The Digimon Reunion
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Disclaimer: Refer to Ch. 1 or 2 to see . . .
A/N: Awww, I can't get the fonts to go bold, italic, or underline!!! Argh! Someone out there who knows how to do that, TEACH ME NOW!!!! PLEASE?!?!?!?! . . . . . . . . Okay, here's the next chapter.
Summary: A whole cast reunion of the members of Digimon from Season 1 through 4! We all miss them but now, they return as together! Hope Cyberdramon doesn't start another revolution like the last time at a party . . . ^_^;;;
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Chapter Five: "Mon A La Dinner?"
"Ah-ha!!"
The snake-like voice man jumped out through the door and looked.
"Huh? I could've ssswore . . . There were sssomeone here . . ."
All three of the burglars were hiding right above him. The leader, using the support beams around him, was using all his strength to stay up there and not fall atop the guy below but it was very difficult with two other people clinging on you as your muscles go sore and numb
The leader's muscles soon started to quivered. " . . . Ow . . . I . . . can't . . ."
"No! Not now!" whispered the third one.
"Ugh, that guy has the worse fashion of all!" the blonde one almost shouted.
"SHHHHH!!!" the two other hushed.
The man wore a strange deformed mask that was greenish-gray with tubes running through it to his back where his oxygen tank was. He had a strange way of walking probably due to his hunched back and strange robotic-like black and green armor. Another thing that the leader of the bandits noticed was that he had a shiny bald head (that was blinding him a little) and the hunched man had one red pupil and one light blue pupil. It was very creepy looking as he stared out in the empty halls.
"Sssomeone is here . . ." the snake-voice man answered, scratching his shiny baldhead with his mechanical arm. "I can sssmell them . . ."
"Guys . . . I can't . . . Oof!" the leader's hands slipped and almost fell but his legs still kept him held up on the ceiling. His friends almost fell but they were stubborn to stay on him. "Agh, who's the one with sharp nails digging into my sides?!"
"Eeeck! I'm gonna die . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Sir!!!" the blonde one screamed. "Sorry!"
"Oh shut up~!!" the leader shouted. "Your nails are making my side bleed! I'm gonna let go soon . . . You, let go!"
"No!"
"Then I'm gonna fall . . ."
"But what about my death?" asked the third one.
"Sorry, but you're going down too."
" . . . You wouldn't!" she said in a threatening voice.
"I wouldn't if nails weren't digging into my sides . . . !"
"Sicknor, what are you doing?" asked the host.
"But I heard something . . ." Sicknor, the snake-voice, replied.
"Just go to the dungeon and try not to bother my guests, alright?" said the host.
"Yesssir!" Sicknor replied.
Sicknor hurried down the stairs in his strange way of walking.
The cook and host left the room too and went down the hall and around the corner. As soon as they were gone, the leader let go and all three of them dropped to the ground with a thud. "Oh man, I couldn't hold much longer!"
"Ew! Off of me, pervert!" the blonde shouted again, slapping the leader's hand off her butt. "Ugh! Not you too!" she then punched the third one off of her, right in the nose. "I thought you were gay, not straight!"
"But I AM straight! I'm not GAY!!!" the third one shouted, holding his nose so the blood wouldn't start pouring out like a faucet. "Oh man, my nose is- Agh, so much blood . . ."
"Guys! You heard all that, right?! They're gonna eat the Digimon! And that Sicknor dude is gonna torture them!!!" the leader reminded.
"So what should we do?" the blonde wondered.
"Save them!"
"But what about the mission?" asked the third one.
" . . . We'll still accomplish it in the end."
"Oh."
"Okay, let's go! TO THE DUNGEON!" he declared. He ran down the hall and made a left as his comrades follow.
" . . . Sorry. Took the wrong turn . . . GO RIGHT!!!"
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Cyberdramon snickered and grinned as he piled his plate more and more food, picking up anything on the table that was edible. Fried rice, pork, teriyaki chicken, lobster, crab, gravy, steamed fish, fried noodle, eel sushi, chicken curry, wonton soup- Anything that wasn't green like vegetables he picked up! At this rate, already half the table was empty of meat. Luckily, the chef is still bringing out food . . .
Going somewhere secluded to chow down all his food, he went behind a pillar and plopped down on the ground and smacked his lips in satisfaction. "Ooooh, this is going to be one heck of a night! Better than Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years Eve dinner combined!"
Cyberdramon slid about half of the plate into his mouth when he heard someone close by trying to get his attention.
"Pssst! Hey! Hey you!" shouted from the shadows.
"Hm? Whag? I'mg trying goo eat gere," Cyberdramon replied, with food in his mouth.
This was the biggest thing Cyberdramon ever saw. It was a steak the size of a whole cow covered in sauce! It was big, hot, tender, and had a roasting and aroma that tickled the dragon's nose. It felt like a dream to Cyberdramon to see it.
This caught Cyberdramon's attention very well. No matter what, beef is his favorite. It look a lot warmer than the buffet table food that has been sitting out there in the cold air . . . And it looked perfectly fit for a dragon.
Cyberdramon left his half-eaten plate and followed the steak. Every time he moves closer to it, it seemed to move farther away from him. "Hey! Come back here, little steak! I'm gonna getcha!"
Cyberdramon followed it into a dark hall, a few seconds later, you can hear a loud and long bellow of a cry. "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!"
Renamon was walking by when she stopped and heard it. That was no ordinary cry.
"Odd . . . This looks like, Cyberdramon's plate . . ." as she looked down and said.
The scream. The half empty plate. Cyberdramon no where in site. Cyberdramon would never let anything go without it being eaten.
"This looks suspicious . . . I'll have to tell the others."
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"Alright, Veemon, let's check the list off," said Davis.
"Okay!" Veemon chirped.
"Ladder?"
"Check!"
"Bike?"
"Check!"
Roof?"
"Check! And, um, we're standing on it right now."
"Right . . . Swimming pool?"
"Check!"
"Christmas lights?"
"Che . . . Wait a minute, Christmas lights?"
"You mean you didn't get it?"
"I didn't know we needed it!" Veemon shouted.
"Fine! I'll go get it!" Davis replied. "Oh yeah, I need a plank."
" . . . A plank?" Veemon repeated.
"You heard, me so go get it!" said Davis, as he climbed down the stairs."
"Fine! I'll get a plank for you," Veemon replied as he turned around from Davis and went to get a plank. His tail knocked against the ladder and knocked it with Davis still on.
"What the . . . Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" Davis then fell to his death with a loud thud.
