The Digimon Reunion
Disclaimer: Refer to Ch. 1 or 2 to see . . .
A/N: Yeah, there's no excuse for me for not updating this story in a very very very long time but at least I didn't leave it off forever. ;;; I kind of lost inspiration to write Digimon stories and went hiatus I guess you can say but then I though that I shouldn't leave readers hanging with a story with no end. So continue reading and laughing until the last chapter to come. Yay! One more chapter and this thing should be over for good . . . Again, sorry. Don't kill me.
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 Eleven: "To Battle"
"You know, we gotta save them sooner or later," Veemon reminded, elbowing Davis in the knee.
"Right, right," Davis replied. "Digivice out and start the dramatic transformation scenes."
"Digi-Armor Energize!"
"Veemon Armor Digivolve to . . . Flamedramon the Fire of Courage!"
"I may have no pants but I still look bad-ass," Flamedramon smirked as he slid down the stair rails like a snowboarder towards the action. "Come on, Davis!"
"Hey wait for me Flamedramon!" Davis shouted after him, going down the stair rails too but it wasn't quite as perfect as Flamedramon when he slid down. "Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"
He tumbled and fell a little along the stair rails and amazingly hasn't broken his neck yet. "Agh! Oof! Ack! Son of a! Dag! Gah! Aaaaahhhh!"
"There goes Davis," TK coughed.
Wormmon digivolved to Stingmon and flew down the steps in a rush with the Digidestines behind him.
"Ya know, this is one hell of a situation we got ourselves into this time," Beelzemon stated, tapping his fingers annoyingly. "Now I'll never get my chance to go to Las Vegas!"
"What's in Las Vegas?" said Takato.
"Booze, women, and gambling."
"Oh."
"The three necessities in life for me," Beelzemon sighed. "Now I'll never get it."
Rika looked up at a flame armored dragon coming down the stairs. "Hey! Here comes Flamedramon to the rescue!"
"We're saved!' Hawkmon praised.
Flamedramon jumped off the rails and landed there striking a heroic pose and grin. "At your service! Flamedramon the Fire of Courage is here to the rescue."
"And here comes Davis!" said Tentomon.
Davis came rolling down the rails and landed in a most painful stance right in the groin with the rails. He gave a small groan before he collapsed off the rails and on to the floor into a fetal position, holding himself. "Oooooooooh. . . . . . . Davis is here too . . . !"
" . . . We're doom," Hawkmon sighed.
"But look, it's Stingmon," Leomon pointed out.
"And TK! Yay!" Patamon shouted with enthusiasm. "TK! TK! TK! TK! T!"
"Little Digimon can be so annoying," Renamon sighed, covering Patamon's big fat mouth.
"Oh No . . . MoRE idIOts . . ." Sicknor sighed sadly.
Stingmon landed near the dogpile of Digimon and Tamers and lifted the heavyset Calumon away. "Off you go Calumon."
He rolled the large white bowling ball away and helped each of the victims up one by one. "The others should meet up with their partners to digivolve and help now so go before it's too late."
All the Digimon scattered and ran to the partners to join up and get ready to fight soon.
"Shoot dem, honey! Shooooooooooot!" Leblanc shouted at her husband. Wiley aimed his rifle and gave four loud shots at Flamedramon that pierced the air around it.
"Fire Knuckle!"
The flames melted the bullets before it even got five meters near them. The only thing that hit him were the mere shadows of the bullets. "Your bullets are no match for my flames."
"WeLL lETs sEE if fLAmes cAn maTCh My STrengTH!" Sicknor charged forward at Flamedramon.
Their fists locked together as they tried to shove each other over the best they can do. "Man you're tougher than I thought," Flamedramon thought out loudly. He pumped his flames to his hands, seeing if it'll scorch the deformed opponent but amazingly the guy was fire resistant or something.
"I alSO fIgHT diRTy . . ."
"Hey! Hey! No kicking where the pants are suppose to be!"
"You-let-go-of-my-friend-in-there-NOW!" Stingmon said word by word, while fencing and hacking against the Chef Cook.
"Never!" he replied, still holding onto Armadillomon under his arm in a large pot covered lid.
