The Digimon Reunion
########################################################################
Disclaimer: Refer to Ch. 1 or 2 to see . . .
A/N: Has it been a slow time of the year or something? Because I don't see a lot of new stories that much now and reviews too . . . Hm, oh well. Enjoy the next chapter of this.
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 . . . ^_^;;;
########################################################################
Chapter Seven: "Don't Talk to Strangers"
Agunimon and Lobomon were almost half-dead on the ground along with the other bigger Digimon they just beat up recently. The two of them were panting heavily and could really use a good shower since some of the larger Digimon decided to make them into dinner and swallowed them.
"Phew . . . We make a pretty good team, eh?" asked Lobomon.
Agunimon took in a deep breath to answer the question before he collapsed with exhaustion. "Ooooooh, yeah! I could keep going all night and day and maybe . . . maybe . . . Okay, sleepy-by-nappy time for me."
Agunimon then lied sleeping and passed out on the concrete floor like a baby. Lobomon shook his head and picked up Agunimon and dragged him back to the mansion by his hair. "You idiot. Let's head back to the mansion. That fight should keep those Digimon out of the way for the moment . . ."
As Lobomon was heading back to the mansion, a loud shrieking roar burst through the night. Lobomon turned around and saw the monster. "What the?"
"MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I AM KIMERAMON! FEAR MY POWER FOR I AM CREATED BY DARKNESS!! LORD OF MONSTERS!! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM, YOU PUNY DIGIMON?!?!?!"
"Uhhhh, a mix-and-match puzzle Digimon?" Lobomon replied sarcastically.
"DO I HEAR SARCASM . . . ?!?!"
"Oh, nooooo, I'm being very serious," Lobomon replied. "I fear you greatly."
" . . . YOU DO?"
" . . . No . . ."
" . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . YOU ARE BEING SARCASTIC!!!"
"Gee, it took you that long to realize it, oh 'lord of monsters'?" Lobomon replied.
"YOU SHALL FEAR ME!!!" Kimeramon shouted as he prepared to attack.
"I've faced and kicked all these fat-ass Digimon and I'm not even tired yet!" Lobomon smirked. "Uh, except my 'long haired rock-and-roll look-alike' friend here. Psst, Takuya! Wake up now! You're making me look stupid here by myself. Aren't you gonna help me?"
"You are stupid," Agunimon replied subconsciously as he slept lazily. "Zzzzzzzz . . ."
" . . . Whatever. Okay, Slide Evolution . . . KendoGarurumon!!"
Now, as KendoGarurumon, he growled and snarled as he prepared to fight. With his mighty blades spread out like swordsman's, glistening in the moonlight, he charged at Kimeramon with full speed using his Howling Star attack.
"Howling Star!"
"SLAP!"
"Agh! Ow! Ack! Oof!" KendoGarurumon rolled and tumbled and skidded to a halt on his back. He was slapped away by Kimeramon's many arms like a car and Godzilla. He reverted back to his human self quickly all scrapped up.
"Sheesh, this is new," Koji said faintly. "Okay, he's a lot more powerful than I thought but . . . Lets see if you like a taste of my double cold hard steel swords! Execute! Fusion Evolution . . . Beowolfmon!"
Beowolfmon leapt high into the air and swung his Zweihänder sword from over his shoulders and down on to Kimeramon's head but . . .
"TINK! CRACK . . . !!!"
Beowolfmon's eyes widened. " . . . Oh shit."
His two large combined Zweihänder had cracked in half and shattered into little pieces. Beowolfmon was still in shock now because without his sword which was like the strongest alloy around, what the hell can crack a head like Kimeramon's?
"Hehe, can we take a coffee break now?" Beowolfmon asked.
"IS IT MY TURN? . . . OH WAIT, IT IS," Kimeramon replied. "HEAT VIPER!"
" . . . Eep."
"KA-BOOM!!"
"Wow, it's bright out there," said Tommy, looking outside the window. "It's practically lighting up the mansion in here!"
"Anybody got a pair of sunglasses?" J.P joked. "Before I go blind."
"Should we, um, go outside and help them?" Zoe wondered.
"I think Koji and Takuya are doing just fine," Kouichi answered confidently. " . . . Hopefully."
"Uh-huh . . ."
Beowolfmon climbed out of the rubble of concrete that covered him and coughed up some pebbles. "Ugh, I'm gonna feel like shit in the morning . . ."
