Da'gya! - quickie before we get to bed.

Man! The concert could have gone better! I was stuck for over twenty minutes on my back with Gomamon standing on my stomach and baby-feeding me! Damn, that was embarrassing. And I'm not sure anymore if I should be grateful or not Hawkmon and Gatomon tried to help -_-;;;;

The costumes, though, were just AMAZING and AWESOME and ASTONISHING and all other matters of adjectives starting with "A". I really hope Hikari got pictures of everyone, because we couldn't get more than five of us at a time. To make these matters more complicated, Tentomon and Gomamon excused themselves midway into the whole thing when Koushirou and Jou left, and Yamato and Mimi looked all upset over a lie or something. I really didn't get this... Can anybody explain??



Gomamon was so proud of his costume! He looked great as Magikarp, if he had to say so himself. But the best thing about the costume was that the inside was big enough that he could hide snacks in there. Overall, he had only been to the food table only three times so far because he had been able to stow away enough to keep him occupied between trips. Quite ingenious indeed!

Armadimon wasn't too sure what to expect about this. He wasn't really one to listen to much music, although he had to admit Yamato did a good job onstage. Most of the other digital guys seemed to enjoy themselves. Those that were in sight, at least. V-mon and Wormmon were still nowhere to be seen. He'd seen Gomamon go by a few times though, crawling around in a Magikarp shell. So he'd found a... "better" costume. But right now, the digimon was really interested with the food. He had not approched it too much out of fear that Gomamon, who, along with Jou, had been there earlier than himself and his partner, might have done something to it. Reassured, he got up on his hind legs to reach for the egg sandwiches, the cut plastic containers on his back hanging down with clicking sounds.

Watching Armadimon get up like that gave him an idea. When shell-boy was off eating his food and he was sure he wasn't looking, Gomamon crept under the tablecloth. Now, all there was to do was wait.

Armadimon's eyes glinted at the food. Sandwiches, onigiris, chips, snack food in all shapes and forms. He grabbed some chips in a paw (landing the long stuffed claws in the sour cream in the process) and an egg sandwich with the other (almost tipping a punch glass).

If he could tell by the noise.... Armadimon's hands must be full by now! Either that or he was eating up there.... He walked up to where he could see two yellow feet and swiftly headbutted the armadimon-shaped shadow on the dangling cloth.

Armadimon was about to have Mr. Sandwich meet the Chip sisters in close quarter when something painfully collided with his sensitive underside, sending him on his back and devoid of food. He cried out in surprise and tried to flip himself back on his legs, only to discover that the plastic spikes on his back prevented this. When he tried to roll into his hard Shell attack, he found out there was too much stuff getting in the way.

While Armadimon was wriggling around a bit, Gomamon took aim and lept. He landed square on top of his friend, laughing and smiling.

Armadimon could hear a few of the spikes burst when the seal landed across his chest and they slid a short distance. Armadimon burst too. "Argh! Get off!" he yelled and tried to hit the seal with his paw.

"Hmmm?" Gomamon pretended to think about it for a minute, then easily dodged the stuffed appendage. "Naaaaaaaaaaaaaah."

Armadimon squirmed some more, only managing to give his body a nausea-inducing swaying. He rapidly gave up and a resigned sigh, crossed his arms on his chest and puffed. "So, what are ya gonna do, now?"

This time, the thought was genuine. "To be honest, I hadn't though that far ahead. But those snacks look good!" He reached up and used Armadimon as a stool as he grabbed a few items.

Armadimon tried to sway and get the digimon to fall, without success. "No fair!" he protested. "I didn't even get to *taste* them!" To emphasize his words, he curled his tail around and tripped gomamon with it.

Gomamon was expecting that at least. He willingly let his back legs slip and let go of the table at the same time, leaving him safe, if slightly sprawled, on Armadimon. Food was in his costume, and he thought he felt his tail hit something, though from his direction, all he could see was the curled tail in front of him.

While Gomamon had been prepared, Armadimon had not. He found his face pressed into the digimon's costume and something squeezing in an... unfortunate place. His face red and his protests muffled, he tried again to push the seal off him.

"OWWWW!!!" Goma rang out as the tail hit him across his snout.

The armored digimon smirked at the cry of pain. He shuffled around to locate the digimon's back flipper: "Well, guess I'll have to be contented with this, dagya," he commented and bit down.

