Digimon World Tour Chapter 38: The Philadelphia Story, a digimon fanfic

Digimon World Tour

Recap

[Greg] We arrived in New York City, and everyone caught wind of the fact I disrespected the president, and he was pouting about it. Matt and T.K. convinced me to post an apology on Facebook. We had lunch with Mimi, an old friend of the Ishida brothers and Kari. Turns out she's sincere, can cook, and has a brilliant singing voice. Too bad she can't write lyrics to save her life. I've gotta ask her for the French Dip recipe. We had a meeting with RCA Records that only proved music is politics. Executive Meddling at its worst. We also had a nasty run-in with Ingrid Michaelson, who had her song stolen from her and given to us. She was pissed! Then, during rehearsals, Anya and Thomas got called away to fight this group of Chessmon with Charisse. Marcus tagged along as usual. Norstein showed off his chess prowess, Marcus got to do what he does, and we ended up performing on Saturday Night Live. I love my job!

Chapter 38: The Philadelphia Story

Greg

After the gig on SNL, we hit a local club. The only problem was that most of us couldn't get in. And by most of us, I mean anyone that wasn't Matt, Anya, or me. So, we went back to the hotel. Most of us settled into our usual post-game routines. For me, that meant catching up on my Facebook games and a makeout session with Anya. Don't worry, we didn't even get to second base. Veemon made sure of it. The original DigiDestined and Thomas decided to get some well-needed and well-deserved. As for Marcus and Rika... all I'll say is that Rika decided to invite Marcus to her room for a, ahem, "sleepover".

Rika

"You never told me about the Digimon fight you were in recently," I started. "I thought I did." "Well, tell me again." "Oh, it wasn't much. Charisse became this beewoman. Big wings, big bust, the usual. Nerdstein got to play chess with me as the king." "Ha ha ha ha! That should've been fun." "Eh, it got better when I challenged a KnightChessmon by myself. He ended up slamming me into a tree, but I'm good." "Oh, that's good. Wouldn't want anything to happen to you." "You're telling me, babe."

After it was over, we just laid there in bed. "So, what do you want to do tomorrow?" I asked him. "I dunno, just relax, I guess. Maybe do a little sightseeing. Between Saturday Night Live and those night moves we just pulled off, I'm exhausted." "You? Exhausted? Never." He just laughed at that.

Sunday, we didn't do much of anything. Greg packed his suit so he could finally go to church on East 87th Street. Marcus and I explored the city. As we walked down 57th Street and 5th Avenue, Marcus got an idea. "Aww man, I just thought of something. It's only 9:45. Why don't we get some breakfast at Tiffany's? I'm buying." "Breakfast at Tiffany's?" "Yeah. Hadn't you ever heard of it? They wrote a song about it." "Eh, I'm not so sure." "Come on, Rika. What have we got to lose?" I checked my watch. We had to catch a flight at 1:30 to Philadelphia. "Whatever. We've got time to kill. Let's go."

We approached the Tiffany store. It looked like it hadn't opened yet. Marcus read the sign on the door. "It doesn't open until noon?! We don't have that long!" So, he slammed his fists on the doors. "Come on, come on! Open up! Don't you know who we are? We were on Saturday Night Live last night! I demand that you let us in for breakfast!" As he kept slamming and kicking the door, I looked around. People were taking out their smartphones and laughing. "Marcus, they're laughing at you," I said through clenched teeth. "Well, fend them off!" So, I moved people away. "All right, all right. All we want is breakfast here." They laughed even louder, so I joined them.

After a minute or two, I tapped Marcus on the shoulder. I could see the sweat coming from his neck and face. "What!?" "Marcus, these locals just told me that you can't get breakfast at Tiffany's." "You what?! Whaddya mean you can't get..." "It was a movie! Audrey Hepburn's character got a Danish and coffee and stood outside the window." The locals all nodded. Marcus was outraged. "A Danish!? We could've had that at the hotel! Rrrgh... come on, we'll get a few Danishes and donuts and that kinda thing."

The locals took us to a nearby bakery. All the way there, Marcus muttered "Sanafrazzin rasafrassin." We ended up eating pastries outside the Tiffany window. "Some breakfast," Marcus grumbled as he chomped into his second donut.