"YOU'RE GONNA FEEL NOTHING IN THE MORNING! HAHAHAHA!!"
########################################################################
"Those freaking assholes are so gonna get a body full of lead stuffed in them as soon as I find them . . ." Beelzemon grumbled as he buckled his belt.
He found his clothes tossed along the ground and was picking each of them one by one and putting them on. The three monkeys, Myothismon, Devimon, and Etemon, have left the scene and are probably inside the mansion laughing it up. Beelzemon practically ran almost half way around the mansion in nothing except his birthday suit until he found his clothes.
"Ooooh, I'm so gonna kill them with one shot of my guns right up their—Huh?" Suddenly Beelzemon had a sense of something . . . Something called 'the call of nature'.
"Oh great, where's an out-house when you need one?" Beelzemon wondered, as he tried holding it in. Beelzemon looked around to see no way into the house to get to the bathroom nor any out-houses. "I shouldn't have drank all those margaritas . . . Shit! Shit! Shit! I really need to go . . ."
Beelzemon then looked over to the bushes and sighed. "Better than nothing to hide behind and pee."
Beelzemon then ran behind the bushes, zipped down his pants, and . . .
"Oh man . . . That's better . . . Hey! Don't be describing about this you pervert!" Beelzemon shouted.
(A/N: I wouldn't even want to . . . Might scare my readers away.)
"Thank you!" said Beelzemon.
Suddenly Beelzemon spotted someone running through the bushes. "Huh?"
It was Wiley, the cowboy looking guy with a rifle and scope in his hand. He was sneaking through the bushes and tracking his next prey. "Hehehehehe . . . I see you . . ."
He pulled his scope on to his rifle and started taking aim. He was looking at the rump of the Digimon and zoomed out to get a better look at the Digimon. It was Gigasmon, who was just standing there like a large gorilla with a large nose and scratching his butt leisurely.
"Hehehe, that head of yours is gonna be on my trophy wall . . ." Wiley giggled. He cocked his rifle and prepared to pull the trigger when—
"Hey, bub! Do you mind?! I'm trying to go to the bathroom here and you're sort of invading my privacy! I'm very bladder-shy, ya know?!" Beelzemon shouted.
"What?" Wiley asked, still concentrated on his hunt.
"What the? Who are you trying to shoot? Gigasmon?" Beelzemon wondered, as he pulled his pants back up, zipped, and buckle his belt.
"What's it to you . . ?" Wiley asked suspiciously. "I'm on a errand here."
"Well that's a friend of mine over there," Beelzemon replied. "He may be a butt-scratching idiot but still a friend."
"Uh-huh, whatever," Wiley replied and returned to aiming at Gigasmon. "Now buzz off, prick, so I can send this rhino off on a dinner plate before midnight."
Beelzemon was pissed off by being ignored by this idiotic human and kicked him in the ribs. "Prick?! I'll show you not to ignore me. Do you know who I am?!?!"
"Ow!" Wiley accidentally clicked the trigger and the tranquilizer inside shot out.
Gigasmon yawned and fell back to sit down on the grass as the tranquilizer barely grazed his nose and hit someone else far off into the distance . . .
"Ow!"
To summarize it, the tranquilizer hit into some fangirl's butt and she fell into the swimming pool. Oh yeah, Willis jumped in to the rescue.
"Too many damsels in distress these days," he commented. "Score! Hey, do you need mouth to mouth resuscitation?"
"SLAP!"
"Ow."
Beelzemon immediately pounced the hunter and started beating the crap out Wiley like a punch bag. Wiley screamed and shouted with pain and tried to escape but Beelzemon just pulled him back into the fight and continued punching.
"You son of dingo! You get pleasure off of hunting my fellow Digimon kind?!" Beelzemon asked.
"So what?!" Wiley asked.
"So what?! I'll show you 'so what'!" Beelzemon grabbed Wiley's rifle and snapped it in half and then lifted Wiley above his head as he tossed him to the ground and did the elbow slam on him.
"AHHHH!!"
"Here's a healthy serving of my can of whoop ass on ya!"
"CRUNCH!"
"AGH!"
"Oh yeah! Who's the toughest, roughest, fighting, biting, Digimon around??" Beelzemon said. "ME!!"
"AIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE!!!!! NO MORE! NO MORE!"