The wires of the outfit made it harder for the mamalian digimon to chomp down, but Gomamon could still feel the teeth. "Stop!" he cried out, trying to wriggle his foot loose.

Armadimon did so. "Only if you get off," he requested.

Gomamon turned around instead, and plopped one of the egg sandwitches in Armadimon's mouth.

Now all Armadimon could do was to blink. While his first reflex had been to spit the food out, he quickly recovered enough to munch and swallow it, even licking his lips, before glaring back the at the Digimon grinning at him. "I'm still angry, sealboy." As an afterthought, he added "Hungry too, dagya."

"Hey! You don't have a tail in your face anymore, do you?" To be honest, Gomamon hadn't planned on either of them getting hurt at all.

"Frankly, I'm not sue if I prefer having your face there, dagya," Armadimon answered sarcastically. "Now could you get me some of the cheeze cubes, please?" he added as casually as possible, given the circumstances.

"Not until you start being nicer," the seal-type digimon teased.

Armadimon gave him an humored glare. "What, you'd prefer me to coo and call you 'handsome'?"

Gomamon gave Armadimon a weird look. "Noo... You've just gotta stop trying to hit me 'n stuff. It IS my turn to get you, after all. And... I keep telling you to watch your stomach!"

Armadimon could almost feel relieved by this... if it weren't for the warning about his stomach, which left him staring back at the seal in shock. He certainy hadn't thought it would be taken so literally.

Gomamon took full advantage of the stunned Armadimon and stuffed another piece of food, this time a chunk of mellon, into the digimon's mouth.

Now for the most part resigned to this (at least until someone decided to come to his assistance, and that proved quite unlikely by now, and untilgomamon stopped feeding him), Armadimon sighed around the food and let the taste flow through his mouth as he ate it.



Gomamon ate a few of the pieces inside of his costume himself as he watched his friend eat away. "You make quite a good chair, you know," he commented, teasing.

Armadimon's eyes glinted for a second. "Who ever said my usual upside wasn't comfortable, dagya?"

"Your underbelly's softer," Gomamon retorted.

Busted. Drats. Talking about his underbelly, it chose that exact moment to release a loud grumbling, interrupting's Arma's attempt at a answer. The digimon blushed slightly.

The stomach was rewarded with a few sticks of pocky shoved into its owner's mouth.

Armadimon almost gagged when the food was shoved down his throat. Then he hummed his satisfaction. Pocky DID solve everything!

Gomamon ate a few more ofthe choice food items. The food was sooo goood!

The Pocky sticks completed their descend into the hungry digimon's maw and he once again looked enviously at the fish-costumed one over him, drool already forming at the corner of his mouth.

His look was greeted with something else being plopped into his mouth.

Armadimon gagged at the horrible taste of brined olives spread across his tongue. With a gag, he violently spit out the offending fruit, who flew and hit Gomamon between the eyes.

"An OLIVE?" he protested. "Don't you have any good taste?"

"I'm not the one who just spit food on his friend's forehead! YUUUUUCH!!!!" The other digimon replied, wiping off the half-chewed thing from his forehead. "This is soo gross!!!"

Arma,s answer did not wait long "Olives are gross by default!"

He couldn't resist. "YOU'RE gross by default!"

"Take that back, Seal-boy!" Armadimon growled.

"What's that? You don't want any more food?" Gomamon asked, stuffing an 'oni-yummyball' into his mouth.

"I don't want olives, dagya. That's not the same!" he protested, the insult forgotten already.

Gomamon smacked his lips as he finished a stick of pocky. "Yummmmm!!!"

"That's cruel, dagya," the armadillo huffed.

He peered down into Armadimon's eyes. "You gotta eat what you're given, or you get none."

"You. are. so. dead." Armadimon muttered too low for the audience to hear, but did not protest any further.

Goma dug out another olive, which he placed between two of his claws. "Ready?"

Armadimon glared. He couldn't even bite on this side. There were only claws. Had it been V-mon,Tailmon, Patamon or even (for the gods' sake!) Wormmon, it'd have been no problem (not to mention,less embarrassing!), but he could only bite on the claws. He started to think he was better off looking at the seal's nether end. "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess..." he said bitterly.

And plop. The thing was inside Arma's mouth. "Now chew and swallow," Gomamon instructed, trying to sound serious.