Greg

After returning from church, we took our private jet to Philadelphia. We spent a good part of time discussing Marcus and Rika's little adventure. I just had to laugh out loud. "Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh, Marcus, sometimes you really crack me up. You've done a lot of things, but this takes the cake! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, heh heh heh heh, heh ha haaa... ahhh me." "I didn't think it was that funny," Marcus said defensively.

Thomas put down his copy of Billboard Magazine. "Marcus, you should be glad those locals dropped by when they did. If you had seen the film, you would have known that Audrey Hepburn's character brought her own breakfast. I expect this escapade of yours will be seen on TMZ very soon, and the label will complain. You should pray that Madames Lohan, Kardashian, and Cyrus do something outrageous again." "Oh yeah? And where were you?" Marcus wanted to know. Thomas turned the page. "I was at church with Greg." I eagerly nodded. "Yes, he was. I saw him, he was there." "OK, then."

We quietly checked in at the Westin Philadelphia, wearing sunglasses as usual. It was Sunday, so there wasn't much to do. We took pictures around the city, touring places like the Fireman's Hall Museum and Franklin Court. Thomas really got into learning more than he already knew about American history. He could make a great American.

Since we knew English so well, we couldn't use the "foreigner who can't understand the language" card. Kari and Anya went shopping down the 3rd Street Corridor. All the shops were independently owned, so we were giving back to the community. Rika bought a few tops as well, because nobody except Marcus was going to get her out of those blue denim jeans.

We also surprised a bunch of kids in a local library by volunteering to read to them. Rika chose the book, which was written by author Adam Mansbach. She sat down on a mat, with all those inner-city kids gathered around her, and started reading it. "'The cats nestle close to their kittens now./The lambs have laid down with the sheep./You're cozy and warm in your bed, my dear./Please go the f**k to sleep.'" "What does that word mean, Miss Wika?" a bright toddler asked. Rika grinned. "That's such a good question. I'm gonna spell it all out for all of you." Rika looked so proud of herself. The rest of us dropped our heads in shame. After a very frank conversation about sex (something I'm not entirely convinced Rika knows everything about), we were kicked out of the library.

We decided to go out on the town for dinner that night. I'd always wanted to try a cheesesteak, so we bribed- er, asked a local to help us. The best cheesesteak in town was at Geno's Steaks. They even taught us how to order. Matt wrote him a pass good for both our current CD and our future CD at any store in the country, and gave him $10 besides in case his signature was no good.

When we arrived at Geno's, the place was packed. There was no doubt this was a popular place. Thomas and I looked at the menu. "$9.50 for a Wiz Cheesesteak? That is preposterous," my Austrian friend said. "You're telling me," I agreed. Marcus got a look himself. "What's the matter with you two? We're celebrities. Knowing us, we're probably gonna get our meals on the house anyway."

"Come on, Marcus, you know we don't operate that way," Matt said disapprovingly. Marcus scoffed at that. "Just watch, Ishida. You might learn something."

Marcus

I walked in that joint with a certain swagger. I mean, I was the drummer for a hit band. I was on SNL, I'd hit the big time. The place was crowded, so I had to make my presence known. "All right, everybody out the way! The Teenage Wolves are in the house! Arooooooooooooooooooo!" Some of them cleared out, but some of them stayed right where they were. I motioned for the others to come inside, and they did. One of the people who didn't move was a guy wearing goggles that we all knew. He turned around while taking a bite of his cheesesteak. "Marcus!" he called with his mouth full. I stopped and shook my head to make sure I was seeing straight. "Davis? What are you doing here?" He swallowed. "Eating a cheesesteak, and a pretty good one too. Cheese whiz without."

Greg

We bought our cheesesteaks and sat down to join our buddy, Davis Motomiya. It seemed Davis had discovered a new fitness routine: CrossFit. For those who don't know, CrossFit is a strength and conditioning program with the aim of improving, among other things, cardiovascular/respiratory endurance, stamina, strength, power, speed, coordination, agility, balance, and accuracy. "It's really awesome, guys. I've been trying to mix it up with my capoeira. You see these?" Davis pointed out his bruised knees. "Awww, what happened?" Kari asked sympathetically. "Oh no no no, I'm proud of these. These are battle scars."

As we ate, he just kept talking about it. The boy would not shut up. Finally, Matt had a comeback. "So if you're really into this, why are you eating a cheesesteak?" Davis swallowed the last bite of his second cheesesteak. "The paleolithic diet sucks! No grains, no dairy... how am I supposed to run a noodle business someday when I can't eat grains?"