"Rabbit pie, rabbit stew, rabbit jerky, rabbit-on-a-stick, BBQ rabbit-" Wiley chanted in a sing-song way of the many ways to cook rabbit meat.
"Don't eat rabbit! Eat cows! Cows! Can you believe I'm a dog too?" said Terriermon desperately as he dodged those bullets.
"I like the sound of rabbit pie . . . Sounds yummy!" Guilmon thought out loudly.
Terriermon pounced on to Guilmon's face and attached himself the red dinosaur. "No Guilmon! We rabbits taste bad! Very bad!"
Guilmon then pondered on that thought. "Mmmm, pie . . ."
"Yes, just pie. No rabbits!"
"Did you guys hear something?" said Agunimon.
"Depends on what kind of sound because I hear lots of them!" Beowolfmon yelled over the loud roaring and growling from the large angry Digimon.
"Well it sounded like a bunch of shots," Agunimon specified.
"That could be me," MetalKabuterimon spoke up, just transforming from Beetlemon to bust down the Woodmon brigade. "sniff Man all this dust and smoke is getting to my nose."
MetalKabuterimon was wheeling around trying to find a place with less dust but it was everywhere and his allergies is starting to build up. "Ah, Aah . . ."
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't be sneezing in my direction!" said KoriKakumon as he backed away with his axes held up in defense. "You'll blow us to Kingdom Come with that cannon!"
"Ah, Aah, Aaah, Aaaah!"
"Oh-no!" Fairymon screamed as she looked around for something to maybe stuff into that nose of a cannon. "Where was that large white bowling ball I just saw a while ago!"
"I thought it was a Digimon if you ask me," KoriKakumon commented.
In the background behind them, Calumon was rolling right along like a large white beach ball blowing in the wind. "Whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...!"
"Ah, Aah, Aaah, Aaaah, Ac!"
Beowolfmon acted quickly so he pulled MetalKabuterimon around from the side towards the crowd of large upcoming Tyrannomons. "Fire in the hole!"
All the Tyrannomons in view looked right at MetalKabuterimon with a horror-struck face of terror. "OH-NO! RETREAT!"
Too late...
"Aaaaah, ACHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"BOOM!"
The pack of Tyrannomons were blasted back almost two miles away from the mansion from that one shot. MetalKabuterimon wiped his cannon and gave a sniff. "Damn my allergies."
"Gesundheit," said KoriKakumon.
"Thanks . . . Oh no, I feel another one coming up," the large tank like Digimon grumbled.
"Well what I heard sounded like four gunshots ago," said Agunimon as he went back to his original conversation. "It was like: Bam! Bam! Bam!"
"But you said there was four shots," Lowemon clearly remembered.
" . . . Bam," he added.
"All right, I got an idea," Beowolfmon declared, as he jumped on to MetalKabuterimon and leaned against it like a car. "Let's use MetalKabuterimon's cannon to knock them large Digimon all back. It'll be a lot faster and easier. Plus I think MetalKabuterimon is packin' enough to last for a long time."
"AAAAAAAAAACHOOO!"
"BOOM!"
Another chunk of the large Digimon crowd were blown away even farther with that shot.
"Bless you," Fairymon said kindly.
"Thank you," MetalKabuterimon sniffled. "I think I'm packing enough sneezes to make more craters than the moon."
"You guys take care of the Digimon," Agunimon ordered, as he started making track across the battlefield that was once was the beautiful white mansion. "I'm going to investigate and see about that shooting."
"But it's probably nothing to worry about! You pretty much hear them everywhere! Especially during a war now!" KoriKakumon shouted to him.
"ACHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"BOOM!"
"Wow, nice shot," Lowemon commented.
MetalKabuterimon sniffled loudly. "sniff Bless me."
"Vulcan's Hammer!"
The large hammer struck five of the opposing Digimon clearly away and many of them were rammed out of the mansion with Zudomon's help. He was holding up a good stand against them . . . for now.
"Oh yeah! Nothing can push Zudomon down! Go Zudomon! Go! Woot!" Joe shouted enthusiastically. "You're the mon!"
"Joe, calm down," said Sora.