"I'm not even done you cowboy hick! This is my 'so what?!' attack on your behalf!"
"CRACK!"
"AHHHH!"
"POW!"
"EEEEEEEECK!"
"KICK!"
"OOOOOOOH GAWD! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!"
Wiley started scrambling out from behind the bushes and barely held on to what was left of his hat and pants and ran away screaming. Beelzemon got out of the bushes a bit ruffled up but still heated up on trying to beat up Wiley.
Beelzemon adjusted his dark mask and straightened his jacket. "Where's that high horse cowboy of a jackass, huh?! Hunting us Digimon? I'll hunt HIM instead!" He pulled out both of his double barrel guns and ran after the cowboy shooting him. "Human hunting season has just open! Oh yeah, baby!"
"This is worse than riding on a bucking bull and being chased by it at the rodeo!" Wiley screamed.
########################################################################
"Oh man . . . This party is making me dizzy, huh?" said Matt, holding his sore head. "I can't perform on stage feeling like this. Guess I will have to let the Gotsumon sing. Even if it is 'rock and roll', hehehe."
"Yeah, that's why party people decided to make a—*hic*!" Tai replied.
"A bar? Yeah, hey bartender! Another Taquila, baby!" Agumon ordered.
The bartender girl went to pick up Agumon's glass and shook up another drink and poured it for Agumon. "Here ya go."
"Thankie lady," Agumon sighed, as the bartender left to go to the other side. Agumon's tired eyes wandered around and followed the bartender's behind. The bar was lit with candles and lanterns at the moment since the power went out. Hopefully it'll be restored before some drunken person thinks the place is on fire and puts it out with his alcoholic drink.
"Hey, Tai . . ."
"Yeah, Agumon?"
"I think I'm starting to think humans are attractive . . ."
" . . . Good grief. There's too many weird problems in this world and party for me to think about," Tai groaned. "I'm getting a headache."
"Mmm, amen to that," Matt added.
"If you have a lot of headaches, it could be a sign that you have a brain tumor, ya know?" Agumon yawned.
". . . Gee, thank you so much for the extra weight on my mind. Now I'm gonna think I actually HAVE a tumor in my head," Tai sighed.
"Who can tell with that bushy hair of yours covering your head?" asked Matt.
"Hey . . ."
"*hic*!" Gabumon gulped down his drink and then fell off his stool seat.
"You think you have a headache? Hmhmhm, try bashing your head through thirty-eight walls and falling off the 2nd floor head first into the concrete."
"No, that's just stupidity with added insults to it," Tai replied to the voice. He looked down to the his right to see a large black bulk that was sulking and looking down into his empty shot glass as the mon sighed hard.
"BlackWarGreymon?" Izzy recognized.
"What are you doing here?" Tai asked.
BlackWarGreymon sighed again heavily as he started tracing his claws on the edge of the glass. "I just wanted something, ya know? Something to quench this thirst for knowledge of my existence. My existence to fight. I'm not that dramatic, am I? I just want . . . ANSWERS!"
He then crushed his shot glass under his mighty fist with a thump that shook the counter as ice cubes jumped out of their glasses.
"My suffering is like a disease that gropes and spread through the mind and soul, poisoning me like venom," BlackWarGreymon described. "I cannot stand this tension and pressure on me as it weighs me down and crush me like an insignificant insect. My life is worth nothing except destruction and chaos wherever I go. I am doom to live a life of misery . . ."
"Uh . . . That's deep *hic*," Gabumon replied.
"My destiny is being played around and twisted by fate like a string with knots and loops here and there with no ending . . . I just want to end my SUFFERING!!"
"Then why don't you go jump off a bridge?" said Matt.
"Tried that, didn't work."
"Uhhhh, fight someone who can kick your butt?" said Agumon drunkenly.
"Did that and I can't find anyone to toss my frustration out without killing them in a single blow."
"Uh, didn't you die before?" said Tai. "I saw you get shot by Oikawa with that big blast into the stomach in one of the episodes so shouldn't you be dead?"
"Oh sure, but some ASS of an idiot just HAD to put me back together again and give me life!" BlackWarGreymon replied, as he banged on the counter. "Who do they think they are? God?! My destiny is an endless ring of suffering! I will never escape this!"
"Dude, you need a hobby," said Agumon.
"I suggest learning how to make sushi," said Gomamon. "Everyone LOVES sushi."