"I guess you should've thought about that before you started," T.K. commented. Davis looked at him with disdain. "Oh come on, like you'd know anything about diets. You're just a basketball player." "Exactly. I don't put dietary restrictions on myself. I just know how to eat right." "Whatever, T.C."

After taking photos with the owner and taking selfies with everyone in the place, we finally arrived at the Wells Fargo Center to help set up for the next night. Good Charlotte's roadies helped us a lot. After everything was up and running, we did a soundcheck. "Any requests?" Matt asked. Marcus raised his hand. "Uh, yeah. Actually, I've got one. This morning, Rika and I tried having breakfast at Tiffany's. So, do you guys know that one?" Matt smiled. "Sure thing. I'm guessing you do, too."

["Breakfast at Tiffany's"

Written by Todd Pipes

Performed by The Teenage Wolves

Lead Vocal: Greg Logan (Doug Erholtz)]

Greg starts playing his acoustic guitar. The Digimon, PurityxSpirited, and Davis sit in the audience and watch.

Greg:

You'll say, "We've got nothin' in common
No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart"

T.K. joins in on his guitar, followed by Good Charlotte guitarist Benji Madden.

Greg:
You'll say, "The world has come between us
Our lives have come between us"
Still, I know you just don't care

The band fully kicks in as the audience bites their collective lips, gets up, and dances.

Greg/Matt/T.K.:
And I said "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
She said, "I think I remember the film
And as I recall, I think we both kind o' liked it"
And I said "Well that's, the one thing we've got"

The usual guitar riff in this song has been replaced by Anya's saxophone.

Greg:
I see you, the only one who knew me
But now your eyes see through me
I guess I was wrong

Greg/Matt:
So what now?

Greg:
It's plain to see we're over
And I hate when things are over
When so much is left undone

Davis shows off some of his CrossFit-flavored capoeira, as does Davis' Veemon. We also get more shots of the band, including Anya trying to fit in her saxophone.

Greg/Matt/T.K.:
And I said "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
She said, "I think I remember the film
And as I recall, I think, we both kind o' liked it"
And I said "Well that's, the one thing we've got"

Greg:

You'll say that we've got nothin' in common
No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart

Greg/Matt:
You'll say

Greg:

the world has come between us

Greg/Matt:

Our lives have come between us

Greg:
Still I know you just don't care

The drums kick in again as the audience continues the groove.

Anya plays something on her saxophone.

Greg/Matt/T.K.:

Oooh
And I said "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
She said, "I think I remember the film
And as I recall, I think, we both kind o' liked it"
And I said "Well that's, the one thing we've got"

And I said "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
She said, "I think I remember the film
And as I recall, I think, we both kind o' liked it"
And I said "Well that's, the one thing we've got"

The song ends with Anya and T.K.'s instruments harmonizing. The audience cheers.

Davis

The Teenage Wolves actually have a pretty awesome sound. It kinda makes me wish I could sing. I mean, I'm not tone deaf or anything. I just can't play any instruments, or sing for that matter. The two things I'm really good at are handling Veemon and soccer. I've been getting better at capoeira, though, and I'm starting to devote myself to CrossFit. (Everything except the diet, anyway. Yeech.)

When the band finished their song, we cheered. Right at that second, our Digivices went off. Charisse sent Ben and the other Good Charlotte members off to do something. I waited until they were gone before I answered my earpiece. "This is Davis, come in." "Davis, glad to hear from you." It was Izzy. The others quickly listened in with their earpieces. "Izzy? Where's Commander Sampson?" "With the United Nations in New York. He arrived there this afternoon, about the same time you made it to Philadelphia. Now listen carefully. There's an Examon attacking the Lincoln Financial Field, and a Leviamon at the Philadelphia Museum of Art. They're both Mega-level, so you'll have to split up."

Greg

Thomas scratched his chin, thinking. So did Gaomon. Finally, Thomas came up with an idea. "Eureka! Izzy, why don't you send out Rika, Greg, and Kari to deal with Leviamon, while the rest of us work on Examon?" I couldn't believe my luck! Here I was, going to be sent out on a mission with two girls I'd both had crushes on. One tried to be too forward with me, and the other I didn't have a prayer with. "Prodigious!" Izzy exclaimed. Thomas sighed. "Izzy, I don't even believe 'prodigious' would be the appropriate word in this instance." "Well, it's my favorite word, and I am third in command. Dr. Damon is at Kristy's ballet recital." "Figures," Marcus grumbled.