Veemon still continued to walk the other way on the roof. "Huh? Was that Davis? . . . Nah! Now where to get a plank . . ."
Down below where Davis is . . . Davis laid sprawled and half dead on the ground with a ladder on him. "Spine . . . Broken in 5 places . . . Organs shutting . . . down on me . . . Vision going dark . . . Oh, I see the light . . . And . . . Oh wow there's a pretty angel in front of me . . . Wow she has big -!!"
"SPLASH!!!"
"Pbbbbbbt!! Ack! What the-Whoa! That's a miracle! My guardian angel must've healed me or something cause my back doesn't hurt and I'm alive!" Davis cheered.
"Ahem."
Davis looked up at his 'angel'. "Oh it's just you, Yolei."
"So I have a big what?" she asked.
"A what?" said Davis.
"While you were mumbling, I heard you said 'wow she has a big' something," Yolei repeated.
"Oh . . . Oh that! Oh . . . Um . . . I uh . . . You see . . . Ummm . . ." Davis stumbled.
"Yes . . .?" Yolei wondered.
"I was being delusional, right? Now come on, you wouldn't believe a guy and what's he saying if he just fell off a roof, right?" Davis stated. "It's just a bunch of nonsense!"
"Yeah . . . Well . . ." she trailed off.
"Okay, now will you excuse me, but I need to get something," Davis replied, throwing the ladder off of him and rushing off to get the Christmas lights.
"KRACK!"
"What was that?" Yolei heard.
Davis stood still in a running position as his whole body trembled in pain. " . . . My back . . . So it wasn't a miracle . . . It's still BROKEN!!!"
" . . ."
" . . . You mind helping me instead of watching me there, Yolei?"
"No I prefer watching you squirm."
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"Mmmm, ahhhahh!" Guilmon gulped in more food, now working towards the main dish table. The appetizer table had completely disappeared (table and tablecloth and all to boot) and now this table was sinking down quickly into his mouth like the Titanic and the Atlantic Ocean.
Calumon sat at the end of the table as it slowly sank away. He was gonna eat and suck up every little crumbs of food on the table till the end, when the table would sink into the bottomless Guilmon.
"Whoa, now this guy is good," said BigMamemon.
"Hey, Guilmon, you're doing a great job for me here," Terriermon complimented his friend.
"This is the easiest job ever," Guilmon replied, taking a chunk from the turkey (A/N: Still sick of turkey from Thanksgiving). "All I have to do is eat, and you get the money!"
"Yep!" Terriermon replied.
"So, um, do I get some of the money . . . ?" asked Guilmon.
"Depends . . ."
"Depends on what?"
"Depends on how much."
"Can I have half of the bet?" asked Guilmon.
"No! This is my money! Mine! Mine! Mine!" Terriermon snapped.
"I'll stop eating now if you don't agree to giving me half the bet . . ." Guilmon replied. "You know, I am starting to feel a bit kind of full . . ."
Terriermon's eyes widened. "Fine! Fine! Don't stop eating! Keep eating!"
"Good," Guilmon replied, still making the table sink like the Titanic as he leaned it down and made all the food slide down into his belly with mouth wide opened. Calumon was at the end of the table and eventually got sucked in and down towards the dark void of Guilmon's.
"Uh-oh . . . Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" Calumon screamed as he tumbled and rolled right down into Guilmon's-!!!
Guilmon's face drastically changed. "Ungh! Ugh! Ack! Gah! Ach! Ach!! Ach!!!"
Guilmon dropped everything and started to stumble around in a staggering- like and choking manner as he gripped around his throat and made more noises.
"Hey, Terriermon, shouldn't you be worried if your friend there is choking?" asked MetalMamemon.
"Nah, he's fine. Probably choked on a fish bone or creampuff or something but he'll be fine," replied Terriermon.
Guilmon stumbled into other guests and knocked them over. He was already starting to turn blue now as he jumped up and down and causing a disturbance. Sukamon with the mouse Digimon, Chuumon, on his head noticed the choking Guilmon.
"I'll save you!" Sukamon then tossed pink sludge across the floor where Guilmon stumbled along. Guilmon stepped on one of them and fell on his back right after a little arm waving to try to balance from falling. Guilmon landed roughly on his back and-
"POP!"
Calumon burst out of Guilmon's mouth and landed right next to Guilmon's face. "Ewwww . . . Gooey dino-breath . . ."
"Oh, guess Guilmon DID choke on a creampuff," Terriermon inferred. "Hello, Calumon."
Calumon waved back to him and flopped back to the ground and played dead. Guilmon got back up, shook off the pink sludge, thanked Sukamon, and went back to eating. "Back to work!"
Suddenly Mummymon and Arukenimon came running across the scene. Arukenimon was running away as Mummymon was chasing her with his big smacking lips. "Come on, give me a little kiss!! I miss you soooooo much! How come we don't see each other a lot?"
"Why did BlackWarGreymon had to kill my stunt double?! Right now I could be sipping a martini while SHE'S the one being chased now!!" Arukenimon screamed as she ran with arms in the air.
"Aww, come here my honey-bunchie-wunchie-crunchie-What the-?!?! Aaaaaaaaaahhh!!" Mummymon suddenly slipped and fell on his back and heard two things snapped in his back. "Owww~"
He had slipped on the pink sludge.
"Arukenimon? Sweetie? Come help me up . . . Please . . . ? Oooooh . . ."
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"Hey, anyone notice where Biyomon is? I haven't seen her yet," said Sora.
"Nope, sorry. Although I haven't seen Palamon either," Mimi stated.
The older Digidestines were standing in a corner to themselves as they discussed of things. Pretty much anything. Especially the strange disappearance they noticed.
"Guys, Tentomon is missing too," Izzy added. "Apparently there's a string of Digimon missing now . . ."
"Unless they're all up in the entertainment room playing DDR," Matt replied.
"DDR?" Joe asked.
"Dance Dance Revolution," Matt answered. "Version two, to be precise."
"You gotta be kidding."
Upstair in the room . . .
Gatomon was perfectly dancing along with the music and synchronized with the steps. Left, right, down, up, whatever! She did it without even breaking a single sweat.
"Jeez, she's like a dancing machine," said Goblinmon. "Look at her go!"
"Personally I'm a machine so I would say most defiantly," Guardromon replied.
"? Dance! Dance! Dance! Wow! ?" Gatomon sang.
Back down stair . . .
"Nope, Joe. I'm not kidding," Matt shook his head. "Personally, I brought the game along with me."
