back."

"Relax," the fairy Digimon told them. "They'll change back once Tinkermon's power wears off."

"But I can always hit them with another," Tinkermon sang. "Being little is better, right?"

"Yes," the children chanted. "Much better."

Takuya's eyes narrowed. "They're not just little kids again, they're under some kind of spell. Takato, it's time to get serious." He glared at Tinkermon. "I'd help you out, but she still has my Digivice hidden away somewhere."

Takato pulled out his. "Right. Leave it to me. Execute! Spirit Evolution… Growlmon!"

The smaller of the fairy Digimon gasped and flew back as Petermon's eyes widened. "Growlmon? You're a Champion?"

"That's right, pal, and you better undo what you did to my friends."

"Champions are forbidden here! Only children are allowed!"

"I'll handle this," Tinkermon declared. "Fairy Powder!"

Growlmon turned to her. "Fire Blaster!" His flames completely incinerated her cloud of dust, and she just barely escaped getting burned.

"Tinkermon!" Petermon shouted. Fury twisted his boyish features, and he pulled out his sword. "You'll pay for that."

"Just try it," the dinosaur Digimon growled, still unable to believe that any version of Peter Pan was actually any kind of bad guy.

Petermon took to the air. "Twinkle Shoot!" Several knives flew at Growlmon. He retaliated with his Dragon Slash. The knives went spinning off course as the blade of plasma flew threw them, but immediately went after the dinosaur Digimon again.

"Pyro Blaster!" Growlmon cried. This attack seemed to work, but only because it completely destroyed the knives.

With a cry, Petermon flew at Growlmon, swinging his sword. Growlmon used the blades on his arms to block, but Petermon was apparently an expert swordsman. Even with Growlmon's larger size and greater strength, Petermon was able to use his skills, speed, and ability to fly to keep the dinosaur Digimon on the defense, forcing him to back away.

"Snipe Sting!" the fairy Digimon cried, swiping his sword around wildly in a blur of movement. Growlmon blinked at the rapid movements. It was too fast for him to follow. He felt the sword cut him, and then almost immediately catch him somewhere else. All he could do was defend his face from the fairy Digimon's blade.

"Growlmon," Takuya called, "do your needle hair thing!"

Beside him, Tinkermon grabbed his ear and gave it a yank. "Don't help him!"

"Why you… Come here!"

He made a grab for her, but she flew out of his reach as Growlmon contemplated what he meant. "My hair needle? Oh, this. Dragon Spine!"

The streak of hair going down his head, neck, and back straightened into needles and fired. Petermon recoiled as the needles went flying. Growlmon used the opportunity to jump and use his Dino Kick, sending the fairy Digimon crashing into and destroying a concession stand. He recovered quickly though and flew towards the dinosaur Digimon again.

Takuya was busy still trying to catch Tinkermon. He kept making a grab for her, but she was too fast for him. "Hold still, you little pest."

The fairy Digimon's eyes flashed with anger. "Don't call me little! Nightmare Pandemic!"

She fired a stinger, and Takuya felt it stick him in the cheek. He pulled it out and tossed it aside, giving her a dirty look. "Is that the best you've got?"

He stepped forward to make a grab for her, but suddenly found that his legs didn't work, and he toppled over. Tinkermon giggled arrogantly as she fluttered above him. "My Nightmare Pandemic causes paralysis. Serves you right."

Grumbling, Takuya looked to his friends. All four were staring at him with hooded eyes. None of them looked like they were going to help. He struggled to move, but it took all his strength just to lift his hand. "Come on… you guys… Wake… up…"

He let his fist drop, bopping Jyarimon on the head. The slime Digimon blinked, and something returned in his eyes. Being just a head, he shook himself to clear his senses. "Wait, what am I doing? This is no time for games."

A small smile grazed Takuya's features. "Welcome back…"

Jyarimon suddenly looked horrified. "Takuya, no." He looked ashamed of himself. "I can't believe I let myself give in to her temptations like that."

"Uh oh," Tinkermon muttered and fluttered over to him, her eyes glowing. "Everything is ok."

Jyarimon shut his eyes. "That's enough of that. I'm not letting you control me anymore. Heated Bubbles!"