The two Veemons were psyching each other up. "Are you psyched up, man?" mine asked Davis', shoving him. "Yeah! Are you psyched up, man?" his asked mine, shoving him back. They kept shoving each other back and forth.

Anya called me over to the side. "Oh, Gregorivich," she called sweetly. I quickly joined her by the right side basketball hoop. "What is it, honey?" "Now Greg, I know that you and I have a very good relationship, yes?" "Yes, dear." "And I know that you're probably all giddy to get to work with Kari and Rika, yes?" "Yes, dear," I sighed. I was starting to sound like my dad. It made me sick. "And I know you wouldn't do anything that was, er, shall we say... questionable?" "Ohhh, gimme a break. They're both 14, they probably wouldn't give me the time of day. On the one hand, Marcus would punch me in the gut, and on the other, T.K. would never speak to me again. Of course, that all depends on how mad he gets." "Fine. I just need a little insurance, my darling." We kissed on the lips for at least 15 seconds. Then, we broke away. "...I think I should still ask Davis to go with you." "Oh, we'll have to talk about this tonight," I said. "Looking forward to it," she breathed out.

In the meantime, I could faintly hear Marcus take Rika to the side. "No macking on Greg, you got that?" Marcus said. "Of course I won't mack on him. Don't be an idiot. He had his chance."

Finally, it was settled. Davis, Rika, Kari, and I would go to the Philadelphia Museum of Art, while the others went to the Lincoln Financial Field. The four of us found an empty block of parking lot. My Veemon and Davis' Veemon were still psyching each other up. "You come at me, bro. Come at me!" "My body is ready!" "All right then. On the count of three." "One, two, three! Vee Headbutt!" they shouted at the same ran towards each other and their foreheads collided. Both ended up on the ground, grabbing their heads. "Veemon! Stop fooling around!" Davis reprimanded his Digimon. The two got up. "We're ready!" they said at the same time.

Davis decided to give me some pointers on the art of invoking Armor Digivolution. "Now listen up, Greg. When you're Armor Digivolving Veemon to Flamedramon, you stress the 'r' in 'energize'. If it's for anything else, you stress the 'i'. So it's 'enerrrrgize' for Courage and 'energiiiize' for anything else." "Why do you do that?" "It makes me stand out, above the crowd, even if I gotta shout out loud." "Fine. That's your thing. I guess I better let you stand out." "Fine!" "Fine!"

"Come on, guys. We don't have all night. Let's get this over with," Rika said impatiently. We took out our Digivices and chose the appropriate DigiEggs. "Ready, Veemon?" Davis and I asked at the same time. It was catching. "Ready!" they replied in sync. "Renamon, stand by for transport!" Rika called. Renamon gave a thumbs up. "Are you ready, Gatomon?" Kari asked. "Born ready," she replied. We thrust our Digivices forward and gave the call. "DigiArmor Energize!"

"Veemon Armor Digivolve to... Raidramon, the Storm of Friendship!"

"Renamon Armor Digivolve to... Raidramon!"

"Gatomon Armor Digivolve to... Nefertimon, the Angel of Light!"

We boarded our Digimon and rode off. Unfortunately, a group of Troopmon cut us off at Exit 344, merging onto I-676 E/US-30 E/Lincoln Hwy E/Vine Street Expy E. All three Raidramon used Thunderbolt to clear them out. We finally arrived at 2600 Benjamin Franklin Parkway, but it was too late. The front steps were covered with Troopmon, and there were human bodies lying all over the floor. We dismounted, and I started checking for pulses. "They're not dead, they're just unconscious," I quickly stated. "Oh man, who would do that to a human?" Davis wondered. "I don't know, but we better act quickly."

Davis built up some righteous fury in him and called out our enemy. "Leviamon! Show yourself now! We know what you've done, and you're not gonna get away with this!" Just then, we heard a loud roar and looked straight ahead. There, at the top of the steps, was a long, red dragon. I looked him up on the Digimon Analyzer. "Yep, that's Leviamon, all right. 'A Mega-level Demon Lord Digimon. It is said that he builds the foundation for the existence of wickedness in the Digital World.' We should've brought T.K. here. He'd have killed for the chance to end evil," I said.

