A/N: Here's the fifth chapter. I hope you're enjoying my fic so far. I've fallen in love with it...I don't know, I'm just so completely happy with this fic so far. I really hope I don't lose the touch for it and mess it up later on. I didn't expect this fic to be so light-hearted and funny, but I knew the second I began writing it that this fic had a mind of it's own, so, naturally, it's totally not the way I had planned it to be, but it's even better like this, so I'm happy. I'm sure you don't want to hear me rambling on, though.

Disclaimer: Don't own Digimon or any of the characters. Don't own Monty Python.

We Are The Knights Who Say Ni!

The nine Digidestined and their Digimon sat in the park, eating their ice cream and talking. Mimi and Sora were on either side of Koushirou as they stared at whatever was on the laptop screen, pointing and whispering to each other some times, and other times just plain gawking.

Daisuke realized that they did this a lot, and they had done this very thing that same morning at breakfast. Mimi had been staring over Koushirou's shoulder as they did something on the laptop. He wondered if he should go over and take a peek at whatever was on that laptop's screen.

He didn't get the chance to go over as Veemon wandered over and sat on his lap, smiling up at him. He grinned down at the blue Digimon and lowered his ice cream cone to allow his friend a lick. Veemon grabbed the cone from his hand and began devouring the rest, and Daisuke squealed a protest, trying to take it back.

"We're supposed to be sharing it, Vee!"

TK watched all of this with a dreamy smile on his face, not noticing when Patamon began frantically tugging on his pants to get some of the ice cream that was now dripping down his arm. Some of the ice cream dripped onto his pants and he gave a start, looking down at the mess.

"Oh, great," he grumbled, moving his arm over the grass so he couldn't get any on himself anymore and trying to lick some of it off. Patamon ran over and began gladly helping him get it all off, and then he stared in annoyance at his incredibly sticky arm, which had dark patches of dried chocolate ice cream on it.

Ken looked over at him and laughed. "Why don't you go dip your arm in the fountain?" he suggested, and TK narrowed his eyes at him.

A little ways to the left, Tai and Matt sat under a tree, hugging each other and dozing off on each other's heads and shoulders. Gabumon and Agumon were affectionately taking turns licking a strawberry ice cream cone. All of a sudden, Palmon and Biyomon snuck up behind the pair and threw a bit of their rocky road at the backs of their heads, and they jumped in surprise.

What followed was an all-out ice-cream war that involved both the Digimon and the Digidestined. When they were done chucking handfuls of ice cream at each other, they all began walking towards the lake to clean off. They got in fully-clothed, and even Mimi didn't mind walking home sticky and wet. It was already growing dark, so they all separated to go to their respective homes, their hunger for ice cream and for a great time fully-satisfied.

~ ~ ~ ~

The next morning, TK found himself woken up by a pair of hands roughly shaking him. He sat up in bed and shoved at the other person, wiping his eyes. "What's the big idea?" he asked in annoyance, looking at the indigo-haired boy smirking at him from his spot on the bed.

"Your wake-up call," Ken said, as if TK was already supposed to have been expecting him around.

TK narrowed his eyes and groaned when Ken turned the light on, pulling a pillow over his head. "I don't remember asking for a wake-up call," he grumbled, his voice slightly muffled by the pillow.

"Well, then this one is free," Ken responded, pulling the blanket from TK's body. TK sat up straight in bed, glaring at the other boy.

"Ken, it's too early to be up on a Saturday. Will you please just go away and come back later, at a more reasonable time? Let's say...2:00?"

Ken ignored him and lifted something to show to TK. "I have a great idea of how you can get Dai to notice you."

TK shook his head and avoided looking at whatever was in Ken's hands. "No, no ideas from you. No thank you."

Ken turned him back around and shoved what looked like a sundress in TK's face. "Look! Don't you want to feel pretty?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" TK asked groggily, staring at the light blue dress in Ken's hands.

"I even brought one for Patamon as well," Ken continued, as though TK hadn't interrupted. Patamon gulped from his place on the other pillow. He had been watching the exchange in growing suspicion.

"It would be funny to see Patamon in a dress," TK said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin.

"Patamon will wear the dress only if you will, TK."

"No pictures or blackmail or any of that stuff?"

"Uh, no. Why on earth would I do that?" Ken asked innocently.