He spat out a stream of bubbles. Unlike the standard Bubble Blow that most Baby and In-Training Digimon had, this attack could actually do some form of damage. As the bubbles flew at Tinkermon, she swiped them with her lance, and was treated to a burst of hot air from them that was far more effective against her small size. "Hot! Hot!"

"I've had enough of being a Baby. Jyarimon Digivolve to… Gigimon! Gigimon Digivolve to… Shoutmon! There much better."

Tinkermon waved her lance around. "You're a big meanie. I made a mistake thinking you'd fit in here."

Shoutmon snorted. "I'm the Digimon King. I don't have time to play all day. Now, get out of my way. Rock and Roller!"

He swung his mic, but Tinkermon showed a surprising amount of strength for her small size and blocked with her lance. He tried again, but she continued to knock away his mic before attempting to hit him with her Nightmare Pandemic.

Shoutmon jumped backwards, avoiding the paralyzing stinger. "Fiery Fastball!"

Once again displaying strength her size belittled, she cut through the attack with her lance. "Petermon Syndrome!"

Shoutmon just smirked at her glowing eyes. "Sorry, but that only works on Baby Digimon."

The fairy Digimon smirked. "I know."

Shoutmon was suddenly grabbed from behind. He looked over his shoulder to find Davis, TK, and Kari holding onto him. "Guys, what are you doing?"

"Stop being so mean, Shoutmon," TK told him in a monotone voice.

"We just want to have fun," said Kari.

"Fun…" Davis muttered.

Shoutmon carefully struggled. He knew he could easily get free, but he didn't want to risk hurting them in their current forms. Human children, he had learned from their stories of the Real World, were apparently very fragile. "Come on, you guys, snap out of it! Don't you see she's manipulating you?"

Tinkermon chuckled. "You've been very naughty Shoutmon. Even though you didn't break a promise, I think you need some Pretend Punishment."

"I've been naughty? You're the one using your power to tempt Digimon to this place."

The fairy Digimon just shrugged as she stroked her poisonous lance. "We're trying to create a utopia for Digimon children to have fun and be carefree. I think you need to be reminded of how bad the world can be. Speed Nightmare!"

She threw her lance at him. No longer that concerned with hurting his friends, he broke from their grip and jumped out of the way, knocking them over in the process. Tinkermon's spear whizzed by him and buried in the ground.

Landing a short distance away, Shoutmon grasped the small cut where the lance grazed him. "Crap."

Tinkermon chuckled as she went to retrieve her weapon. "I got you! I got you! The poison on my lance causes nightmaric hallucinations. Even a small cut is enough."

That much was true. He could already feel the poison affecting him. "Nightmaric… isn't… a word…"

His eyes glazed over. He rubbed them to try and keep his vision clear, but everything around him was being distorted. Something was coming, something big and powerful, an incomprehensible force of destruction.

"Oh my," Tinkermon's distorted voice echoed all around him. "You saw something really bad in your past, didn't you?"

Yes, he had, and he was seeing it again. That giant destructive monster of immeasurable strength and power. It appeared before him like a massive tornado larger than any to ever appear on the fuji scale. Reaching hands that stretched out across the sky, covering the land in darkness. Two beastly faces that stared down at him, seeing him as nothing more than an insect to be squashed. A truly unstoppable force of destruction. And all he could do was stand in awe and fear of it.

But he wasn't alone. Someone was there with him, and they charged fearlessly towards the monster as Shoutmon reached out towards them and shouted their name. "Gumdramon!"

He knew what would happen before it did; he'd seen it before. But even if he hadn't, there had only been one possible outcome against such a monstrous beast, one he had been too cowardly face, even as his best friend raced towards what he must have known would be his death.

"So sad," said Tinkermon from somewhere he couldn't see. "This is what happens when you grow up. That's why it's so much better to stay in the child and infant levels. You don't want to make the same mistake again, do you?"

The vision changed slightly. The monster was still there, but now his human friends were too. Their Digivices lay smashed on the ground, and they seemed to be unconscious as the monster loomed over them, roaring triumphantly.

"No, I don't," Shoutmon whispered. "I don't want it to happen again." He dropped to his knees. "And I won't let it!"