"Alright..."
"Izzy! Izzy!" a buzzing voice was heard.
"Tentomon? Tentomon! You're back!" Izzy said cheerfully as his Digimon came to him. "Where have you been!"
"Mimi! Mimi! Mimi! Mimi! Mimi! Mimi!" Palamon chanted all the way.
"Palamon you're back but you look a bit wilted," Mimi noticed.
"We were about to get eaten when the Tamers came by and saved us," Biyomon explained, flying into Sora's opened arms.
"Eaten? By who?" Sora asked.
"By these weird humans! They locked us up in the dungeon and was doing all these horrible things to make us taste good," Tentomon continued explaining. "If you can even make a bug type like me taste edible."
"Who would ever wanna eat you? You never take any baths," said Izzy.
"Because I don't need a bath," the insect replied. "I shed."
"You always gross me out when you explain that, ya know?"
But what we really need to do is save the Tamers! I almost forgot to tell you!" Palamon remembered.
"Save them?" Matt wondered.
"They're gonna get killed by those weird humans!" Biyomon reminded them. "They're on the other side of the mansion. We must help them, Sora!"
"Then let's get going there," said Joe in a gung-ho way. "Zudomon, charge!"
Tai and Matt wanted to stay behind to wait for Agumon to come along with Gabumon too. "Hope Agumon hurry it up."
"We'll see you over there then, guys," Sora waved to Matt and Tai as she left.
Zudomon drilled through the battlefield of the mansion and was shuffling through to make room for the Digidestines to get over there and save those Tamers as soon as they can. "Coming through! Big guy with a hammer about to bash your brains coming through!"
"What are you doing, Puppetmon?" Arbormon wondered, while all the evil dark Digimon huddled around in a group as the possessed puppet was making a circle around them with salt.
"Making a salt circle around us," he answered. "I read it off in one of Daemon's old 'How To Do Voodoo for Dummies' books and learned this trick. It seals all demons in and out."
"So you're the one who stole my books!" Daemon realized. "How dare you . . . !"
"Technically some of us aren't demons," Arbormon described. "Like me, I'm just a some possessed spirit in a piece of wood and metal armor."
"Well whatever vile force is in you, will come out," said the puppet.
"Like this gas that's building up in my bowels?"
". . . . . . . . Please don't let it out."
Etemon's tail twitched and suddenly the place was filled with a rancid smell. "Oops, sorry. Well you're right about the 'vile force' that is in me. Hehe!"
"Ugh! What miserable plague thou hast put upon us, ape!" Mercureymon groaned. "Uuuuuuuuugh!"
"You don't even have a nose so what do you have to complain about!" LadyDevimon implied, pinching her nose.
"Shut up with the Shakespeare accent and speak normal like we, Mercureymon," Grumblemon growled.
"You?" said Mercureymon. "Never am I to speak with horrible grammar such as thou!"
"I are do speak with good grammar!" Grumblemon replied back. "See me speak well?"
"Thou is yanking my chain, isn't no?"
"Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!"
Puppetmon noticed it's taking a long time to do one salt circle around the group. For some reason he's been going around and around and passing by the same Myothismon. "Huh? Why is it taking so long . . . Agh! DemiDevimon! What are you doing! Stop slurping up my salt circle!"
"But I like salt!" DemiDevimon grinned, licking his lips.
"You can eat the garlic if you're hungry," Puppetmon offered. "It keeps vampires away and it's good for you."
"Hey I'm a vampire!" Myothismon spoke up. "If you eat that, you're no longer allowed to perch on my shoulders ever again!"
"Well if DemiDevimon eats that garlic, he'll keep more than just vampires away!" LadyDevimon moaned, not wanting more vile smells coming out from them.
"Your breath is gonna be worse than old gym socks if you eat that . . ." said SkullSatamon.
" . . . Oh well, I'm hungry. Gimmie!" DemiDevimon demanded, receiving the garlic and swallowing it whole. "Mmm, yum. I wish I had onions and liver with this."
"Oooooooh! Run away everyone! Bad smell! Bad smell! Ugh!" Ranamon screamed, running out of the salt circle.