The digimon forced himself to chew, making loud gagging noise to emphasize his discomfort at the foul taste in his mouth. Somehow, he managed to swallow. Gomamon'd better make it worth it. "Gyargh!" he exclaimed before glaring back at Gomamon. "There! Happy now?"

Gomamon was too busy stuffing his face with more food to notice.

"Hey! Come on!" Armadimon protested. "I did what youwanted!"

Gomamon held out a second olive. "Sorry, I didn't see."

Arma's mouth gaped. He couldn't be serious!?

Plop. In this one went, just like the last. "I'm watching, don't worry."
"Arghsprfltsbdr!!!" He was about to spit it out just like the first, but the watchful gaze of Gomamon didn't leave his face a second. With a deadly glare, he emphatically chewed on the fruit and swallowed it completely with a loud gulp.

Gomamon grinned. "Now was that too horrible?"

"Yes it was! What did you expect, sealboy??" Armadimon yelled back. The volume causing the otehr digimon's mohawk to flatten against his head.

"Being mean means there's more food for meeee!" Gomamon said, digging into another stick of pocky.

Armadimon's ears drooped at that retort and he immediately regretted his reaction, but only on a practical rather than moral side. He could feel a whimper making its way into his throat as he watched the seal munch on the candy.

And Gomamon finished the stick, and two more, before offering one to Armadimon.

"As nice as pocky and stuff is, don't you have anything more...substantial?" Armadimon asked.



Hawkmon walked over to see Armadimon on his back, "What is going on here?"

"Uhhh... give me a minute." Up he went once again, steadying himself on Armadimon's underbelly before bringing down a few.... quite messy bits of food.

Armadimon gave him a weary look. "What IS that?"

Tailmon waddled around the corner, and froze upon seeing them. "...Do I want to know how you all got in this mess?"

Gomamon shrugged (as best as a seal-type digimon can), and then stuffed one piece into Armadimon's mouth. "Well, I'm too short to reach the food easily... soooooo......"

Hawkmon raised an eyebrow to Tailmon. "Armadimon, are you okay with this?"

Armadimon had turned to look at the newcomers and was about to answer when the food was shoved into his muzzle, splattering sauce on his face. He snorted, swallowed, and then gave a pointed look and sighed. "The service is terrible." He turned around to yell at Gomamon again. "Don't get it up my nose, you walking sushi!"

"I am not walking sushi!" Gomamon replied, indignantly. Sure, he was dressed as a fish-type pokemon, but still! Thaht was just uncalled for.

"Will one of us be held responsible if he chokes?" Tailmon asked, casting a paw over her face.

"You prefer I call you a useless first level? I've seen the show too, y'know" Armadimon pressed his point.

"If I could get this costume off again, I would help," Hawkmon said, struggling with the costume. "Apparently, Mantarou put this on too tight."

"At least when I choke,I'll be freed from this humiliation." He smirked at Hawkmon. "But it does look good on you, though. Both of you."

Hawkmon glared at Armadimon. "This is your fault you
know."

Putting her hands in her paws, Tailmon groaned. As a champion level, she felt she need to act maturely, and responsibly in this situation...deep breath, calm down.

"He was in it as much as me!" Armadimon pointed art Gomamon

Gomamon pouted. "I'm not the one who dyed his friend purple, OR brought itching powder!!!" He munched on one of his newly grabbed items. They were good!!!

"Iori blushes everytime someone notices him. It's hilarious. Try to get him with Takeru and Patamon. They make quite the sight, dagya," armadimon chuckled.

"You tried to rip the tastebuds off my tongue!"

"Did not! And you tried to make me think I was eating alien brains!"

"And you walked right into it too!" Armadimon snickered.

"It is questionable why you two hang out together at all."

"Maybe you could BOTH stop acting like children, and—" Calm down Tailmon, calm down. Responsible.

"We're friends!" Gomamon quickly replied, stuffing another piece of food into Armadimon's mouth before he could say anything more.

Tailmon turned to Hawkmon. "Okay, I'm just going to say it. If he really does choke, I am washing my paws clean of this. I had nothing to do with it, I just witnessed it."

"And I thought Miyako could be childish...." Hawkmon said, thinking back the scene she had just made.

"Apparently," Tailmon began. "These two outshine her greatly in that department."

A "HEEEYYYYYY!!!!!!!" could be overheard coming from inside the big fish-costume.

