Then next morning, Joe and Emily were awakened by a shout of "Hey! Lemme out of here!" coming from Joe's duffel bag.
"Oh no! I forgot about the nuemomon!" Joe jumped up and Emily fell over side ways and started to doze-off again. "Emily! This is no time to sleep! We've got a rabid nuemomon in my bag here!"
"Mmm Katie! Leave me alone! I'll get Betsy's house key out of the toilet in a second!"
"Emily!" Joe shook her a little.
"Rrrr! Just gimme five more minutes! Practice can wait! I haven't even gotten that new cord down!" She swatted at Joe's hand.
"What cord? Aw come on! Just get up!"
"Okay! Okay! Geeze Katie! Gimme a break!"
"Katie? It's me, Joe!"
"Huh?" Emily jolted up and opened her eyes. "Oh Joe! It's you! I thought I was back at home for a second."
"That explains why you called me Katie." Joe rolled his eyes.
"I did? Oh I'm sorry Joe! Katie's the one who usually waked me up. And she always has some kind of problem for me to fix when I do. It's always 'Get up Emily! Betsy just dropped the TV remote into the fish tank! And don't forget we have practice in an hour!' That's why I called you that."
"And that's why you told me you'd get Betsy's house key out of the toilet later?"
"I did? I must've been totally knocked out to have said something like that!" They laughed.
"Hey! Come on! I've got a wife and 20 kids! Get me out of this thing!" Joe turned his attention back to the duffel bag.
"We're going to let you out, but only if you tell us why you attacked us. Deal?"
"No way! I promised I wouldn't say!"
"Ok," Emily shrugged, "I guess we'll just have to leave you here in this bag. I'm sure some nice hungry digimon would be happy to devour you for us. Or maybe Garurumon would like to eat you. I hear being a giant wolf can make you pretty hungry…"
"Ah! No! Let me out! I'll spill! I'll spill everything!"
"Ok. Hold on a second. Guys! Wake up! The nuemomon's gonna spill it!"
"I hope he doesn't spill whatever it is on my shorts. These are the only ones I have!" Joe griped.
Everyone gathered around as Emily slowly opened Joe's bag, then plunged her hand into it and pulled out the nuemomon. She pinned it to the ground and twisted its arm behind its back. "Ok, spill it!"
"Ow! Ok! Ok! I work for the new guy."
"The new guy?"
"Yeah. He showed up one day with a bunch of girls and started throwing these weird balls at us."
"Balls? Like baseballs?" TK smiled.
"I don't think so. They sucked us into them and he only let us out if we promised to help him out. Weird guy too. He kept calling us 'rare Pokemon' and the girls kept cheering for everything he said."
"What's he doing here? What does he want?"
"I don't know!"
"Liar!" Emily twisted his arm farther.
"Ooow! I swear! I don't know!"
"Then take us to him!"
" I can't!"
"You're lying! Take us to him!" Emily twisted its arm harder.
"Ack! I swear I don't know! He had us inside of those weird balls. I think he walked away from where ever his hide-out is, and released us there."
"Ok. Is that all?"
"No! Can you take this sticker off of me? He put it on me and it's so tacky!" He pointed to a blue sticker on his back. Emily tried to pull it off, but the edges were stuck down. She got out her guitar pick and picked at the edges. They peeled up and she managed to pull it off.
"Hmmm. Why does it say GAG on it?" She examined the sticker with curiosity.
"I think I heard him say it stood for "Gary's A God." I think that's the name of his new organization."
"How stupid!" Emily made a face, "This Gary sounds like a totally egotistical jerk! If I ever see him, I think I'm gonna gag!"
"Believe me, he is! I have a crick in my neck from being shoved into those stupid balls."
"Did you try to get out of them?" Izzy was rapidly typing in the information from the nuemomon.
"What do you think? Of course I did! The only digimon I saw escape were the one's who could digivolve. They broke out of those things like they were nothing."
"Good, so that means he won't be able to catch any of our digimon."
"But what about Candymon, Izzy?" Emily held Candymon to her protectively, "You told me that she can't digivolve on her own until I find my crest or unless I'm in trouble."
"Hmmm, that is a problem. Our best bet is to try to find your crest before we confront this Gary."
"Great," Emily turned back to the nuemomon, "Is there anything else you can tell us?"
"Not that I know of."
"Ok. Sorry we had to keep you crammed in that bag like that. You can go now."
"Thanks." The nuemomon hopped up and started to walk away, then turned and said, "I hope you beat this guy. I don't think he's just catching nuemomon!"
"Great," groaned Candymon, "Now I think I'm really going to gag."