He slammed his head on the ground as hard as he could. Tinkermon gasped in surprise, but it seemed to do the trick. Reality and his hallucination blurred together, but he was able to locate the fairy Digimon.

He grasped his mic tightly. "Bellow Blaster!"

A blaze of fiery energy burst from his mic. Tinkermon cried out as it flowed over her, but was unable to dodge or defend against it in time. She dropped to the ground, covered in a fine layer of ashes. Shoutmon marched over and kicked her lance away from her as he fought off the last bit of its hallucinatory poison. "And I hope you learned your lesson."

Whimpering, the fairy Digimon struggled to her feet and took to the air. Shoutmon watched her go as she fluttered up higher and higher. Looking down, she watched as Petermon and Growlmon continued to fight as the crowd of Baby, In-Training, and Rookie level Digimon grew larger.

Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and reached out as far as her powers would allow. When she opened her eyes again, they were glowing brightly. "All Baby Digimon, help Petermon!"

Shoutmon's eyes widened. "Oh, crap. You rotten little… Fiery Fastball!"

Giggling, she dodged the attack and disappeared into the crowd. Shoutmon swore as the Baby Digimon started to move in. This included the three human toddlers. Takuya shouted for them to stop, but was unable to actually do anything due to his paralysis.

"Hiyah!" Shoutmon cried, leaping through the air and landing on Davis. He pinned the boy to the ground and reached out to grab TK and Kari by the back of their shirts. "Guys, come on! Don't let her control you!"

Growlmon continued to dodge and parry Petermon's sword with the blades on his elbows. With the fairy Digimon's ability to fly, it proved difficult to fight him off. It irritated him somewhat that Petermon could fly without wings while he was stuck on the ground. Where was the logic in that?

"Growl Claw!" he cried, slashing at Petermon. The fairy Digimon attempted to block with his blade, but had it knocked away. He retreated to the sky, and Growlmon prepared to send a Dragon Slash his way, but before he could fling the blade of plasma, he felt something on his tail.

Turning around, he found several Baby Digimon surrounding him, beginning to crawl up his body. "Hey, get off. You could get hurt."

Petermon smiled. "Great idea, Tinkermon. Now lets throw my Midnight Fantasia into the mix."

Placing two fingers in his mouth, he whistled loudly. It wasn't an ordinary whistle though; Growlmon could sense something mystical about it, much like his Howl attack. Petermon's whistle didn't hurt, but whatever it was meant to do, he made sure everyone heard it as he took off, flying above the forest.

Growlmon couldn't be bothered chasing. He was being 'attacked', for lack of a better word, by all the Baby Digimon. They couldn't do anything to hurt him, but they were nuisances that kept getting in his way. He couldn't even go anywhere without stepping on them. "Shoutmon, what's going on?"

"It's Tinkermon!" the dragon Digimon called back as he tried to restrain the three human children. "She's controlling them. She has the power to control Baby Digimon."

"Humans too," Takuya muttered as he slowly began to regain mobility. He managed to glance at a Rookie level Digimon standing close by. "Why aren't you guys doing anything?"

The Digimon shook its head. "You guys issued a challenge. We can't interfere."

Takuya managed a nod towards the Baby Digimon surrounding Growlmon. "You call that not interfering?"

"That's Tinkermon's power, not us, so it's allowed."

Takuya cut his eyes at them. "That's a load of crap."

Over in the gathering crowd of Baby Digimon, Growlmon had finally gotten fed up. Shaking himself like a wet dog, he shook all the Baby Digimon off and jumped as far away from them as he could. Placing some distance between himself and them, a familiar scent caught his nose and he looked back at the forest to see Petermon returning.

"Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, ba!" the fairy Digimon cried in a familiar tune. "Charge!"

From out of the forest, numerous Baby, In-Training, and Rookie level Digimon came rushing out. The former two stayed beneath Petermon while the Rookies all charged forward. As they approached, Growlmon could see that all their eyes were closed, yet they were somehow still going on the attack. "What the…?"

Petermon smirked. "My Midnight Fantasia allows me to control any sleeping Digimon at the Rookie level or below." He motioned to the Digimon that had come out of the forest. "These guys are the ones that decided to call it a night and go to bed."