"Who dares interrupt my conquest of this temple?" the red dragon roared. "That's not a temple, that's an art museum!" Rika shot back. "Silence! It will serve as my temple from now on. I have a large squadron of Troopmon that say so, and besides that, I could easily kill you all with my raw power!" Our Digimon reverted back to their Rookie forms. Davis' Veemon went first. "Not if we have anything to say about it! Right, Davish?!" "Yeah!" The two of them clenched their fists. "It's time, guys!" We took out our Digivices and ignited our DigiSoul as far as it could go. Kari, now with steely eyes of determination, pointed to Leviamon with her free hand. "Your reign of wickedness is about to come to an end!" she vowed. For anyone curious, Davis' Digivice Burst was colored blue and white with a green screen.

We slammed our palms over the sensors, tilted the Digivices at a horizontal angle and thrust them forward. "DigiSoul, Charge! OVERDRIVE!"

"Veemon Double Warp Digivolve to... Imperialdramon!"

"Veemon Double Warp Digivolve to... UlforceVeedramon!"

"Gatomon Double Warp Digivolve to... Ophanimon!"

"Renamon Double Warp Digivolve to... Sakuyamon!"

Imperialdramon was huge. He was covered in black and gold armor and had a large cannon positioned on his back. "Whoa..." Davis was too busy looking at UlforceVeedramon. "Whoa..."

Rika

The boys were too busy staring at each others' Digimon, so I had to take action. "DigiSoul Aura Mode, On!" I turned on Aura Mode and started fighting my way up the stairs, beating down Troopmon. Sakuyamon was by my side, dropping down like lightning from the sky and attacking two or three at a time with a kick. I got pushed down two steps, but pushed through and went up four. I even tried borrowing an attack from Renamon by concentrating some of my aura into my fists and feet. "Check this out, Sakuyamon. Power Paw!" Then, I jumped up and came right back down, kicking and slicing. I took out two Troopmon that way. "Very nice, Rika!" Sakuyamon said while she unleashed a storm of purifying cherry blossoms. I grinned.

Greg

Ophanimon manifested ten crystals between her hands and fired them through the air, attacking Leviamon. The long dragon only swung them away with his two tails. "Biting Crush!" He took a huge bite out of the water fountain, then swung his tails at a flagpole. The pole with the American flag dropped. It's always a sad day for America when an American flag drops to the ground like that.

"Ya know, I could easily take out all those Troopmon with one shot," Imperialdramon bragged. "Not with Rika and Kari fighting on the steps!" Ophanimon countered. I contacted them on the earpieces. "Rika! Kari! Clear out of the area. Imperialdramon can't get a good shot with you two in the firing line. I repeat, clear out of the area towards safety." "Roger," Kari said. They ran to our side, but not before a Troopmon cornered Kari. She fired a lightning-fast kick at him, taking him out.

"Is everybody here?" Davis asked. "Yeah!" "Good. Now we gotta clear out all these people." "No problemo!" Imperialdramon beamed us and a lot of unconscious bodies up into a pouch on his back. Then, we flew about 25,000 feet up. "Wow... this is incredible," I gasped while looking at the view. Imperialdramon lasered in on his position. "All right, now to take out those Troopmon, and Leviamon if we're lucky. Positron Laser!" He fired a huge blast of positronic energy down towards an exact spot. We saw a giant boom. Then, we came back down to Earth. The Troopmon had been taken out, as well as the steps, a few lamp posts, the water fountain, and some sections of sidewalk. Rika let out a long, downward whistle. "Hmm... at least nobody got hurt," Davis' partner said cheerfully. Our other Digimon looked like they were OK. Sakuyamon and Ophanimon had generated shields, while UlforceVeedramon flew back in towards us. We were released out of the pouch and went back on solid ground.