"I don't like sushi," Joe commented.
BlackWarGreymon sighed. "I need to go. Destiny awaits . . ."
BlackWarGreymon stood up and left the bar. Instead of going through the door, he opened a wall.
"CRUNCH! POW!"
" . . . Ya know, I think he really is kind of dramatic," said Gomamon.
" . . . You 'think'? *hic*!" Tai hiccuped.
"You know what? This is a really pointless scene in the story so let's move on and see what maybe Davis and Yolei are doing on the rooftops," said Agumon.
"No, that's pointless too! Anything involving with Davis IS pointless," Gabumon hollered. "All he's doing now is recovering from a bloody nose on the roof of the mansion with Yolei leaving him to go find Ken."
"Oh."
"Now we don't have to worry about them," said Matt.
" . . . Let's check on Takato and the others."
########################################################################
"Good grief, I'm not use to running around in a dress," Rika complained.
"Well a dress wasn't really designed for running," Ryo chucked.
"No but Irish men wear skirts," Terriermon giggled. "Hehehehe!"
"They're properly called kilts, Terriermon," Henry corrected.
"Kilts. Skirts. Dress. They all open and flow high and low," Terriermon chuckled. "Fwahahahaha!"
" . . . Good grief," Henry sighed. "Must you laugh at your own jokes?"
"Man, how far is this hall? My tummy is getting hungry," Guilmon whined.
"But you just ate almost 3 whole buffet tables in a row a few minutes ago!" Takato reminded.
"But I'm hungry . . . I'm not going any further until I get FOOD!" Guilmon said selfishly.
"Aw, Guilmon, come on! I promise to give you food right after this," Takato replied. "I promise you peanut butter bread the size of a COW if you just keep going."
"Noooooooooo!" Guilmon whined. "I want food now!"
"No."
"Yes!"
No."
"Yes!"
"No!"
"YES!"
"NO!"
"If I don't get food now, I'm gonna hold my breath!" Guilmon threatened.
" . . . What?" Takato didn't hear well. "Why?"
"It's a little kid thing," Henry explained. "Suzie does it all the time when we go shopping . . . If she doesn't get her candy, she goes mad on a tantrum and holds her breath in as a threat or she'll pass out."
"Does she ever succeed?" Jeri asked.
"No. Dad just ignores her and let her pass out on the floor and then prop her on to his should and tell the cashier person she's asleep before we leave," Henry replied. "It's actually funny if you think about it . . ."
" . . . You're dad is weird," replied Rika.
"Mmmmph . . ." Guilmon held his breath so long now that he started turning blue. Then he just fell over and passed out.
"Guilmon!" Takato reacted as he checked on Guilmon.
"He'll be okay," Henry assured. "Maybe a bit light-headed but he'll recover."
Takato just sighed in relief. "Oh Guilmon."
Suddenly the lights came back on in flash.
"Hm, someone must've forgotten to pay their electrical bill and now its back," said Leomon.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
"What was that?!"
########################################################################
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Cyberdramon screamed.
"Good thing I found the back up sssourcesss for the lightsss," Sicknor cruelly chuckled. "Now back to thisss."
"Hey, what I said I didn't really mean it! Really!" Cyberdramon cried as he squirmed under the restraints. "Well . . . I guess this is good bye. *sniff*"
"There goes a brave mon," Tentomon sighed.
"Salute!" said Hawkmon.
Biyomon was confused. "To who? Him or his—!"
"Him."
"Oh."
As Sicknor was about to perform the operation, a loud banging on the dungeon door bust the hinges off and came Wiley running and crawling in almost rags of his cowboy clothes.
"Wiley, what'sss wrong?" Sicknor asked.
"It's coming! It's coming!" Wiley ranted deliriously.
"Who? What?" Sicknor asked.
Wiley tumbled and fell down the stair steps without breaking his neck and reached to Sicknor. Sicknor put his tools away and forgot about Cyberdramon. Cyberdramon sighed happily in relief. He prayed more again for being lucky.
"What happened to you?" Sicknor wondered.
"Well I was hunting and all when suddenly this monster leapt me from behind and started tearing me up! I fought and aimed my gun but he over powered me as he snapped my rifle into two!" Wiley told the story.
"Wow, what kind of Digimon is this?!" Sicknor wondered.