Armadimon could have choked from that one, but he wasn't about to complain when Gomamon was being so sparse with the food.

"Tailmon, I feel that we should help then. I can't stand here and watch Armadimon choke" Especially since his friend had given him pocky.

Tailmon sighed. "You're probably right...imagine how much trouble we'd get in...Alright! Let's, uh, figure something out!"

Gomamon dangled another piece of food in front of Armadimon, balancing it on his claws. "You want?"

"I believe the first step would be to seperate the two, somehow. The only way I can think of is with force."

"Well then," Tailmon shot a chance at her partner in crime. "Shall we use force? Or is there a more direct approach?"

Hawkmon winked at Tailmon, "I believe this would best be done with both a lighting paw and a beak buzz saw." Hawkmon hoped Tailmon understood he only meant to scare Gomamon off of Armadimon.

"Hmm, I believe you're right," Tailmon said, smirking

"It might be best if we became Silphymon." Hawkmon suggested, moving to stand next to his jogress partner

"You're right," Tailmon said, moving a step closer also. "It's probably the only option..."

Hawkmon was worried, was Gomamon going to call his bluff? He couldn't evolve to Silphymon, let alone Aquilamon without Miyako.

Gomamon was, howwever, to busy waving the food around to notice.

And Armadimon too busy trying to catch the food with his mouth, moving after like a teased dog.

Tailmon leaned over and hissed in Hawkmon's ear. "Do you think it's working...?"

"To be honest, I don't think Gomamon even heard us."

Tailmon groaned. "Do we need a plan B??"

Hawkmon nodded. He couldn't think of one.

A few drops of liquid fell to the floor below the paw.

Breathe, don't freak out at them. What was that mantra Hikari used to calm down? "Gomamon, Armadimon...what can we do to help this situation?"

Armadimon's response was instantaneous: "He could just give me the damn food!"

"Gomamon! Give him the damn food!!!" Tailmon shouted. Her paw flew to her mouth in surprise.

And get it he did, quite messily inside his muzzle.

"I don't think that will help the sit-I guess it did," Hawkmon backtracked.

Taking a deep breath, Tailmon closed her eyes. "Alright...now maybe we're getting somewhere..."

Following Tailmon's initiative, Hawkmon asked, "Is there anything that we can do?"

"You know, his underbelly is really comfortable," Gomamon commented to the two, "Want to feel?"

"Uhhh..." The cat-like Digimon was at a loss for words.

Hawkmon raised his eyebrows. "I will never understand you, Gomamon."

Gomamon smiled. "Really, you guys! You should feel it!"

"I think I'll pass..." Tailmon managed.

"You tell me!" Armadimon answered Hawkmon's comment.

Hawkmon took a chance. "If you get off Armadimon, I will." Hawkmon hoped he wasn't making a huge mistake.

"But it's comfyyyy!" He wasn't about to move. Not just yet. He still had more olives rolling around in that costume!

"Buttttt," Tailmon interrupted. "Don't you want Hawkmon to feel, er, how comfy his underbelly is...?"

Hawkmon sweatdropped. What had he gotten himself into!

Gomamon frowned. "You really think i'm that stupid?"

"Um...no?" Tailmon said, nervously.

Armadimon chewed and swallowed, and expressed his satirfaction with a loud, lips-shaking burping.

"You brought it up first, seal-boy!" he pointed out
Gomamon rolled his eyes. "I didn't say 'I'll get off and you can feel', there's room on the sides!"

Armadimon's eyes bulged at this. "But my costume can't handle that!"

"I think I've changed my mind, Tailmon. Let's let Armadimon choke."

"Glad you see it my way."



"Sure, leave me there stuck on my back like a runover turtle!" Armadimon called after them.

"You really think I'm gonna choke you?" Gomamon said with a pout.

He was only now realizing his sole chance to get away was slipping.

"I'm not careless. Jou'd be gone by now if I was." Goma rambled on, upset at the ideas being suggested.

Now it was Arma's turn to be puzzled. "Does he choke that often?"

"Gomamon..it's not that we don't... trust you," Tailmon explained. "It's just...you're lying on his stomach, dropping food into his mouth...the risk of him choking is very high."

"Suddenly I feel like a trashcan," Armadimon dejectedly reacted to the description of the situation.