TK narrowed his eyes again but began to feel a bit better about the situation. "Well, I've always wanted to know what it's like to wear a dress. Now how would this get Dai's attention?"

"Well, we stick a sunhat on you and take you to Dai's house as one of my friends from out of town, giving you a girl's name, and see if he's attracted to you!"

"That's the stupidest plan I've ever heard of."

"Okay, so I only wanted to see you with the dress on. I made the plan up just right now. Please?"

"Why do you want to see me with a dress on?"

"Because the second I found it buried away in my mom's closet I thought it would look absolutely adorable on you."

"Uh, when *did* you find it?"

"Just last night."

TK stared at the dress doubtfully. "What was it doing in your mom's closet, anyway? You don't have any sisters."

Ken smiled. "It used to be hers, when she was little. It was her first nice dress ever, so she kept it as a sort of memory."

"She won't be mad or anything at you for taking it?"

"How's she going to know? She doesn't do a regular check on it to make sure it's still there."

TK stared intently at the dress and gently fingered it's soft material. It was a very beautiful dress, and the color matched his eyes well. He looked up at Ken uncertainly. After a few seconds, he decided it wasn't such a bad idea.

"You have got to promise to me you'll never tell a soul, Ken."

Ken's eyes lit up and he squealed. "You really will?"

"Promise."

"I promise I'll never tell, TK."

TK took the dress and went to the bathroom to change into it, and Ken helped Patamon into his own little dress, which had been on one of his mother's old dolls, and was the perfect match of the larger dress, only doll-size.

When TK came back out, he was blushing. He slowly walked into the room and stared at the mirror. Ken turned to look at TK and gasped.

Before him stood what could be a beautiful young girl or an extremely pretty boy, slowly twirling around to look at the dress from all angles.

"Wow," Ken breathed, "you look like a girl."

TK smiled and hid his face in his hands. "Really?" he asked shyly.

"Yeah." Ken burst out laughing. "You'd be really pretty if your face wasn't so bright red."

TK lowered his hands from his face to glare at Ken. "Thanks for the compliment, I think." Suddenly he noticed Patamon in the dress and burst out laughing. Patamon looked just like a little doll, and he even had a little hat perched upon his head with a light blue ribbon that matched the dress.

"This isn't funny," the orange Digimon stated flatly. TK and Ken only laughed even more. Suddenly, they heard the front door open and TK gasped, his face going bright red again.

"Oh no, my mom's home!" he hissed, his skin turning even paler, and sprinted towards the bathroom, holding his dress down at his sides. Ken hurriedly tried to get Patamon out of the dress. TK's mother suddenly came into the room, smiling.

"Oh, hello, Ken! How are you today?"

"I'm fine, how are you?"

"Oh, I'm doing great. Where's TK?"

"In the bathroom," Ken answered truthfully.

Just then TK came running out of the bathroom, panting slightly and red-faced. "Hey Mom," he said tiredly, hugging her.

"Hey," she replied, hugging him back. "What have you been doing, running?"

"Uh, yeah. I was running around the house."

His mother gave him an odd, yet smiling look. "Okay...well I'll be going now. I have to catch my soap operas, you know."

"Yeah, okay, see you around, Mom."

She went into her room and TK exhaled loudly. Ken burst out laughing into the pillow.

"You should have seen the look on your face when you heard the door open!"

TK slid down against the wall, laughing to himself. "That was sort of funny, once you think about it," he admitted, imagining the look he must have had.

Just then his mother came into the room, holding up the sundress that TK had left in the bathroom.

"Honey, whose is this?"

TK made a yelping noise and got a guilty look on his face, and Ken slapped his forehead. "It's mine," he said quickly, reaching out for it.

TK's mother gave him an odd look. "Ken, I hope you don't mind me asking, but...what were you doing with a sundress, anyways?"

"I uh...I was showing it to TK because he wanted to see what I was giving Kari for her birthday."

"Oh, I see," she replied cheerfully. "It's beautiful. I'm sure Kari will love it." She turned and walked out of the room.

TK covered his face in his hands. "That was close," he muttered.

"She didn't even ask what it was doing in the bathroom," Ken mused, carefully gathering the dress into his arms and folding it up. "Do you think she'll remember later on that Kari's birthday isn't for another half a year and ask us about it again?"

"No, she forgets things very easily."

