MPC 69D: I Look Like I Just Came From the Nick Choice Awards

Pickle probably should have been breathing more than they were considering how rapidly they were speaking, but the eager gathering of young Digimon listening to the story was causing them to neglect things like respiration. “So I went to go help with the digging crew, they were making trenches and stuff to trip up the big jerk, and when I go all Labramon I get these nice big paws that’re just perfect for moving dirt. So I spent like pretty much two whole days digging away, and let me tell you it was exhausting. I slept better after that than I think I ever have?” A couple of little ones climbed into Pickle’s lap, and they already had one sitting on their head as they told the story, careful not to gesticulate too wildly to avoid knocking them off.

“So we’re coming to the morning that it’s supposed to come and attack, and sure enough here comes the big jerk to see what we were gonna do. It saw no piles of food or anything so it got really mad really fast, hissing and spitting like a cornered housecat and stomping those big turtle feet- I guess technically they’re be tortoise feet? Since they weren’t like, built for swimming and stuff. Where was I? Right, so it was throwing a tantrum like nobody’s ever told it no before, which wouldn’t been kinda funny if it weren’t coming from someone with a foot the size of half a city block. It starts coming towards us and we’re just waiting, holding out breath, waiting for that leader guy to give us the signal to go charging in to drive it off, and it trips!” They let out a giggle at the memory, picking some more of the dried goo off of their arms. “Like, it wasn’t even near any of the traps? It just stumbled over its own feet and fell and couldn’t get up. I felt kinda bad for it after a bit actually, and when we realized it was stuck our temporary leader had us all go over to talk to it and help it up right? Because it’s one thing to fight someone, it’s another to just leave them stuck somewhere. It gets all huffy and starts spitting fireballs at us as soon as we get close though, turns out it wasn’t stuck it was just tricking us.”

“We kept going because I mean, we didn’t know how long we’d need to keep at it to win, and it turns out that Kittyturtlezilla had some weird internal defenses! So we weren’t just punching it’s esophagus or whatever, we were also fighting these weird goopy things that were coming out of the walls to attack us for attacking it. That’s not why I’m all sticky though, well get to that in a minute!” They were standing by this point, miming fighting against the blobby monsters and punching the insides of the turtle creature as their audience watched, still enthralled.