Monzaemon doesn't smile -- it doesn't really seem like he can -- but there's something indefinable about him that makes him seem pleased by Barry's remark.

"Thank you," he says, with just the barest note of warmth. "I try to make this a peaceful place for all the forgotten toys."

A few streets behind him, what looks like two life-sized Hot Wheels cars, driven by two Penmon, whiz by. Monzaemon doesn't react.

Instead, he reaches down and very delicately, with two felt claws, takes the can from Cisco. His mouth doesn't open, but he seems to have no problem drinking it nevertheless.

"Mmm. Grape?"