Ken sighed in relief. "Maybe I should take the dress home now."


"Yes, please do," TK replied, watching as Ken moved out of his room and down the hall.

He listened to the sound of the front door opening and then closing and slowly stood up. He turned to face the mirror and stared at it for a long time. He slowly extended his hand towards the mirror and said in a soft voice, "Hello, Daisuke. My name is...Tonya. I'm Ken's friend, from out of town."

He slowly lowered his hand and stared at his reflection. He no longer saw the beautiful girl, but the hopeless boy, staring forward with eyes slowly filling with tears. His breath began catching and he willed himself not to start crying.

"Do you..." he began, closing his eyes and feeling a tear slide down his cheek. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes again, the reflection of the hopeless boy distorted by the tears stinging his eyes.

"Do you like my dress?"

~ ~ ~ ~

"We are the Knights Who Say Ni! and we have come to kill you."

"Oh, please, Knights Who Say Ni!, spare me."

"Well, we will, if you bring us a shrubbery."


"A shrubbery?"

"Not too expensive..."

"Will you both shut up?!"

Tai and Matt turned to look at Koushirou, who was typing away at his laptop.

"Eh?"

Koushirou sighed and rolled his eyes. "I'm working here."

Tai and Matt stood, "hmph"ing and walking out of the room. They went to the living room, where Daisuke was watching TV.

Matt leapt onto Dai, screaming, "This parrot is dead!"

Dai leapt a foot into the air and turned around to face him. "Monty Python?"

Matt grinned at him. "Who else?"

Dai laughed and stood up. "Brave Sir Robin ran away."

Tai nodded sagely. "Yes, he did."

Daisuke suddenly got an idea and went to look for his CDs. Tai and Matt watched as he grabbed one and put it in the boombox on the living room table. "Groove Is In The Heart" by Dee Lite came out, and Dai began dancing.

Tai and Matt stared at him for awhile, blinking, but then they began swaying, not being able to help themselves. Soon they were dancing along with Daisuke. Koushirou stormed into the room.

"Would you keep the music down?! I was work-"

He watched Tai, Matt, and Daisuke groove, and began to feel his own feet moving around. In a few seconds, all four boys had formed a conga line and were dancing their hearts out.

"Now I couldn't ask for another," Tai sang.

"Now I couldn't ask for another," Koushirou mirrored.

"Groove is in the heart," Daisuke sang.

"Groove is in the heart," Matt mirrored.

They all began singing along with the song, and then the front door was thrown open and Mrs. Yagami entered.

"How are you doing, boys?" She heard the music and peeked round her shopping bags to stare at the four boys still dancing, oblivious to her entering the room. She shook her head in wonderment, looked at her shopping bags, and then back at them. "Ah, hell." She dropped the shopping bags and joined their conga line.

"Are you all insane?!" Mr. Yagami yelled the second he walked in and nearly tripped over the shopping bags his wife had dropped in the doorway.

He stared at them all, an eyebrow raised, them grumbled as he moved past them to take the shopping bags into his room.

~ ~ ~ ~

After half an hour of "grooving" the boys laid out on the couches in the living room, watching TV. After a while, Matt's cell phone rang. Matt pounced on it, pressed a button, and lifted it to his ear.

"Hello?"

He was silent a little while and then looked thoughtful. "That would definitely be the red one."

Tai, Dai, and Kou all looked at each other oddly and shrugged. Matt said a few more, "uh-huh"s and then a "bye", then hung the phone up.

They all looked at him curiously and he grinned. "Mimi wanted to know whether she should wear the red or the black scarf for her shopping outing with Sora."

Tai rolled his eyes. "I can't believe you share fashion advice with her."

"She can't be human," Dai said, shaking his head. "She shops too much."

"Maybe she's an alien spy."

They all fell over and Tai threw a pillow at Koushirou.

"What? She might be."

~ ~ ~ ~

A/N: I saw a glimmer of angst in there. Really, I thought Dai was going to be the one that introduced the angst into the story, but I guess TK proved me wrong. It's so odd when you're writing a fic that you aren't really writing. Does that make sense? Well, it does to me. I'm not going to be putting any more "In the next chapter" things because they're getting too hard to think up, so you'll just have to wait until the next chapter to find out what happens in it. Please review this chapter? Reviews make me so happy...