EXT. ALLEY — CONTINUOUS
The alley convulses with digital distortion as AGUMON erupts into GREYMON. Brick walls crack outward. Trash cans lift and scatter like toys.
Greymon's claws tear through asphalt. Fire blooms from his mouth in controlled, terrifying bursts. Parrotmon retaliates, wings snapping like whips, feathers slicing through the air like shrapnel.
Frank screams like it's the Super Bowl.
FRANK
GO FOR THE WINGS! TAKE THE WINGS!
Mac is transfixed.
MAC
LOOK AT THE MUSCLE MASS!
Dee films, breathless.
DEE
People think this is AI!
DENNIS
Of course they do.
Parrotmon slams Greymon into a dumpster. Greymon roars back, jaws clamping down, fire engulfing feathers. Digital matter disintegrates into light.
Parrotmon collapses into static.
Silence.
Greymon shrinks.
Agumon stands.
Charlie hugs him.
CHARLIE
We did it, buddy!
AGUMON
Whattaya mean we?
Agumon vanishes.
Charlie frowns.
Then looks up, thinking.
Smirks mischievously, nodding, shrugging.
CHARLIE
No, no that's fair actually.
Cricket groans.
EVERYBODY AT ONCE
GODAMMIT, CRICKET.
They leave.
CUT TO BLACK.
CUT TO: INT. APARTMENT — NIGHT
Frank opens the fridge.
Completely empty. Not even scraps.
FRANK
Son of a bitch.
An exposed circuit crackles slightly in the fridge.
Charlie sniffs.
CHARLIE
Smells like… electricity?
They stare into the fridge.
CUT TO BLACK. ROLL CREDITS.