The gang gathered at the park, where a shimmering portal pulsed like a heartbeat. A mechanical voice echoed from within:
> "This is a message from the year 3125. All gadgets are being recalled… including Doraemon."
Doraemon's eyes widened. "That's impossible... I'm not due for recall for another hundred years!"
Suddenly, mechanical arms reached out from the portal. They weren't just calling gadgets — they were taking them.