Gomamon thought for a moment. "Not unless I totally scare him. And we have rules about doing that at the dinnertable now. Aaaand... He's not a trashcan." He nodded, hoping that his answers were at least somewhat satisfactory.

Hawkmon shook his head, he was too flustered to do anything.

Tailmon sat down on the floor. "I give up."

It was armadimon's turn to get flustered. "Of course Jou's not a trashcan! It's me we're taking about!"

Goma grinned. "I MEANT you're not a trashcan, silly!"

"You do eat a lot, Armadimon."

"Hawkmon, DO something PLEASE," Tailmon moaned. "I am going to EXPLODE."

"And you don't?" He figured Hawkmon likely did not eat much less than himself did. He turned back at Gomamon. "What's next?"

"Are you enjoying this or not, Armadimon?"

Gomamon was reaching for some olives, but at that comment, went for the pocky sticks instead, waving three in front of the yellow digimon.

"The food is great!" Armadimon missed the mark completely, as he had an habit of doing whenever food was involved.

"But being on your back?"

"Gyaaah!" Again Armadimon squirmed without an ounce of self-respect, trying to reach for the candy.

"I guess the costume could have usedmore 'R&D', as Koushirou and Tentomon sometimes say..." he simply explained.

Shaking her head from her spot on the floor, Tailmon looked up at them. "Did anyone tell Iori about this?"

Armadimon huffed at this: "he's still annoyed at me over the whole otouto thing anyway... He'd probably think I earned it, dagya."

"Miyako.....I knew she shouldn't have done that." He shook his head and placed his hand on his forehead

Gomamon gave Armadimon one of the pocky sticks and ate the other two himself. "What happenned?"

"Apparently Miyako has taken to calling Iori, Otouto."

Tailmon stood up and trotted over to them. "Can I have a pocky stick? If I have to witness this, I might as well..." She picked up the box before waiting for a response.

Armadimon pointed at the buffet wantonly. "Help yourself!" he said, bits of pocky flying out of his full mouth. "Lucky," he muttered by himself

"Otouto? Like how she calls Mimi Oneesama?" Gomamon asked, now thoroughly interested.

Tailmon gave a ghost of a smile. "Thank you!"

Hawkmon nodded.

Armadimon nodded, his mouth still. "Uh uh. makes him embarrassed as-" his sentence was suddenyl interrupted and his eyes bulged out.

Gomamon's eyes went wide. Something felt wrong. "Armadimon?"

Armadimon's limbs suddenly started flailing wildly, both front paws quicly clasping around his throat

"I didn't think it would actually happen. Quick, someone....where's Jou?"

"OH MY--I told you he'd choke!!!!" Tailmon said, panicking. She dropped the pocky by her feet. "What do we do?!"

The mouth remained opened, a panicked expressed etched upon the digimon's traits, but no sound came out.

"I don't know!!!" Gomaomon panicked. This wasn't supposed to happen. What did Jou say to do when someone choked? Mouth to mouth? No, that wasn't it. It was something with a weird name. The... hi.... the high-kick manouver? That might be it. But how did it work?

"Quick, Gomamon do something|" What did Miyako say to do when she was learning first aid?

It involved the stomach, right? Making the tummy collapse or something? Or the lungs.... making him breathe. It was worth a try, right? "I gotta give him a high kick!"

Armadimon's eye,if that was possible, went wider at that. He shook his head in attempted protestation.

Tailmon's mind was blank. All knowledge Hikari had ever taught her was gone. "SOMEONE DO SOMETHING! WHAT'LL WE DO IF HE DIES?! GIVE HIM THE HIGH KICK! GIVE HIM THE HIGH KICK, GOMAMON!!!"

"High kick....no" That sounded familiar....what was it.

Too late. Gomamon was already trying to balance on his hind legs, using the tail for support. One, two, three... he jumped, and was going to kick, but ended up landing flat on Armadimon again.

The violent pressure on his stomach caused the pocky to exit through Armadimn's mouth like bullets, showering the two unfortunate spectators in the debris.

The digimon coughed a few extra time before he started wheezing.

Tailmon sweatdropped. "Well...that worked out...nicely."

Hawkmon felt something hit his forehead. He touched it with his wing. "Ewww." he said. It was wet with Armadimon's spit.

Then he grabbed at Gomamon and began shaking him. "My costume!" he yelled, redferring to the various plastic parts that had been destroyed by the shock. "You destroyed my costume!" Talk about having your priorities straight...