"Come back Ranamon! Or else you're gonna be!" Arbormon pleaded but too late.
"SQUISH!"
You know that sound when you're driving along the freeway in your truck and there's this frog or toad that just leapt into the middle of your path and your tires just happen to smooshed it over, squishing the juices out of it? Yeah that's the sound that Ranamon made when a whole Tankmon crew was charging in. "Aaaaaaaagh!"
"Oh Ranamon . . ." Arbormon sighed.
"And then there were . . . ten."
Agunimon reached towards the bottom of the stairs where the Tamers and Digimon were fighting with the four strange humans. "What the heck is going on here?"
Flamedramon was still locking arms with Sicknor while kicking each other in the shins and blocking; Wiley the hunter was playing rabbit season with the helpless Digimon like Terriermon and Lopmon; The Chef Cook was clashing butcher knife with Stingmon's wrist sword; and Leblanc the madwoman was trying to kill Beelzemon again with Cyberdramon along too.
"I'm totally missing out on something here," Agunimon said as he ran his hands through his hair.
"A little help here is needed," Flamedramon muttered his best through the pain of having his shins kicked.
Agunimon intervene with the fight between Flamedramon and Sicknor with a fling of his flame fists. Sicknor backed off of Flamedramon and flinched in time before he was gonna have a fist imprint to his face. Flamedramon regained his bearings as he took a fighting stance once again. "This is chaos. So much for a reunion."
"Well whoever said a reunion was full of happiness and tears?" said Agunimon. "Ever been to your own family reunion?"
"Well Davis' family is more nuttier than a peanut factory."
"So is mine but you don't hear me complaining after each family reunion."
"What's the worse that can happen to add to this chaos?" Flamedramon sighed.
What seem to be the last room on the first floor of the crumbling mansion burst open with a large orange dino-like Digimon with blue stripes and horns coming through with what looks to be a child in his mouth. The kid was screaming at the top of his lungs trying not to fall down the slimy throat of the monster. Right behind Greymon, Garurumon was bounding about, holding on to a butler by the edge of his teeth as the butler was wailing as much as the kid too.
"...Not really that much of a dramatic event to bust in," Flamedramon commented. "Although I was thinking about maybe a train or comment coming through to wipe us all out."
"That wouldn't make sense," Agunimon replied.
"I know."
"Hey guys," Tai waved from behind Greymon's head.
"We're back," Matt added.
"Oh we're saved . . . !" Yolei praised.
"Hhhhhhraaaaaaaah!" Zudomon finally got through the battlefield with his hammer and arrived with the other Digidestines.
"Tai!" Sora said in surprise at the sight of Tai and Greymon being here before them but quickly noticed the small moving and screaming child in the dino's mouth. "Um, why is there a kid in Greymon's mouth?"
"If you don't let me out I'll sue . . . !" the kid shouted. "I'll kick you in the shin you big-hair kid! Again!"
"Keep it down in there or else Greymon here is gonna have a early midnight snack," Tai said lazily.
"Hey wait a minnit, that kid looks familiar," Joe tried hard to remember. "What the! W-what-Tai! Why are you about to have the host of this mansion swallowed and eaten! Oh no! the mansion! It's ruin! Agh! He'll have the charges on our head! I'm sorry Mister Maxallion! It's all their fault! I told them not to-"
"Relax, Joe. Why don't you listen to what this guy has to say before you start paying back the millions of yens we would owe him," said Tai. "Now go on, kid. Talk!"
"Nooooooooooooooooooo!" Max screamed, struggling more and more. "Never! Never! Never!"
"Or else I'll make Greymon here swallow you," Tai threatened.
"Um, Tai I don't eat children," Greymon noted. "They give me indigestion."
"I'm just bluffing here," Tai whispered back.
"Oh, gotcha."
"Um, I will humbly explain for you, young Master Tai," the butler, Lao, replied. "Max has hired these talented employees: Mister Sicknor, Mister Wiley, Miss Leblanc, and the Chef Cook (we don't know his real name) to subdue your fellow Digimon kinds one by one and serve them to our other guests as a way of cutting budget on the food supply so Max may use that extra money to buy himself an army of Furby toy robots."