Leviamon just laughed loudly. "Fools! All you've done is taken out these pesky troops for me." UlforceVeedramon stepped forward. "Then let us finish the job! Dragon Impulse X!" He covered himself in the aura of a dragon and slashed through one of Leviamon's tails. "Fox Card!" Sakuyamon threw a card at Leviamon and drained his power. "Eden's Javelin!" Ophanimon radiated a beam of purifying light from her javelin. It hit Leviamon hard, causing him to scream in agony. Davis thrust his hand forward. "Now, Imperialdramon! Finish him!" "Splendor Blade!" Imperialdramon zoomed forward and slashed through the rest of Leviamon with his claw. Within seconds, he reverted back into a DigiEgg. We celebrated our victory. After we had cleared the area, our Digimon reverted back to their Rookie forms.

Marcus

OK, so what is up with Naomi's Beast Spirit Evolution, Domesticmon? Does she have a furry fetish or something? I'm serious, she's a slender humanoid dog standing on her four legs, with a light-golden curly mane, pupiled cyan eyes, and sleek golden fur. Her ears were big dog ears with curls that peeked out from under her mane. She had this dog's tail too. Looked just like a dog. She also wore this deep-cyan-blue armor with gold petal-like details all over her body except for her paws, tail, face and ears. Oh, and here's the other thing. She had two gold-bordered blue gem blossoms with her Spirit symbol in the center on each side of her head, and all of her attacks used those gems.

I can't have ShineGreymon use his fire attacks when she's shooting leaves everywhere. She even used some of the AstroTurf as weapons, which was kinda cool. Once we'd weakened Examon enough, Seraphimon used the deepest mystery to convert his mortal life into a Big Bang, whatever that means. Let's just say that he didn't die, but he just blew up part of the stadium and Examon. Everybody had a part to do, but T.K.'s partner did the biggest. Oh well, at least I got to punch Examon in the face. It's true. I jumped from one of the rafters and grabbed onto one of his scales. Then, I climbed up his body while he was going high into the air. I thought I was gonna run out of oxygen for a second, but I kept my head in the game. While he took on heat from friction with the atmosphere, I moved my way right up into his face and punched him in the snout. Then, I swung back up to the top of his head so he couldn't hit me. I had to take off my jacket just to keep from overheating. ShineGreymon flew up, waited for me to get on board, then knocked the ever-lovin' snot out of Examon. It was incredible. Seraphimon got the final blow.

We gave each other high fives and fist bumps and what all, then we took a taxi home. I had to take a shower and freshen up before my usual orgy with Rika.

Greg

At the hotel, we ordered room service for the Digimon. Not only did they deserve it, they probably needed it. All of them digged in, with Renamon, Lalamon, and Gaomon being a bit more civilized about it. They still ate big portions, but they actually had table manners. Westin really didn't believe in junk food, so everything the Digimon ate had "food synergy," or the pairing of certain foods to increase their nutritional value.

Anya and I did have that long talk that night, and we swore we wouldn't even think about cheating on each other.

Rika

I was in the middle of wrapping my legs around Marcus' when my cell phone rang. It really killed the mood. Marcus groaned in disappointment as I picked up the phone. "Yo?" "Rika? It's Mom." "Mom? It's nearly 11:30 at night in Philadelphia." "Oh, what were you doing?" "Well, you know... stuff with Marcus." "Oh. Well, I just wanted to tell you the good news. Hiroaki proposed to me today!" "He what!?" "Proposed. And I said yes! We're going to get married in June!"

It took me a minute, but then I started laughing. "You really got me there, Mom. That's hilarious! Ha ha ha ha! Please, tell me you're joking." "The picture's on Instagram, and I want you to be the maid of honor." "Uhhhhh..." "I'll e-mail you the details. We've got so much to do. Tell your friends they're invited as well. Good night!" Then, she hung up.

There was a long pause. "So, what happened?" Marcus asked. "I'll explain later. First, I gotta do something." Marcus got out of the way so I could get out of bed. I made myself look decent, then opened the window and stuck my head out of it so all Philadelphia could hear me. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! DAMN IT!"

Matt

I was in the middle of bass practice when my cell phone rang. I stopped and answered it. "Yo?" "Matt? It's Dad." "Oh, hey Dad. I was just in the middle of practicing my guitar." "That's great. I just wanted to let you know that I proposed to Rumiko, and she said yes." "She did? That's great! Way to go, Dad!" "Heh heh, thanks. Now, I'm calling you first because I know that T.K. is going to be very upset when he finds out. I want you to break it to him gently. I have always loved your mother and always will, but it's time I started finding my own happiness again. We're getting married in June, and I want you to be the best man." "Oh, hey, why don't you do it in L.A.? We've got three weeks in June we're not doing anything. It'd be perfect." "Great. I'll make the arrangements and let you know." "Great." There was a long pause. "So, are you saying that you are all right with Rumiko possibly being your stepmother?" "Oh yeah, yeah. I'm just worried about T.K." "I'm sure he'll understand in time. Good night, Yamato. I love you." "Love you too, Dad." I hung up.

