Yamato barely slows at all at the curve, dropping speed just enough to rebound off a building like some kind of vehicular pinball, turn, and then go shooting down the road.

Judging by the noise he makes, he is as surprised as anyone that that worked without totaling his vehicle, and ninety-nine percent sure it wouldn't have if they weren't driving literal toys.


Monzaemon delicately pours Barry a cup of chamomile and honey, reaching up to hand it to him.

"They're going very fast," he says, mildly. "They'll catch up with the Penmon soon."