"There's plenty of Digimon meat to go around. Imagine, Digi-Burgers! Plentiful and all under the roof of this mansion! Especially when it's made of you," Max huffed. "I can practically feed a whole starving nation in South America!"
"Ack! That mean we were gonna be eating our own friends!" Guardromon yelped. "Wait, I don't eat. I consume motor oil . . . You're gonna be eating your own kind."
Guilmon was confused. "Um, so Takato eat Guilmon? Me no eat Takato instead?"
"Um, yeah," Takato nodded. "And I hope you never think about eating me, Guilmon."
"Oh. Okay."
"Well that just mean we'll put the bill on Max and his buddies here then," Tai smirked. "For assault and attempted murder and all the other crap we had to deal with. Now where's the cops when you need them?"
"Lao! Use your super l33t ninja skillz to get us out of here!" Max shouted.
"Hai! Ninja Technique: Dragon Smoking Pipe!" Lao pulled out two smoke bombs, stuck them up Garurumon's nostrils, and tossed four more down to the ground as they burst into large dark puffs of distractions to escape. Garurumon had a nose full of smoke up his nose and let go of his bite on Lao. "Agh my nose . . . !" Garurumon wheezed. "I don't smoke pipes nor am I dragon! Argh! Burns!"
"I can't see!" Greymon stumbled about with the kid in his mouth but when he shifted his tongue to talk, he noticed that the lump of the kid in his mouth a second ago was gone. "Hey! The kid is gone!"
"Wha . . . Hey, that Sicknor guy is gone too!" Flamedramon said in surprise.
The large pot containing Armadillomon suddenly dropped and the little yellow Digimon crawled out. "Phew, almost become an ingredient for armadillo stew like Uncle Wilson."
Garurumon dedigivolved back to Gabumon and was sneezing badly with the smoke up his nose. "Oh it's stings like rotting DigiTamamons . . . !"
"Leblanc? Geez that woman disappeared," Beelzemon realized, slumping against a wall to lean on. "Guess she doesn't want to hunt for a man like me anymore."
"Good. Now I don't have to play secret service for you," Cyberdramon sighed as he got up.
"ZING!"
A small slender dagger slipped through the air and almost hit Beelzemon in that place if he had slipped down against the wall a little faster. "Eep. You spoke too soon."
The smoke had finally cleared up and in front of them stood all six villains standing straight in a row as if waiting to strike. Lao was like a ninja ready to strike with his many ninja equipments on hand under that small exterior; Leblanc with her lethal and deadly looks and hidden weapons; The Chef Cook and his enormous butcher knife and stir-fry pan as a shield; Wiley and his arrays of NRA approved guns; Sicknor and his supernatural human ability and transformation; and finally Max with his . . . . . er, shoes of kicking-in-the-shin-power.
"Well guys, here comes the real battle," said Greymon as he prepared. "I'll take the creepy green one."
"Swell," Flamedramon sighed, getting his opponent taken already. "I get the cowboy over there."
"Hey I wanna go against the ninja," Takato implied. "Wanna go, Guilmon?"
"Okie dokie," he said gladly.
"To make things simple, I get the midget brat," Agunimon grinned.
"I'll gladly take the Chef Cook again," said Stingmon.
"Alright Beelzemon, you get lady luck over there," Takato said casually.
"What! Who said I was gonna be in this show to fight again!" Beelzemon said in shock.
"Don't tell me you're afraid of a girl, are you?" Flamedramon wondered.
"Uh, not unless she's armed to the teeth and wants to slice off my head," Beelzemon said in a whispered tone.
"Actually she wants to slice off your balls so that's a difference so go get her, tiger!" Terriermon giggled. Cyberdramon grabbed Beelzemon by the collar of his jacket and belt as he tossed him to battle. "Come back alive to pay me back what ya owe me, okay?"
"Why is it always me . . . ?" Beelzemon whimpered as he flew across the field.
"We'll never get out of this alive!" Etemon cried. "The King is dead!"
"Elvis has been dead for a long time, buddy," Devimon reminded.
"No I meant me!"