Just then, I heard a loud knock at my door. "Matt, there's someone at the door. They sound really serious," Gabumon said. I checked through the peephole. It was T.K. and he looked upset. I opened the door, and my little brother rushed in. "Can you believe it, Matt?" he asked. "Um..." Then, he grabbed me by the shirt collar. "Well, can you?!" he screamed in my face. He looked genuinely upset. Patamon flew in behind him. "But, how'd you find out?" "(sniff)... Rika told me. Oh, Matt... how could he do this? How could he do this to me?" He wept into my shoulder. All I could do was pat him on the shoulder gently.

T.K. was so upset over it that he wouldn't make it to rehearsals. He just sat in the green room, depressed. It got to a point where I forced him to get on stage so he could lighten his mood.

["Last Night (Live at Wells Fargo Center)"

Written by Benji Madden, Joel Madden, and Don Gilmore

Performed by The Teenage Wolves feat. Good Charlotte

Lead Singer: Yamato "Matt" Ishida (Michael Reisz)]

During the opening act, The Teenage Wolves decide to tackle one of Good Charlotte's songs. Rika plays something on her synth. Good Charlotte member Benji responds by playing something on his guitar. Matt calls out, "Let's go!" and the full group kicks in. Matt steps up to the lead mic and takes the lead, rather than Joel Madden.

Matt:
All that I remember is that you had me at hello.
I knew right when I met her that I wouldn't take it slow.
The more we heard the music, the more we got in synch.
The more I kept you laughing, the less I stopped to think.
The last thing I remember, you said this place is beat.
It must have gotten crazy, 'cuz I can't recall a thing.

Last night (Band: last night),
Can't remember (Band: remember)
What happened? (Band: What happened?)
Where'd we go?
I woke up (Band: woke up)
This morning. (Band: This morning)
Where's my car? Where's my keys? Where's my clothes?
I feel my head's still spinning
But I'm doing alright (Band: hey)
'Cuz I think I just had the best night of my life. (Band: hey)
Last night (Band: last night),
Can't remember (Band: remember)
What happened? Did it happen? Last night

We get shots of the band, including Kari and Anya on percussion and backup vocals. The supergroup is a blend of the two bands. Benji takes over for Greg on guitar, who is on backup, while Marcus is on drums.

Matt:
Everyone's been calling like I've been gone for days.
There's a note left on the table and all it says is "Thanks".
It's starting to get focused and I'm finally awake.
I'm feeling kind of guilty. Is there something I can take?
There's lipstick on my collar. I'm piecing it together.
Then I see a picture of me and you

From last night (Band: last night),
Can't remember (Band: remember)
What happened? (Band: What happened?)
Where'd we go?
I woke up (Band: woke up)
This morning. (Band: This morning)
Where's my car? Where's my keys? Where's my clothes?
I feel my head's still spinning
But I'm doing alright (Band: hey)
'Cuz I think I just had the best night of my life. (Band: hey)
Last night (Band: last night),
Can't remember (Band: remember)
What happened? Did it happen? Last night

Matt/Joel:
And did I get the chance to say that I wanted you to stay?
There's things I can't explain, 'cuz my brain don't work that way.

Matt:
Don't call this a one night stand. No, it wasn't planned.
Wasn't in my head, but I just wanna do it again and again and again

just like...

As the song ends, the audience in the Wells Fargo Center explodes with applause and cheering.

Author's Notes:

Perhaps the book Rika should've read to the kids was Seriously, Just Go To Sleep (also written by Adam Mansbach). It's a book that's actually meant to be read to kids.

If I had Rika or Kari climb up the Rocky Steps the same way Rocky did, it would've been too obvious.

As Rika and Marcus have learned the hard way, Tiffany and Company does not actually serve breakfast at their 57th Street and 5th Avenue location (nor, I would imagine, at any location, since they are a high-end jewelry store). I called them, and the location actually gets that question asked more often than one would think.