Hawkmon went to grab one of Armadimon's arms to restrain him

"What about mine?" The fish's wires were bent on the bottom, making the whole costume look... lopsided.

Armadimon blinked "... Good point." He blushed, realizing how out ofproportions his reaction was. "Sorry. I guess I should thank you now, dagya."

"Can we all just calm down? You got yourselves into this...now deal with it!" Tailmon exclaimed.

Gomamon sighed. "I guess no more pocky then?"

"Onigi- err.. Oni-yummyballs string sounds good about now!"

"I... uhhh...." he looked inside his costume slightly. Smushed rice and olives lined the inside. "...eeewwwwww......"

Hawkmon shook his head, as he slowly let go of Armadimon's arm.

Armadimon slipped a look inside Gomamon,s costume and grinned. "Guess that means we're even now, dagya. what'd'you say?" he offered.

Gomamon nodded. "I... I think so, yeah."

Tailmon smiled. "Well now; isn't that a happy ending...?"

"If we can get Gomamon off...." Hawkmon pointed out.

"Ah, good point, Hawkmon..."

"Don't say it!" Armadimon shushed them. Best way tomake sure he didn't do it was to remind him!

Gomamon just lay on top of his yellow friend. "What's wrong, Armadimon?" he asked, "Do you think I'm just here to embarrass you?"

Armadimon crossed his arms pointedly. "What other reason am I supposed to ascribe you, sealboy?"

"Lots! It could be getback... curiosity, the fact that you make a good chair.... you let me get food easier..." He could go on and on.

Armadimon rolled his eyes. For what it was worth, he could probably figure out a few things Gomamon was good for when being leaned on. "And I am sure you would make a damn good pillow," he finally got out. Not exactly the most efficient insult... "So, I'm the most utilitarian digi out there, dagya. What're you gonna do about it, uh?" he boasted, taking a different route.

"Absolutely nothing?" Gomamon suggested hopefully.

"Feeding," Armadimon smirked. "No feeding,no seating."

"You're the one on the bottom," Gomamon reminded him.
"Don't make me dye you in electric green next time," armadimon threatened.

"Maybe you'd like olive-flavoured onigiri next time?" Gomamon retorted.

"I do not believe we are making any progress here."

"Um, Gomamon," Tailmon began. "Maybe you should just climb off of Armadimon...?"

"Or maybe sardi-Wha?" Goma asked, his train of thought being sidetracked by Gatomon.

"Besides It's going to be the song with Gabumon, and I want to see that!" Armadimon commented.

"Maybe, you could hop off of Armadimon's stomach...and we could all see Gabumon??" Tailmon offered.

"I haven't even seen his costume yet!" the armored digimon added.

Gomamon thought about it, then smiled. "Yeah, that is soon, isn't it?" He got back up and started descending from armadimon's stomach, when he paused. "Just one more thing." He climbed back on, went as far up Armadimon as he could, and brought their muzzles together. "Mwah!" And with that, he climbed off.

Hawkmon rolled his eyes.

"Oh good grief," Tailmon said.

"Arghsputfrblbl!!!" went the armadillo. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR??" he yelled, his limbs waving wildly and almost conking the two other digis on the head with the stuffed claws.
"AH!" Tailmon shouted, ducking out of the way. "Watch it!"

Hawkmon backed away, "Do you need help getting up, Armadimon?

Gomamon was already a safe distance away, grinning and snickering wildly.

"that would be appreciated," he said, still annoyed at the whole thing.

Hawkmon got on the same side of Armadimon as Tailmon and began to push him onto his side.

As soon as he was tipped back on his legs Armadimon looked around quickly to make sure Goma had disappeared, before getting back up against the table and grabbing a Melonpan in each paw, plus another in his mouth. "Phew," he said around the food. "i fought fere fouldn't be any leff vy now!"

Hawkmon shook his head.

Armadimon offered one to the pair. "Want any?"

"No, thanks," Tailmon declined. "Next time I see something like this unfolding, I'm going to keep walking," she added with a sigh. "No question about it.

Hawkmon rolled his eyes and grabbed some food from the armadillo, "thank you."

"Well, more for me!" Armadimon cheered before making his way toward the stage.

"H-hey!" Tailmon stammered. "Wait for us!"

Hawkmon followed, wishing once more he could fly.