"Yes, but what if the 'bigger' Digimon wanted to play, hmmmmm?" said Joe. "Do you know what that means?"
" . . . Oops."
"They're gonna have so much fun they'll bring the house down," said Tai. "Literally."
Suddenly Tai heard someone come up from behind him. It was one of the servants but this one was different than the others and served a more personal service to someone. He had sleek jet-black hair, a tight looking face, tall broad shoulders and a dignify look in his eyes.
"Ahem, are you Tai Kamiya?" asked the butler.
"Uh, yeah. What is it?"
"My name is Lao. I would like to introduce your host of this party and owner of this mansion, Master Maxamillion," said Lao.
"Familiar name, isn't it?" Sora whispered to Mimi. "You think he wears a pink suit and has long silver hair with one eye for a puzzle?"
"Well isn't Tai's hair size familiar to someone else too? Hmmm?" Mimi hinted, sipping more of her cup of soda. "That guy SO needs to see my hair tailor."
"Oh, where is he then?" Tai asked.
"He's here," said Lao, presenting to someone next to him.
Tai looked straight at where the butler's hands are but sees just no one. "Ummmm, Mr. Maxamillion suppose to poof in a puff of smoke where you are or something?"
Suddenly Tai felt a swift and jabbing kick into his shin. "Owwwww!!! What the-!! Ow! Ow! Ow!"
"I'M RIGHT DOWN HERE!"
Tai jumped on one foot while the other he held, as he looked down to see a kid, about ten years old with blonde spikes and freckles, stare at him with a demeaning and snobbish look. "I'm Maxamillion!"
"What the-? But you're sooooo . . ." Tai was at a lost of words at the sight of a big name and mansion that belongs to a kid about the size up to his knee. This was weird.
"Midget-like?" Max answered. The kid then kick Tai again as he collapsed once more with a thud, landing on his now bruised butt.
"Ow!! I was about to say 'young'," Tai corrected.
"Oh," the kid replied, right before he gave another kick to Tai in the chin, for the heck of it, and knocking the former goggle-head to the ground.
"Master Max, that's enough! You shouldn't treat your guests like that," Lao stopped.
"Fine . . ." Max sighed.
"Now you see, Master Max has agreed to your reunion party and given you a rent of the mansion for the night, as you all know," stated Lao. "And in fact, he also had a special request of choosing of tonight's special main course."
"What's that going to be?" Matt asked.
"I call it Mon A La Dinner," Max replied. " It's fit for a Digimon and mon kind."
"I see . . . Interesting name," Izzy inquired.
"Um, Master Max," Lao called. "It's about that time the chef cook might want to see you now. Down in the dungeon."
"Dungeon?" Sora said quizzically.
"Oh yeah! Well I got to go now! Bye!" Max than ran off to the kitchen before the butler. Finally, Tai sat back up, rubbing his sore chin. But then Max made a return and kicked Tai again as he gave a yelp right in the face and ran off like a roadrunner.
"A thousand apologies, sir," said Lao as he left too.
"Hey, Tai, you okay?" asked Mimi, looking down at him.
Tai didn't respond except looking dead and staring towards the ceiling.
"Quick Tai, how many fingers am I holding?" Joe asked as he flashed his hand.
Tai responded in a murmuring and tired way, " . . . Twenty-Eight-Nine . . ."
" . . . I was only holding up one finger . . ." said Joe.
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Meanwhile . . . Down below in the dungeon . . . Screams could be heard . . .
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MUMMYMON! PLEASE!! STOP CHASING ME AND GO AWAY!!!!" Arukenimon shouted.
"But I LOVE my damsel! Oh, Arukenimon! Let me kiss you please! Just one smooch on the lips and I could DIE a happy man!" Mummymon replied.
"We you better be unhappy because you WILL die without a kiss from me!!" Arukenimon shouted as she ran across the screen with the blue coated mummy after her.
Um, wrong scene. That's twice we've seen them in one story. Okay, let's move over to this scene. Yeah, this once fits well:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Palamon screamed. "HELP! SOMEBODY! ANYBODY! HEEEEEEEELP!! HEEEEEELP! HEEEEEEELP!"
The hunched back man snorted as he yelled back. "Quiet!"
"Good grief," Cyberdramon replied. "I can't believe I ended up captured and down here with the other sissy Digimon and being held against my will because of a cowboy!"
"Hey, it's not our fault we're sissy!" both Patamon yelled.
"Yeah! I wanted to get sushi when boom! I wind up in this cage!" Tentomon stated, holding his box of sushi in his smaller hands.
"Can we have some?" Patamon_F asked.
" . . . NO!"
"I bet we're gonna be on the menu for Roasted Pheasants," Biyomon replied.
"Yes, or either that, we could be served up in Hawkmon and Biyomon noodle soup!" Hawkmon flustered, as he jumped up and down in the cage frantically.
"What so special about me anyway? No one eats DRAGONS!!!" Cyberdramon replied.
"All right, ALL OF YOU, SHUT UP!-!-!" Sicknor shouted.
The whole room became quiet with only a rat's squeaking in the corner.
The mansion had an underground dungeon that no one knew about. But of course, it seems like now in days, evil people living in mansions always have a dungeon or torture chamber. Palamon was held behind bars, Biyomon and Hawkmon were both in birdcages, the Patamons and Tentomon were in a cage too, and Cyberdramon was chained against the wall by his hands.
"All right, you verminsss! You just sssit back and relax! The chef should be ready for you soon . . ." Sicknor replied. "For now, I'll introduce myself. I'm Sicknor, your nightmare for the night."
"Psh! Another sissy bad guy," Cyberdramon sighed.
"What did you sssay, lizard?!" Sicknor replied.
"Bad guys these days are just so predictable these days," Cyberdramon replied. "I mean, by the you speak with that weird snake accent, it's just telling me a lot of things about you!"
"True. And I've been through Devimon, Etemon, Myothismon, the Dark Masters, an little bit with the Digimon Emperor, you pretty much know them all by now," Tentomon replied. "Their plans become predictable."
"SSSILENCE!!!"
"Isn't that kind of an ironic word when you yell it out?" stated Patamon.
"Don't make me boil your skin off! Or poke those pretty blue eyes of yours out with rusty bent nails!" Sicknor threatened.
"We're shaking in our shoes," Cyberdramon replied. "If we had any."
"Why you slimy lizard! I cut that tongue off with a rusty knife and feed it to the-!" Sicknor said.
