The Royal Knights, bar one, had assembled in a cave. The Digital World was being corrupted by an unknown virus, and was to be destroyed by order of their master Piedmon who reassured them he totally wasn't evil or anything like the last seventeen Digimon that had somehow wound up controlling them.

"My idiot pawns, er, loyal Royal Knights, what is the delay? I ordered you to begin purging the corrupted Digital World that it may be recreated!" Piedmon fumed

"We await Duftmon, my Lord, for he is our chief strategist. He will identify the source of the virus that we may destroy it and stop it infecting the new world," Dukemon replied.

"I should hope not... I mean, I hope so."

At this moment, a door burst open, and Duftmon entered.

"Oooh yeah! Duftmon found CATNIP!"

Piedmon stared in bewilderment as the other Knights began chattering.

"Oh crap."

"Did he just say..."

"He did."

"Wait a second, this is a cave, where the hell did the door come from?!"

"A better question is how big is this freakin' cave, some of us aren't exactly rookie-size!"

"Hey, was that a fat joke?!"

Piedmon ignored the squabbling.

"That's nice, Duftmon, but apparently your comrades need you to identify the source of the corruption in the Digital World, which totally isn't me... What are you doing?"

The under-the-influence Royal Knight was thrusting his pelvis at Piedmon.

"Duftmon is thrusting in the direction of the problem!"

"...Sleipmon facepalming? Why are you doing that, by the way?"

"Because Duftmon said he'd not touch catnip again!"

"Duftmon says a lot of things."

"Um, it looks like Duftmon is thrusting at you, Piedmon," Examon spoke up.

"Right, well, that's this plan buggered," Piedmon sighed, drawing his swords and a number of handkerchiefs.

"Duftmon has a bad feeling about this."

One sudden but inevitable betrayal later, Piedmon and Duftmon were the last remaining un-stabbed or keychainified Digimon in the cave.

"It could have been a simple case of you idiots just doing the bidding of an obviously evil master as usual, but no, you had to have substance abuse problems!" Piedmon fumed as he threw a handkerchief at his foe.

It covered only his face.

"...Duftmon can't breathe. Oh, no!" Duftmon gasped.

"Shut up, you moron! And what was with almost every single thing you said being a Simpsons quote?!"

The keychain did not answer. Piedmon sighed.

"Now I need to think of a new plan to take over the Digital and Human worlds. Oh, forget it, I'll just use the virus I spread to create another Digimon Emperor out of the first idiot human to try and cure it or something."

And with that, he left.