"ME!" Beelzemon came in with one of his guns in his hand. "All right, you #$%^&*@ put your hands in the air!! Who are you?! What are you?! And why have I suddenly end up in a dungeon??? Hm, reminds me of my eighteenth ex-girlfriend's house. Gothic-like castle home."
"Agh! It's him!" Wiley screamed in fear as he put his hands in the air.
"Ssstupid!! Your pantsss, you idiot!" Sicknor said in disgust.
"Huh?"
"Pull up your pantsss! Wear a belt!" Sicknor hissed.
"Oh, well my belt got torn up," Wiley said in embarrassment as he pulled his pants up.
"Hehehe." Beelzemon took out a torn up belt from behind his jacket and tossed it over to Wiley. "For a cowboy, you use a cheap leather belt. Pah!"
"Agh. My belt . . . Mamma gave that to me for my sixteenth birthday," Wiley said in shock. "I'll get you . . . !!"
"Tch . . ."
Wiley grabbed a tool off the table and tossed it in anger at Beelzemon. He just swung his arm to block it but the tool ricochet off his arm and hit all the way back to Sicknor. Sicknor moved aside as the tool hit the gun-like thing he was using on Cyberdramon at the table and it set it off! The thing shot out a red laser right between Cyberdramon's legs.
"EEEP!!" Cyberdramon squeaked.
"Whoa! That almost got him!" Patamon realized.
"Just when you think it's over for now, something surprise like that can almost burn it off," Hawkmon commented.
"Oooh, burn it off . . . That's a scary thought."
"Cyberdramon, is that you?" Beelzemon realized as something was strapped to the table.
"Meep," the dragon replied.
" . . . I take that as a yes. Sorry!" Beelzemon replied as he started refilling his gun with ammo. "Time to pump lead."
"Come back with fresssh new clothesss! I am NOT fighting along ssside with you if your pantsss are gonna keep falling off like that," Sicknor ordered. "I'll just . . . HaNdLe tHiSss."
"Fine." Wiley then ran off and went into another room of the dungeon.
Beelzemon loaded ammo into his gun and gave a warning shot that smoked at Sicknor's foot. He leapt from the top of the stairs to the bottom and was in a fighting stance with his gun aimed for Sicknor's head.
"Heh, any last words, goggle-nerd?" Beelzemon smirked.
"YeEsSs," Sicknor replied. "DOn'T uNdEreSTimAte A gOggLE-neRd LiKe mE . . . HehehEheHeHEhE!!"
"He's actually serious about that," said Palamon.
"Oh suuure. Whatever! I can take on some little geek who hangs around in a dungeon like that hunchbacked bell tower guy!" Beelzemon shouted over to them. "Now watch me as I blast his ass off with my high magnum gun!"
"Uh, Beelzemon . . ." Armadillomon pointed. "You should regret what you said."
"Why?"
"We've seen him go berserk mode on Cyberdramon when we annoyed him," Nehmon answered.
"Yes, and that was horrible," Bokomon nodded.
"Scary," Patamon_F added.
"What?"
"Gah! Agh! B-b-b-b-Beelzemon, behind y-you . . . !" Veemon warned.
"Huh?" Beelzemon turned back around to Sicknor but to find something else. "What the—Holy love monkey on a teeter-totter! What the heck?!"
Sicknor, the hunched back armored man with oxygen tubes running through his weak body, was suddenly replaced with a new person, er, monster . . . Now there was a large red skinned humanoid monster with teeth like knives and yellow beady eyes. Steam was surprisingly streaming through from his body and his armor was seemingly to start melting off little by little.
"KhEhEHeHeHehEhEhE!!" Sicknor laughed sinisterly. "YoU cANnoT dEFeaT Me!!"
"All right, this is going to be a bit more difficult than I thought." Beelzemon fired his gun at Sicknor but it didn't even penetrate the steaming hot skin. "What?! All right you red-neck monster, I'll kick your ass then!"
Beelzemon charged at Sicknor and gave him a side-kick into the face. That barely phased the monster so Beelzemon launched his fist between the monster's eyes. It squirmed a little bit but grabbed Beelzemon by the boots and tossed him right into the sides of the stairs.
"Ow! That smarts," Beelzemon twitched. "Man, what happened to me? I can usually kick ass as easy as getting a girl to my house on my first try! I'm getting too old."