"Does every instrument of pain of yours rusty or something?" Cyberdramon replied.
Sicknor then grabbed a cork screw from his table and waved at Cyberdramon threateningly. "Argh!!" I'll stab you now-!!"
"Sicknor, calm down," said someone who just walked down the stone steps.
He was a man who wore cowboy theme garments. He had the boots, the pants, vest, belt, shirt, gloves, bandana tied around his arm, and of course the hat. But another thing was that around his belts, hung almost four different types of guns! And nasty looking kinds from the looks of it if it was aimed at you.
He was carrying a large bag over his shoulder and tipped his hat in a greeting gesture. "Remember, you don't wanna poke holes into their nice, fine, and tender meat."
"Hey what does that suppose to mean?" Cyberdramon asked.
"Oh yeah, Sicknor, I got more for you to play with," Wiley replied. "I got a blue one, two yellow ones, and a white one with a pink strap around it's belly. The blue one was a fiesty one, I'll say. He kept aiming at me in the goody bag."
"Hehe, way to go," Cyberdramon snickered.
Wiley dumped the bag as four Digimon came falling out. Armadillomon, Bokomon, Nehmon, and a gagged up Veemon tied up like a worm with ropes were the victims.
Patamon_F shouted, "Papa-Mama!!"
Bokomon heard his little child's cry as he ran up to the cage. "Oh! I'm so relieved to see you! Oh! Papa-Mama is here for you . . ."
"Hey, don't I get a hug too?" Nehmon asked.
"All of you, in the cage now!" Wiley shouted, aiming his gun right at the Digimon. Bokomon and Nehmon was tossed into one jail cell and Veemon was stubbornly hung upside down by his feet with foam running out of his mouth like a rapid dog.
Armadillomon rolled up into a solid ball and refused to move. The cowboy just kicked the little soccer ball-like Digimon into a cage and scored as the gate closed on him.
"Ow! I hat when they do that. Especially if they're wearing metal toe cap shoes like Rika," Armadillomon replied.
"Sicknor, you be good to this Digimon," Wiley added. "The Chef wants them perfectly fine and ready for the Mon A La Dinner course."
"Okay . . ." Sicknor replied.
"Well, I'll be off to round up some more doggies for the dinner." Wiley then left the dungeon and back to the surface to hunt some more down.
" . . . Good job in going for the groin, Veemon," Cyberdramon complimented.
"Thank you." Veemon foamed. That cowboy got him pretty tightly bound in ropes to do anything except wiggle now. Hope Davis is fine without him.
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"Um, Tai," Agumon tapped his partner's shoulder.
"Yeah?" Tai responded.
"Do you know where the rest of the guests are?" Agumon asked.
"You mean the ones that are here and missing?" Tai thought.
"No, it's the other ones," Agumon replied. "You know, the 'bigger' ones. . . There's a mob outside in front of the mansion with bigger Digimon saying that they think it's offensive to have a party inside rather than outside like for them."
"Oh dear . . ." Tai sighed. "In these days and ages, you can pretty much offend anyone easily. Even saying the word 'poopie'."
"Poopie?" Agumon replied.
"Please don't say that."
"Awww, poopie!" Agumon said in disappointment.
" . . ."
"Tai! There's a mob outside . . ." Izzy told, running up to Tai.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Tai sighed. "I'll go outside I talk to them and see if I can negotiate with them before they think about stomping down this mansion will everyone still inside."
Then another report came running up to Tai. "Tai! There's a problem . . ." Sora added.
Tai sighed, again. "What is it?"
"The guests are starting to get bored. We need something to get the party jumping up again," Sora stated.
"What? You expect them to start jumping up And down after they went through the buffet table?" Tai answered.
"Well, the buffet table is running low on food because of Guilmon and Cyberdramon," Sora said nervously. "Hehehe, but at least Cyberdramon had recently disappeared, Guilmon is the only one cleaning up. The catering company is starting to become a bit edgy of how much the people eat so quickly."
"Alright, alright . . . I'll deal with it later after this," Tai answered as he left through the front door.
Outside, large Digimon awaited right there and watched the puny human, Tai, come out with a large megaphone in his hand. Tai turned it on and spoke through it.
"All right, what is it you want?" Tai asked.
MetalSeadramon shouted, "We want to PARTY!!!"
"Alright, you may!" Tai spoke.
"But we can't fit inside to party!" Tyrannamon growled.
"Yes! And we would like an apology from you, humans, and to next time make a party that's outdoor!!" Baihumon roared.
"Alright! Alright! Alright!" Tai shouted back, trying to calm down the mob. "We meet to your demands and we'll be sure to throw an outdoor party next time for the reunion."
"Good!" Megadramon shouted. "But-!"
"But . . ." Tai repeated, anticipated to hear what else they have to say.
"You!" Zhuqiaomon flared.
"Humans-!!" Gigadramon left off.
"Shall . . ." Monzaemon added.
"Give us . . ." Golemon sighed.
"A SACRAFICE!!" Machinedramon thundered.
All the Digimon around him roared in fury at the proposal, agreeing this shall be a great trade to restore their dignity and honor. A sacrafice is always well . . . Except for the one who IS being sacrafice.
Tai was skeptical so he turned the speaker back on. "Um . . . A sacrafice?"
"YES!!!"
"I'm sorry, but I don't think that's even allowed in this day and-!!"
"Enough! We want a sacrafice, and a sacrafice NOW!" a Phoenixmon shouted.
" . . . Um, can't you just sacrafice a chicken from the super market?" Tai suggested.
Many Digimon were offended by this answer. Mostly the bird type Digimon.
"HOW DARE YOU?!?!?" Zhuqiaomon screeched. "YOU OFFEND ME GREATLY WITH THAT REMARK OF YOURS, HUMAN!!"
" . . . Uh-oh," Tai finally noticed.
Zhuqiaomon glowed a deep crimson as fire surrounded his body and he readied an attack. "PHOENIX FIRE!!"
"Eeeeeeck!" Tai ran back into the mansion and closed the door behind in a quick manner as flames engulfed the front steps of the mansion.
Tai gasped and choked as he was almost nearly barbequed.
Matt came walking up to him, and looked down at Tai. "Tai . . ."
"Yeah?"
"You have such a knack for negotiations, don'tcha?" Matt smiled.
"Oh shut up~!" Tai replied, before flopping to the ground.
"And to believe, you wanted to grow up and become a diplomat," Agumon added.
" . . ."
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A/N: Okay, please review. Thank you.