Growlmon glared. "If you're controlling them, then that means that I just have to defeat you. Pyro Blaster!"

He fired a beam of plasma energy. Petermon didn't even bother to move. He simply snapped his fingers, and the Baby and In-Training Digimon beneath him began blowing bubbles. A wall of shiny, pink spheres built up in front of Petermon. Growlmon's attack collided with it, popping most of them, but his Pyro Blaster had been stopped.

Growlmon blinked. "What? How could bubbles…?"

"Hey!" Shoutmon called to him. "Baby and In-Training Digimon have a Bubble Blow attack that they use to defend themselves. Enough of them can neutralize even the strongest of attacks."

The dinosaur Digimon's ears drooped. "That's not fair."

Petermon pointed. "And best of all, you don't have that advantage. Attack!"

All the sleeping Rookie level Digimon attacked. There were far too many for Growlmon to avoid, so he quickly shielded his head as several dozen attacks blasted against him. He may have been a Champion, but that many Rookie level attacks hurt.

"No Champions or up allowed," Petermon insisted. "Leave now."

Growlmon lowered his arms. "Not without my friends!"

He flung a Dragon Slash at him. Just like before, the Baby and In-Trainings used Bubble Blow to cancel out his attack. Petermon laughed loudly. "Your attacks are useless. Everyone, show him how it's done."

Growlmon knew it was coming, but that didn't make the barrage of attacks any less painful. Different attacks of different element types slammed against him. He could attack back if he wanted, but he didn't want to hurt them; they were just under Petermon's control. In a way, they were sleepwalking.

His eyes snapped open. 'That's it! They're asleep. I just have to wake them up.' Ignoring the numerous attacks, he took a deep breath. "Howling!"

His deafening howl rang out. Everyone covered their ears, crying out. The attacks stopped as Growlmon's howl woke them up, leaving them to wonder what happened. Even the Baby Digimon Tinkermon was controlling came back to their senses.

"Hey!" Petermon cried, talking extra loud over the ringing in his ears. "That's cheating!"

"Cheating my foot," Growlmon snarled. "Pyro Blast-"

"Nightmare Pandemic!"

Something pricked Growlmon's cheek. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Tinkermon fly by. Reaching up, he brushed the stinger away, but suddenly felt his jaw go slack, his tongue dangling out. The paralysis traveled down to his neck, and his head went lop-sided.

"Just try howling now," Tinkermon told him. She turned to the Baby Digimon, eyes glowing. "Petermon Syndrome!"

The Babies fell under her control again. They immediately began using Bubble Blow. Clouds of bubbles flew at Growlmon, covering him head to toe in one big, pink pile. He fought against them, but there were so many, and they were coming faster than they could be popped.

'This is bad. I can't attack. I'll be defeated at this rate.'

The bubbles continued to pile up, subduing him. The last thing he saw before the pink sphere's obscured his vision was Shoutmon still trying to restrain his friends while Takuya remained paralyzed. He had to help them. He was the only one who could do it. If he didn't end this, they would never get home.

"No," the dinosaur Digimon whispered. "I won't let that happen. We're going home. We're getting out of here now!"

On the outside, the pile of bubbles continued to grow as the Babies kept unleashing their attacks. Petermon watched with his arms crossed and a satisfied smile on his face. "Keep it up. Once he tires himself out, we'll throw him off the island, and he'll never bother- Ah!"

He cried out and covered his eyes as a bright light emitted from the pile of bubbles. The Baby Digimon jumped back in surprise and stopped attacking as Growlmon's voice rang out. "Growlmon Digivolve to… WarGrowlmon!"

The pile of bubbles burst apart. Growlmon was gone, and something much larger appeared from beneath them as a much larger cybernetic Digimon that was part flesh and part mechanical. WarGrowlmon was appropriately named, as he looked ready for a war with a lethal looking blade on each claw and blasters on his chest.

Petermon looked on in disbelief at the new cyborg dinosaur Digimon. "He Digivolved? To Ultimate? But he was defeated." He shook his head and pointed. "Wait, that's not the issue! How dare you Digivolve! Champions are not allowed, so Ultimates are definitely not!"