"Do yOU hAve aNy LasSst wOrDsSS??" Sicknor cackled. "GaHahAhAHaha!!"
"Yeah, I do," Beelzemon replied. "With a hot breath like that of yours and a steaming hot body, I have two suggestions that I can put into four words: BREATH MINT AND DEODERANT!!"
"GrRrRrRrRrRrRrRr . . . RaGh!" Sicknor grabbed Beelzemon by the throat and crushed him across the wall next to the other captives.
"Hello, Beelzemon!" Nehmon waved. "Nice view isn't it?"
'Oh boy, at a time like this, what should I say?' Beelzemon thought. "Oh yeah, HELP! HELP! HELP!"
Suddenly a voiced shouted from the doorway. "Cyberdramon! Are you there?!"
"Huh?"
Suddenly the cavalry arrived (but not on horses). Takato and the others came rushing in through the broken doors and saw the scene. "What the heck is going on?"
"Oh man, Takato, it's you buddy! Hey, help your old *gack* Uncle Beelze here, please?" Beelzemon choked.
Takato was confused. "Uncle Beelze?"
"I think the oxygen in his brain is lacking at the moment," Renamon explained.
"WhO ArE yOu?!?" Sicknor ordered.
"Here to rescue Cyberdramon, you monster!" Ryo answered. "Cyberdramon, answer me! Are you all right over there?"
" . . . Meep . . ."
"DoN't bOtHeR tHeM! ThEy'lL sOOn bE yOuR maIN CuIsIne foR DInneR!!" Sicknor laughed crazily.
"Wait a minute, you're the one who's been kidnapping Digimon and trying to eat them?" Henry figured it out.
"So WhAT?!"
"I swear, that's all these guys answer," Beelzemon replied. "Gagh!"
"Hey, pick someone your own size or bigger!" Guilmon replied. "Whooo, still dizzy."
Takato rolled his eyes. "Get him, Guilmon!"
"Yeah!" Guilmon charged at the red monster. "Guilmon Digivolve to . . . Growlmon!"
Growlmon leapt on to the large red monster and start gnawing on Sicknor's arm like a pitbull. "Grrrrrr!"
"Come on, we gotta rescue the other Digimon down here," Leomon roared.
Everyone rushed down the steps and into battle, but Rika went slowly with Renamon watching her by her side. "I-am-not-use-to-wearing-a-dress-or high-heels, dammit!!"
"Jeri is able to at least," Renamon mentioned.
"Yeah well, I don't wear dresses," she said. "I wear jeans."
Henry and Terriermon rescued the captive Digimon while Ryo and Jeri with Leomon helped free Cyberdramon off the steel table. "Cyberdramon, are you all right?"
"Fine . . . Thanks," was all Cyberdramon can reply.
"Sure, what are best friends for?" Ryo replied.
Cyberdramon thought hard in that bloodlust mind of his. "Ummmm, to stab in the back and eat them later?"
". . . No."
"Oh, okay."
"He must still be in shock," said Leomon.
"As long as he's safe, let's move him out of here," Ryo stated.
"Yeah, Growlmon! Knock him down! To a left! To a right! Uppercut!" Takato cheered and coached him.
Growlmon was tossed to the right and the wall gave away under his dino-weight. "Ow. I think I'm okay."
"Alright, minor setback but come on and fight!" Takato continued.
"A'ight you Digimon, this way out of here! Move it! Move it!" Beelzemon was rallying all the captive Digimon out to the exit.
"Oy! Where's my meat, Sicknor! I have no Digimon to marinate at the moment and I'm ready!" the Chef Cook asked as he came running in from a different door. The large belly man was stunned to see Sicknor in his monstrous look and fighting with a dinosaur along with all the captive Digimon gone. "Agh! Where's my meat? They've escaped!"
"Huh? Oh, so you're the cook, huh? So I suppose this Sicknor bub is just your flunky?" Beelzemon taunted.
"Noo, he is an employee like me," Chef Cook answered. "We are hired."
"By WHO?"
"What's it to you?"
"Sheesh, what is it with humans and minding their own business?! Someone just give me an answer," Beelzemon shouted to no one in particular.
The Chef Cook then took out his butcher knife and tossed it right at Beelzemon's head. Beelzemon luckily moved to the side before it made a permanent space into his skull and brains. Beelzemon lunged at the Chef Cook and started beating the crap out of him too just like the way he did to Wiley a moment ago.