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Disclaimer: Refer to Ch. 1 or 2 to see . . .
A/N: Awww, I can't get the fonts to go bold, italic, or underline!!! Argh! Someone out there who knows how to do that, TEACH ME NOW!!!! PLEASE?!?!?!?! . . . . . . . . Okay, here's the next chapter.
Summary: A whole cast reunion of the members of Digimon from Season 1 through 4! We all miss them but now, they return as together! Hope Cyberdramon doesn't start another revolution like the last time at a party . . . ^_^;;;
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Chapter Five: "Mon A La Dinner?"
"Ah-ha!!"
The snake-like voice man jumped out through the door and looked.
"Huh? I could've ssswore . . . There were sssomeone here . . ."
All three of the burglars were hiding right above him. The leader, using the support beams around him, was using all his strength to stay up there and not fall atop the guy below but it was very difficult with two other people clinging on you as your muscles go sore and numb
The leader's muscles soon started to quivered. " . . . Ow . . . I . . . can't . . ."
"No! Not now!" whispered the third one.
"Ugh, that guy has the worse fashion of all!" the blonde one almost shouted.
"SHHHHH!!!" the two other hushed.
The man wore a strange deformed mask that was greenish-gray with tubes running through it to his back where his oxygen tank was. He had a strange way of walking probably due to his hunched back and strange robotic-like black and green armor. Another thing that the leader of the bandits noticed was that he had a shiny bald head (that was blinding him a little) and the hunched man had one red pupil and one light blue pupil. It was very creepy looking as he stared out in the empty halls.
"Sssomeone is here . . ." the snake-voice man answered, scratching his shiny baldhead with his mechanical arm. "I can sssmell them . . ."
"Guys . . . I can't . . . Oof!" the leader's hands slipped and almost fell but his legs still kept him held up on the ceiling. His friends almost fell but they were stubborn to stay on him. "Agh, who's the one with sharp nails digging into my sides?!"
"Eeeck! I'm gonna die . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Sir!!!" the blonde one screamed. "Sorry!"
"Oh shut up~!!" the leader shouted. "Your nails are making my side bleed! I'm gonna let go soon . . . You, let go!"
"No!"
"Then I'm gonna fall . . ."
"But what about my death?" asked the third one.
"Sorry, but you're going down too."
" . . . You wouldn't!" she said in a threatening voice.
"I wouldn't if nails weren't digging into my sides . . . !"
"Sicknor, what are you doing?" asked the host.
"But I heard something . . ." Sicknor, the snake-voice, replied.
"Just go to the dungeon and try not to bother my guests, alright?" said the host.
"Yesssir!" Sicknor replied.
Sicknor hurried down the stairs in his strange way of walking.
The cook and host left the room too and went down the hall and around the corner. As soon as they were gone, the leader let go and all three of them dropped to the ground with a thud. "Oh man, I couldn't hold much longer!"
"Ew! Off of me, pervert!" the blonde shouted again, slapping the leader's hand off her butt. "Ugh! Not you too!" she then punched the third one off of her, right in the nose. "I thought you were gay, not straight!"
"But I AM straight! I'm not GAY!!!" the third one shouted, holding his nose so the blood wouldn't start pouring out like a faucet. "Oh man, my nose is- Agh, so much blood . . ."
"Guys! You heard all that, right?! They're gonna eat the Digimon! And that Sicknor dude is gonna torture them!!!" the leader reminded.
"So what should we do?" the blonde wondered.
"Save them!"
"But what about the mission?" asked the third one.
" . . . We'll still accomplish it in the end."
"Oh."
"Okay, let's go! TO THE DUNGEON!" he declared. He ran down the hall and made a left as his comrades follow.
" . . . Sorry. Took the wrong turn . . . GO RIGHT!!!"
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Cyberdramon snickered and grinned as he piled his plate more and more food, picking up anything on the table that was edible. Fried rice, pork, teriyaki chicken, lobster, crab, gravy, steamed fish, fried noodle, eel sushi, chicken curry, wonton soup- Anything that wasn't green like vegetables he picked up! At this rate, already half the table was empty of meat. Luckily, the chef is still bringing out food . . .
Going somewhere secluded to chow down all his food, he went behind a pillar and plopped down on the ground and smacked his lips in satisfaction. "Ooooh, this is going to be one heck of a night! Better than Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years Eve dinner combined!"
Cyberdramon slid about half of the plate into his mouth when he heard someone close by trying to get his attention.
"Pssst! Hey! Hey you!" shouted from the shadows.
"Hm? Whag? I'mg trying goo eat gere," Cyberdramon replied, with food in his mouth.
This was the biggest thing Cyberdramon ever saw. It was a steak the size of a whole cow covered in sauce! It was big, hot, tender, and had a roasting and aroma that tickled the dragon's nose. It felt like a dream to Cyberdramon to see it.
This caught Cyberdramon's attention very well. No matter what, beef is his favorite. It look a lot warmer than the buffet table food that has been sitting out there in the cold air . . . And it looked perfectly fit for a dragon.
Cyberdramon left his half-eaten plate and followed the steak. Every time he moves closer to it, it seemed to move farther away from him. "Hey! Come back here, little steak! I'm gonna getcha!"
Cyberdramon followed it into a dark hall, a few seconds later, you can hear a loud and long bellow of a cry. "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!"
Renamon was walking by when she stopped and heard it. That was no ordinary cry.
"Odd . . . This looks like, Cyberdramon's plate . . ." as she looked down and said.
The scream. The half empty plate. Cyberdramon no where in site. Cyberdramon would never let anything go without it being eaten.
"This looks suspicious . . . I'll have to tell the others."
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"Alright, Veemon, let's check the list off," said Davis.
"Okay!" Veemon chirped.
"Ladder?"
"Check!"
"Bike?"
"Check!"
Roof?"
"Check! And, um, we're standing on it right now."
"Right . . . Swimming pool?"
"Check!"
"Christmas lights?"
"Che . . . Wait a minute, Christmas lights?"
"You mean you didn't get it?"
"I didn't know we needed it!" Veemon shouted.
"Fine! I'll go get it!" Davis replied. "Oh yeah, I need a plank."
" . . . A plank?" Veemon repeated.
"You heard, me so go get it!" said Davis, as he climbed down the stairs."
"Fine! I'll get a plank for you," Veemon replied as he turned around from Davis and went to get a plank. His tail knocked against the ladder and knocked it with Davis still on.
"What the . . . Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" Davis then fell to his death with a loud thud.