"Those larger Digimon are sure gonna stomp one of us down for good . . . Yep," Arbormon said, as the Gazimon that was standing close by was suddenly stepped on by a large foot belonging to a Tuskmon. "sigh Just like Ranamon . . . sniff"
"Hmph. I'm bored of this. Come my pet bats. We will escape this place and come back the next year's reunion . . . if there's anyone left," said LadyDevimon as she whisked away with hundreds of her bat fiends. "Ta-ta for now!"
"Wait a minnit, why didn't I think of that?" Myothismon realized. "I can fly too!"
"Because you're an idiot with the brain size of a redwood tree seed," Puppetmon replied.
"My bats! Fly me out of here now!" Myothismon ordered, as hundreds of bats appeared out of no where and lifted Myothismon away. "So long suckers! I'll see you all the next time we have a reunion . . . If you survive the night! Ha! Muwahahahahahahahahahaha! What the-AAAAAAAAAGH!"
"CHOMP! GULP!"
"That's eighty-nine guests I've swallowed already, Machinedramon," Chaosdramon bellowed.
"Bitch!" Machinedramon fumed.
Ironically Myothismon was swallowed now by the red machine Digimon when he just realized he could've flown after all these hours of war. Oh well.
"What a foolhardy and ironic death," Mercurymon sighed.
Daemon wiped his forehead. "Good thing I didn't fly off too when I had that chance. I'm grounding myself for good then."
"Ditto," SkullSatamon added.
"And then there were eight . . ."
The League of Extraordinarily Large Evil Dark Digimon were in front of the mansion, marching in and being blown out from the onslaught against the little Digimon and that blasted cannon of theirs, MetalKabuterimon and his sneeze. MetalKabuterimon was giving enough blasts to make a nuclear bomb look like a water balloon! Surprisingly the larger Digimon don't seem like they'll be retreating anytime soon.
"Move in!" a commanding DarkTyrannomon roared to the army.
"AIM!" shouted another large Digimon.
"FIRE!"
"AAAAAAACCCHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
"BOOOOOOOOM!"
A large chunk of the Tyrannomon group and other larger Digimon were blown to the stars, far, far away for good.
MetalKabuterimon had the quickest nose to shoot in this quick draw duel. "sniffleBless me."
"Nobody can challenge him in a duel of cannons," said Beowolfmon. "He's the quickest cannon shooter of the ol' West, right?"
"We are living in the East, brother," Lowemon corrected.
" . . . Oh well, does it matter?" Beowolfmon shrugged it off.
"Here comes more," Fairymon said as the upcoming horde dawned upon them.
"Alright Cannon Mon, show them what you got," Beowolfmon said confidently.
" . . . Poof."
"Huh?"
"Hggggggggghhh . . . . . . . . . . . Poof."
"J.P. . . ."
"What! I think my allergies are gone sniff," MetalKabuterimon replied. "I can't shoot anymore. My cannons are blown out good."
"They're what!111" Beowolfmon shouted. Beowolfmon hopped up to the cannon and climbed in to take a better look. " . . . Oh shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii . . . "
It didn't look like the horde was gonna stop and kneel down to tie their shoes anytime soon to delay their upcoming destructive charge. Looks like the secret weapon is out of gas. Time for Plan B.
"Now what, Koji?" KoriKakumon asked frantically as he paced in circles, looking up and down at the enemies.
Beowolfmon had another great plan that was brewing within that noggin of his with his legs still dangling out of MetalKabutermon's cannon:
"Um . . . . WE RUUUUUUUUUN!"
Everyone leapt onto MetalKabuterimon and held on as he drove backwards and away from this dangerous situation they were in. "Keep rolling away . . . !"
"sigh You know, I actually had a premonition that we were gonna be running away like this in the end," Fairymon sighed.
A/N: With the Tamers and Digidestines about to face off with one of the baddest team in the world and a charging army full of Godzilla-size Digimon coming nonstop, what will be left? Will Anybody survive? And who will - dare I say - die in the next chapter! It'll be someone we all love and adore and will no longer be with us. Stay tune and find out the final outcome on the next (and last) chapter of Digimon!
Please review. Peace.