"CRUSH!"
"MUSH!"
"BUSH!"
"BASH!"
"Sheesh, you're so blubbery I can't eve punch you properly to hear a crunching noise of bones!" Beelzemon complained.
Rika finally made to the bottom of the stairs and was satisfied because she was able to get down all by herself without falling in a dress. "Phew! I made it! Now to kick some butt!"
"Rika, come on! We're going back up the stairs. Let Takato and Growlmon handle this," Henry hurried.
"What?! But I just got here, in high-heels!" Rika complained.
"Well you might wanna run now because Growlmon is going to fall on us!" Henry grabbed Rika by the arm and pulled her up the stairs with everyone else right before Growlmon collapsed.
"Come on guys! We need to go upstairs and warn the others about this operation scam," Jeri cried out.
All the Digimon and Tamers except Takato with Growlmon and Beelzemon left the dungeon to head back to the others. Hopefully Growlmon and Beelzemon can buy some time against a red monster and a Chef Cook.
" . . . Ow. I need food."
"Aww, come on Guilmon! Up! Up! Up! Wakie! Wakie! Now!" Takato shouted as he came running over to him. "Come on!"
Beelzemon finished making almost mince meat out of the Chef Cook but got bored of him and tossed the chubby man to the side. "All right, where's that cowboy hick so I can kick his butt again and put him out of his misery . . ."
"BANG!"
Beelzemon's foot would've had a hole in his boots if he took that step. He pinpointed where the shot came from and it was from behind the overturned table. "There you are!"
"You demon! Stay away!" Wiley shouted. He finally got new attires and a rifle and was back in the game as he shot rounds after rounds at Beelzemon.
Beelzemon pulled out his guns and shot multiple rounds at Wiley. The blast of each shot from Beelzemon's gun blew away holes in the defense of that steel table. Wiley had to move away and run off to the side and shoot again.
"You can run but you can't hide! Ha!" Suddenly Beelzemon clicked on his gun trigger to see no bullets coming out. "What? No! Uh-oh . . . Ack!"
"BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!"
Beelzemon ducked, dodged, jumped, leapt, hopped, skipped, rolled, and hid finally behind a broken piece of the brick wall. He was extremely lucky to be still alive. (A/N: And doesn't this remind you of Trigun episode? Hehe) But when he checked over himself to see if he had any wounds, he pulled off his jacket and noticed it was bullet eaten with dozens of holes. "This was my favorite jacket!"
"Hahahaha," Wiley laughed. "What are you gonna do now with no more bullets? Guess I'll be pumping lead into you!"
Beelzemon checked through his pockets and pouches one last time to see he no longer had any ammo left. He then checked his other gun on his leg but it was out too. Guess this was the end for him.
Beelzemon tossed the jacket away, and thought long and hard. "All right, you've been in worse situations before, right Beelze ol' buddy? Great, I'm talking to myself and I never TALKED to myself."
"As a gentleman, unlike you, with honor, I will allow you to surrender right now with both hands up in the air with your guns out loose," Wiley proposed. "Do you accept?"
"No I will not accept! No wait, I will! No I won't! No, I will! Yes! No! Yes! No! Yes! No! Yes!" Beelzemon was in a conflict with himself in the moment as he punched in some sense into his head. "Ow! Dang that smarts."
"I'll give you to a count of three to come on out and surrender. One . . . Two . . ." Wiley counted. "Two and one fourth . . . Two and a half . . . Two and three fourth . . ."
Beelzemon stood up from the rubble with both hands in the air and his guns hanging from his index fingers with both barrels opened.
"Ah, so you finally decided to surrender," Wiley smiled.
"No actually . . . I decided that I gun-to-gun shooting isn't fun anymore so how about a gun-to-your-head COMBAT!"
"BONK!"
Beelzemon tossed both his guns right into Wiley's forehead knocking him out in a flash. Beelzemon ran over and picked up his guns and sheathed them. "Ha! Oh yeah baby, who's the best around here?! Well it ain't defiantly you, cowboy! Man I'm so cool!"
Beelzemon then did his victory dance.
########################################################################
A/N: Okay, so this chapter didn't have much comedy in it except action in last part mostly but in the next one it should have more funnies because that's when I'm gonna let hell go loose and after that I think should be the last chapter. Okay, review and suggestions if any you guys! Later. ^_^