Veemon still continued to walk the other way on the roof. "Huh? Was that Davis? . . . Nah! Now where to get a plank . . ."
Down below where Davis is . . . Davis laid sprawled and half dead on the ground with a ladder on him. "Spine . . . Broken in 5 places . . . Organs shutting . . . down on me . . . Vision going dark . . . Oh, I see the light . . . And . . . Oh wow there's a pretty angel in front of me . . . Wow she has big -!!"
"SPLASH!!!"
"Pbbbbbbt!! Ack! What the-Whoa! That's a miracle! My guardian angel must've healed me or something cause my back doesn't hurt and I'm alive!" Davis cheered.
"Ahem."
Davis looked up at his 'angel'. "Oh it's just you, Yolei."
"So I have a big what?" she asked.
"A what?" said Davis.
"While you were mumbling, I heard you said 'wow she has a big' something," Yolei repeated.
"Oh . . . Oh that! Oh . . . Um . . . I uh . . . You see . . . Ummm . . ." Davis stumbled.
"Yes . . .?" Yolei wondered.
"I was being delusional, right? Now come on, you wouldn't believe a guy and what's he saying if he just fell off a roof, right?" Davis stated. "It's just a bunch of nonsense!"
"Yeah . . . Well . . ." she trailed off.
"Okay, now will you excuse me, but I need to get something," Davis replied, throwing the ladder off of him and rushing off to get the Christmas lights.
"KRACK!"
"What was that?" Yolei heard.
Davis stood still in a running position as his whole body trembled in pain. " . . . My back . . . So it wasn't a miracle . . . It's still BROKEN!!!"
" . . ."
" . . . You mind helping me instead of watching me there, Yolei?"
"No I prefer watching you squirm."
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"Mmmm, ahhhahh!" Guilmon gulped in more food, now working towards the main dish table. The appetizer table had completely disappeared (table and tablecloth and all to boot) and now this table was sinking down quickly into his mouth like the Titanic and the Atlantic Ocean.
Calumon sat at the end of the table as it slowly sank away. He was gonna eat and suck up every little crumbs of food on the table till the end, when the table would sink into the bottomless Guilmon.
"Whoa, now this guy is good," said BigMamemon.
"Hey, Guilmon, you're doing a great job for me here," Terriermon complimented his friend.
"This is the easiest job ever," Guilmon replied, taking a chunk from the turkey (A/N: Still sick of turkey from Thanksgiving). "All I have to do is eat, and you get the money!"
"Yep!" Terriermon replied.
"So, um, do I get some of the money . . . ?" asked Guilmon.
"Depends . . ."
"Depends on what?"
"Depends on how much."
"Can I have half of the bet?" asked Guilmon.
"No! This is my money! Mine! Mine! Mine!" Terriermon snapped.
"I'll stop eating now if you don't agree to giving me half the bet . . ." Guilmon replied. "You know, I am starting to feel a bit kind of full . . ."
Terriermon's eyes widened. "Fine! Fine! Don't stop eating! Keep eating!"
"Good," Guilmon replied, still making the table sink like the Titanic as he leaned it down and made all the food slide down into his belly with mouth wide opened. Calumon was at the end of the table and eventually got sucked in and down towards the dark void of Guilmon's.
"Uh-oh . . . Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" Calumon screamed as he tumbled and rolled right down into Guilmon's-!!!
Guilmon's face drastically changed. "Ungh! Ugh! Ack! Gah! Ach! Ach!! Ach!!!"
Guilmon dropped everything and started to stumble around in a staggering- like and choking manner as he gripped around his throat and made more noises.
"Hey, Terriermon, shouldn't you be worried if your friend there is choking?" asked MetalMamemon.
"Nah, he's fine. Probably choked on a fish bone or creampuff or something but he'll be fine," replied Terriermon.
Guilmon stumbled into other guests and knocked them over. He was already starting to turn blue now as he jumped up and down and causing a disturbance. Sukamon with the mouse Digimon, Chuumon, on his head noticed the choking Guilmon.
"I'll save you!" Sukamon then tossed pink sludge across the floor where Guilmon stumbled along. Guilmon stepped on one of them and fell on his back right after a little arm waving to try to balance from falling. Guilmon landed roughly on his back and-
"POP!"
Calumon burst out of Guilmon's mouth and landed right next to Guilmon's face. "Ewwww . . . Gooey dino-breath . . ."
"Oh, guess Guilmon DID choke on a creampuff," Terriermon inferred. "Hello, Calumon."
Calumon waved back to him and flopped back to the ground and played dead. Guilmon got back up, shook off the pink sludge, thanked Sukamon, and went back to eating. "Back to work!"
Suddenly Mummymon and Arukenimon came running across the scene. Arukenimon was running away as Mummymon was chasing her with his big smacking lips. "Come on, give me a little kiss!! I miss you soooooo much! How come we don't see each other a lot?"
"Why did BlackWarGreymon had to kill my stunt double?! Right now I could be sipping a martini while SHE'S the one being chased now!!" Arukenimon screamed as she ran with arms in the air.
"Aww, come here my honey-bunchie-wunchie-crunchie-What the-?!?! Aaaaaaaaaahhh!!" Mummymon suddenly slipped and fell on his back and heard two things snapped in his back. "Owww~"
He had slipped on the pink sludge.
"Arukenimon? Sweetie? Come help me up . . . Please . . . ? Oooooh . . ."
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"Hey, anyone notice where Biyomon is? I haven't seen her yet," said Sora.
"Nope, sorry. Although I haven't seen Palamon either," Mimi stated.
The older Digidestines were standing in a corner to themselves as they discussed of things. Pretty much anything. Especially the strange disappearance they noticed.
"Guys, Tentomon is missing too," Izzy added. "Apparently there's a string of Digimon missing now . . ."
"Unless they're all up in the entertainment room playing DDR," Matt replied.
"DDR?" Joe asked.
"Dance Dance Revolution," Matt answered. "Version two, to be precise."
"You gotta be kidding."
Upstair in the room . . .
Gatomon was perfectly dancing along with the music and synchronized with the steps. Left, right, down, up, whatever! She did it without even breaking a single sweat.
"Jeez, she's like a dancing machine," said Goblinmon. "Look at her go!"
"Personally I'm a machine so I would say most defiantly," Guardromon replied.
"? Dance! Dance! Dance! Wow! ?" Gatomon sang.
Back down stair . . .
"Nope, Joe. I'm not kidding," Matt shook his head. "Personally, I brought the game along with me."