"Don't worry," WarGrowlmon assured him, the paralysis in his face gone. "We'll be leaving in a little bit. Just as soon as I deal with you. Atomic Blaster!" He fired blasts of energy from his chest. Petermon flew backwards, allowing the Baby Digimon to send up a wall of bubbles that stopped his attack.

The fairy Digimon smirked. "It doesn't matter if you're an Ultimate. Bubble Blow is an attack meant to stop all attacks. Babies and In-Trainings need it in order to survive in the world. As long as I have them to defend me, I can't be touched. Unless you show us how bad adult Digimon are by killing them, your attacks will never reach me."

WarGrowlmon glared. "I would never attack, let alone kill, innocent bystanders."

"Well, too bad for you, because they have no problem attacking. Get him!"

The Baby Digimon attacked. Countless bubbles flew at WarGrowlmon. He began swinging his arms around, popping the bubbles in bunches so they couldn't pile up on him like before. But Petermon was right, as long as he was unwilling to kill the Baby Digimon, they would just keep blocking his attacks.

From a safe distance away, Tinkermon chuckled as she watched from her hiding place, controlling the Baby Digimon so they obeyed Petermon's orders. "Adult Digimon are so stupid. Make him pay, Petermon, then we can have fun again."

A loud squeal drew her attention away from the battle. She turned around to find Oinkmon, covered in pie cream, charging at her. With an angry squeal, he jumped in the air. Tinkermon cried out as he came down on top of her, crushing her beneath his much larger size.

The bubbles stopped coming as Tinkermon's control over the Baby Digimon was broken. Davis, TK, and Kari stopped fighting against Shoutmon as well as they realized what they were doing.

"Wait," said TK, "we were just trying to help Petermon. Why?"

"I'm not sure," Davis replied, rubbing his head. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

At this point, Petermon realized the bubbles had stopped. "What happened? Tinkermon?" He looked to see Oinkmon trotting over, the unconscious fairy Digimon in his mouth; she was out cold. "Tinkermon!"

The clearing of a throat drew his attention, and he turned uneasily to WarGrowlmon. "Remember me?"

Petermon gulped nervously, but anger for what had been done to his best friend quickly overrode it. Holding out his hand, his sword flew into it, and he pointed it at the cyborg dinosaur Digimon. "Come on then!"

WarGrowlmon took his challenge and charged, using the two vernier thrusters on his back for speed. Petermon flew towards him as well and used Twinkle Shoot. The cyborg dinosaur Digimon didn't even flinch as the knives bounced off his metal body. The two Digimon met, both swinging their blades. WarGrowlmon's much larger ones easily cut through Petermon's sword, sending the broken blade flying and landing point first into the ground.

"Hammer Edge!" he cried, bringing his claw down from up above to stab. The fairy Digimon went down as WarGrowlmon's claw slammed him to the ground, sending up a cloud of dust with the force. When the dust cleared, Petermon found himself pinned to the ground by WarGrowlmon's palm. The cyborg dinosaur Digimon could have easily used his claws to impale him, but instead had buried them in the ground around him, pinning him in place.

Petermon stared up at the sky, seemingly stunned. Slowly, his gaze shifted to WarGrowlmon, who glared at him threateningly. With a sigh, he closed his eyes and spoke the words he never uttered before. "I… surrender…"

(A/N: Phew, that was an event. But it looks like things have been resolved. And now a new Ultimate has joined the group. Yay! But what's going to become of Petermon and Tinkermon now? And what of our heroes? Tai is still an Oinkmon, and three others are little kids. Maybe they should have stayed in Argomon's jungle instead. Stay tuned to find out what happens next.)

WarGrowlmon's attacks:

Radiation BladeSlashes with his radiated Pendulum Blades.

Atomic BlasterShoots atomic lasers from both of the gunports on his chest that destroys the opponent on the atomic level.

Megalo SparkEmits an electric shock from his chest.

Hammer EdgeStabs with his Chrome Digizoid claws.

Plasma BladeIgnites his Pendulum Blades and strikes the ground, emitting a fiery shockwave.

Big SparkFires electrified bullets from his chest mounted cannons.

Assault BalancerStabs an enemy with his cable and then throws them.

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