"Yes, but what if the 'bigger' Digimon wanted to play, hmmmmm?" said Joe. "Do you know what that means?"
" . . . Oops."
"They're gonna have so much fun they'll bring the house down," said Tai. "Literally."
Suddenly Tai heard someone come up from behind him. It was one of the servants but this one was different than the others and served a more personal service to someone. He had sleek jet-black hair, a tight looking face, tall broad shoulders and a dignify look in his eyes.
"Ahem, are you Tai Kamiya?" asked the butler.
"Uh, yeah. What is it?"
"My name is Lao. I would like to introduce your host of this party and owner of this mansion, Master Maxamillion," said Lao.
"Familiar name, isn't it?" Sora whispered to Mimi. "You think he wears a pink suit and has long silver hair with one eye for a puzzle?"
"Well isn't Tai's hair size familiar to someone else too? Hmmm?" Mimi hinted, sipping more of her cup of soda. "That guy SO needs to see my hair tailor."
"Oh, where is he then?" Tai asked.
"He's here," said Lao, presenting to someone next to him.
Tai looked straight at where the butler's hands are but sees just no one. "Ummmm, Mr. Maxamillion suppose to poof in a puff of smoke where you are or something?"
Suddenly Tai felt a swift and jabbing kick into his shin. "Owwwww!!! What the-!! Ow! Ow! Ow!"
"I'M RIGHT DOWN HERE!"
Tai jumped on one foot while the other he held, as he looked down to see a kid, about ten years old with blonde spikes and freckles, stare at him with a demeaning and snobbish look. "I'm Maxamillion!"
"What the-? But you're sooooo . . ." Tai was at a lost of words at the sight of a big name and mansion that belongs to a kid about the size up to his knee. This was weird.
"Midget-like?" Max answered. The kid then kick Tai again as he collapsed once more with a thud, landing on his now bruised butt.
"Ow!! I was about to say 'young'," Tai corrected.
"Oh," the kid replied, right before he gave another kick to Tai in the chin, for the heck of it, and knocking the former goggle-head to the ground.
"Master Max, that's enough! You shouldn't treat your guests like that," Lao stopped.
"Fine . . ." Max sighed.
"Now you see, Master Max has agreed to your reunion party and given you a rent of the mansion for the night, as you all know," stated Lao. "And in fact, he also had a special request of choosing of tonight's special main course."
"What's that going to be?" Matt asked.
"I call it Mon A La Dinner," Max replied. " It's fit for a Digimon and mon kind."
"I see . . . Interesting name," Izzy inquired.
"Um, Master Max," Lao called. "It's about that time the chef cook might want to see you now. Down in the dungeon."
"Dungeon?" Sora said quizzically.
"Oh yeah! Well I got to go now! Bye!" Max than ran off to the kitchen before the butler. Finally, Tai sat back up, rubbing his sore chin. But then Max made a return and kicked Tai again as he gave a yelp right in the face and ran off like a roadrunner.
"A thousand apologies, sir," said Lao as he left too.
"Hey, Tai, you okay?" asked Mimi, looking down at him.
Tai didn't respond except looking dead and staring towards the ceiling.
"Quick Tai, how many fingers am I holding?" Joe asked as he flashed his hand.
Tai responded in a murmuring and tired way, " . . . Twenty-Eight-Nine . . ."
" . . . I was only holding up one finger . . ." said Joe.
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Meanwhile . . . Down below in the dungeon . . . Screams could be heard . . .
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MUMMYMON! PLEASE!! STOP CHASING ME AND GO AWAY!!!!" Arukenimon shouted.
"But I LOVE my damsel! Oh, Arukenimon! Let me kiss you please! Just one smooch on the lips and I could DIE a happy man!" Mummymon replied.
"We you better be unhappy because you WILL die without a kiss from me!!" Arukenimon shouted as she ran across the screen with the blue coated mummy after her.
Um, wrong scene. That's twice we've seen them in one story. Okay, let's move over to this scene. Yeah, this once fits well:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Palamon screamed. "HELP! SOMEBODY! ANYBODY! HEEEEEEEELP!! HEEEEEELP! HEEEEEEELP!"
The hunched back man snorted as he yelled back. "Quiet!"
"Good grief," Cyberdramon replied. "I can't believe I ended up captured and down here with the other sissy Digimon and being held against my will because of a cowboy!"
"Hey, it's not our fault we're sissy!" both Patamon yelled.
"Yeah! I wanted to get sushi when boom! I wind up in this cage!" Tentomon stated, holding his box of sushi in his smaller hands.
"Can we have some?" Patamon_F asked.
" . . . NO!"
"I bet we're gonna be on the menu for Roasted Pheasants," Biyomon replied.
"Yes, or either that, we could be served up in Hawkmon and Biyomon noodle soup!" Hawkmon flustered, as he jumped up and down in the cage frantically.
"What so special about me anyway? No one eats DRAGONS!!!" Cyberdramon replied.
"All right, ALL OF YOU, SHUT UP!-!-!" Sicknor shouted.
The whole room became quiet with only a rat's squeaking in the corner.
The mansion had an underground dungeon that no one knew about. But of course, it seems like now in days, evil people living in mansions always have a dungeon or torture chamber. Palamon was held behind bars, Biyomon and Hawkmon were both in birdcages, the Patamons and Tentomon were in a cage too, and Cyberdramon was chained against the wall by his hands.
"All right, you verminsss! You just sssit back and relax! The chef should be ready for you soon . . ." Sicknor replied. "For now, I'll introduce myself. I'm Sicknor, your nightmare for the night."
"Psh! Another sissy bad guy," Cyberdramon sighed.
"What did you sssay, lizard?!" Sicknor replied.
"Bad guys these days are just so predictable these days," Cyberdramon replied. "I mean, by the you speak with that weird snake accent, it's just telling me a lot of things about you!"
"True. And I've been through Devimon, Etemon, Myothismon, the Dark Masters, an little bit with the Digimon Emperor, you pretty much know them all by now," Tentomon replied. "Their plans become predictable."
"SSSILENCE!!!"
"Isn't that kind of an ironic word when you yell it out?" stated Patamon.
"Don't make me boil your skin off! Or poke those pretty blue eyes of yours out with rusty bent nails!" Sicknor threatened.
"We're shaking in our shoes," Cyberdramon replied. "If we had any."
"Why you slimy lizard! I cut that tongue off with a rusty knife and feed it to the-!" Sicknor said.
"Does every instrument of pain of yours rusty or something?" Cyberdramon replied.
Sicknor then grabbed a cork screw from his table and waved at Cyberdramon threateningly. "Argh!!" I'll stab you now-!!"
"Sicknor, calm down," said someone who just walked down the stone steps.
He was a man who wore cowboy theme garments. He had the boots, the pants, vest, belt, shirt, gloves, bandana tied around his arm, and of course the hat. But another thing was that around his belts, hung almost four different types of guns! And nasty looking kinds from the looks of it if it was aimed at you.
He was carrying a large bag over his shoulder and tipped his hat in a greeting gesture. "Remember, you don't wanna poke holes into their nice, fine, and tender meat."
"Hey what does that suppose to mean?" Cyberdramon asked.
"Oh yeah, Sicknor, I got more for you to play with," Wiley replied. "I got a blue one, two yellow ones, and a white one with a pink strap around it's belly. The blue one was a fiesty one, I'll say. He kept aiming at me in the goody bag."
"Hehe, way to go," Cyberdramon snickered.
Wiley dumped the bag as four Digimon came falling out. Armadillomon, Bokomon, Nehmon, and a gagged up Veemon tied up like a worm with ropes were the victims.
Patamon_F shouted, "Papa-Mama!!"
Bokomon heard his little child's cry as he ran up to the cage. "Oh! I'm so relieved to see you! Oh! Papa-Mama is here for you . . ."
"Hey, don't I get a hug too?" Nehmon asked.
"All of you, in the cage now!" Wiley shouted, aiming his gun right at the Digimon. Bokomon and Nehmon was tossed into one jail cell and Veemon was stubbornly hung upside down by his feet with foam running out of his mouth like a rapid dog.
Armadillomon rolled up into a solid ball and refused to move. The cowboy just kicked the little soccer ball-like Digimon into a cage and scored as the gate closed on him.
"Ow! I hat when they do that. Especially if they're wearing metal toe cap shoes like Rika," Armadillomon replied.
"Sicknor, you be good to this Digimon," Wiley added. "The Chef wants them perfectly fine and ready for the Mon A La Dinner course."
"Okay . . ." Sicknor replied.
"Well, I'll be off to round up some more doggies for the dinner." Wiley then left the dungeon and back to the surface to hunt some more down.
" . . . Good job in going for the groin, Veemon," Cyberdramon complimented.
"Thank you." Veemon foamed. That cowboy got him pretty tightly bound in ropes to do anything except wiggle now. Hope Davis is fine without him.
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"Um, Tai," Agumon tapped his partner's shoulder.
"Yeah?" Tai responded.
"Do you know where the rest of the guests are?" Agumon asked.
"You mean the ones that are here and missing?" Tai thought.
"No, it's the other ones," Agumon replied. "You know, the 'bigger' ones. . . There's a mob outside in front of the mansion with bigger Digimon saying that they think it's offensive to have a party inside rather than outside like for them."
"Oh dear . . ." Tai sighed. "In these days and ages, you can pretty much offend anyone easily. Even saying the word 'poopie'."
"Poopie?" Agumon replied.
"Please don't say that."
"Awww, poopie!" Agumon said in disappointment.
" . . ."
"Tai! There's a mob outside . . ." Izzy told, running up to Tai.
"Yeah, yeah, I know," Tai sighed. "I'll go outside I talk to them and see if I can negotiate with them before they think about stomping down this mansion will everyone still inside."
Then another report came running up to Tai. "Tai! There's a problem . . ." Sora added.
Tai sighed, again. "What is it?"
"The guests are starting to get bored. We need something to get the party jumping up again," Sora stated.
"What? You expect them to start jumping up And down after they went through the buffet table?" Tai answered.
"Well, the buffet table is running low on food because of Guilmon and Cyberdramon," Sora said nervously. "Hehehe, but at least Cyberdramon had recently disappeared, Guilmon is the only one cleaning up. The catering company is starting to become a bit edgy of how much the people eat so quickly."
"Alright, alright . . . I'll deal with it later after this," Tai answered as he left through the front door.
Outside, large Digimon awaited right there and watched the puny human, Tai, come out with a large megaphone in his hand. Tai turned it on and spoke through it.
"All right, what is it you want?" Tai asked.
MetalSeadramon shouted, "We want to PARTY!!!"
"Alright, you may!" Tai spoke.
"But we can't fit inside to party!" Tyrannamon growled.
"Yes! And we would like an apology from you, humans, and to next time make a party that's outdoor!!" Baihumon roared.
"Alright! Alright! Alright!" Tai shouted back, trying to calm down the mob. "We meet to your demands and we'll be sure to throw an outdoor party next time for the reunion."
"Good!" Megadramon shouted. "But-!"
"But . . ." Tai repeated, anticipated to hear what else they have to say.
"You!" Zhuqiaomon flared.
"Humans-!!" Gigadramon left off.
"Shall . . ." Monzaemon added.
"Give us . . ." Golemon sighed.
"A SACRAFICE!!" Machinedramon thundered.
All the Digimon around him roared in fury at the proposal, agreeing this shall be a great trade to restore their dignity and honor. A sacrafice is always well . . . Except for the one who IS being sacrafice.
Tai was skeptical so he turned the speaker back on. "Um . . . A sacrafice?"
"YES!!!"
"I'm sorry, but I don't think that's even allowed in this day and-!!"
"Enough! We want a sacrafice, and a sacrafice NOW!" a Phoenixmon shouted.
" . . . Um, can't you just sacrafice a chicken from the super market?" Tai suggested.
Many Digimon were offended by this answer. Mostly the bird type Digimon.
"HOW DARE YOU?!?!?" Zhuqiaomon screeched. "YOU OFFEND ME GREATLY WITH THAT REMARK OF YOURS, HUMAN!!"
" . . . Uh-oh," Tai finally noticed.
Zhuqiaomon glowed a deep crimson as fire surrounded his body and he readied an attack. "PHOENIX FIRE!!"
"Eeeeeeck!" Tai ran back into the mansion and closed the door behind in a quick manner as flames engulfed the front steps of the mansion.
Tai gasped and choked as he was almost nearly barbequed.
Matt came walking up to him, and looked down at Tai. "Tai . . ."
"Yeah?"
"You have such a knack for negotiations, don'tcha?" Matt smiled.
"Oh shut up~!" Tai replied, before flopping to the ground.
"And to believe, you wanted to grow up and become a diplomat," Agumon added.
" . . ."
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A/N: Okay, please review. Thank you.