Chapter One: Typical
"What do you mean you don't know what it is?" Jack boomed as he guided his ship through the sky. "That's your job, isn't it?"
"That's strange," Wuya said, "I can usually tell which Shen Gong Wu has been activated when I-"
"You're supposed to be my Shen Gong Wu GPS, you're supposed to direct me and know what I'm looking for, why can't you-"
"Jack! Don't pester me with such questions! The Xiaolin warriors will have beaten us there if we don't get a move on!"
"Don't nag me over my mistakes, woman!"
"Then don't make them!"
Uggh… Jack thought, I hope I don't end up marrying a girl like this.
That idiot. Wuya said to herself, Can't he do anything right?
A typical day at the Spicer household. Jack and Wuya argue pointlessly over things like Sheng Gong Wu, Jack's declining social life, and Wuya's unappreciative attitude. Jack and Wuya could have developed a close friendship, a partner with partner relationship, if they tried. But there was always something missing. The chain was incomplete, broken without the most important link. What, or who, could fix their tattered relationship?
"Hurry up!"
"I'm going as fast as my frickin' legs can carry me!"
The clouds were cold and wet, a hazard to Kimiko's fragile hairstyle. She attempted to protect the vulnerable curls, which she had carefully shaded a temporary, yet appealing, strawberry blonde. "Uh, Kimiko?" Clay said.
She turned around and responded, "Yeah, Clay?"
Her hair was blowing directly into his face, tickling his nose and cheeks. "Oh! Sorry. I didn't know-"
Dojo suddenly sneezed, rings of ash falling from his nostrils. "Gesundheit." Raimundo shouted from the back of the line of warriors.
"It should be right around h-h-h-here." The green dragon sniffled.
Exotic birds chirped and sang from the thick mass of fruit trees and vines. "Oh, this must be one of those sun forests I've read so much about!" Omi said as he marveled at a colorful toucan's beak.
"You mean rainforests?" Kimiko corrected.
"Those sound even more interesting!" Omi cheered.
Dojo landed and pointed in a southern direction. "Right over there."
A thick bush, shaded by a canopy, sat alone, untouched for years. Raimundo ran over. "I got this!" he assured.
He dug through the pile of leaves, vines and discarded fruit carcasses until his fingers hit something solid. At the same time, he met a black leather glove. Jack had also found the magical item's hiding place. "Jack Spicer," Raimundo began, "I challenge you to a Xiaolin Showdown, my Wings of Tenabi against your Tangleweb Comb!"
"You got it! Let's go, Xiaolin Showdown!"
The bush was raised into the air by a great tree. The challenge was tree climbing. "Gong Yi Tempai !" the boys shouted.
Instantly, Raimundo used the Wings of Tenabi, making his way to the top. "See you later, Spicer!" he taunted.
"One step ahead of you, Jack murmured. Using the Tangleweb Comb, Jack pulled the top of the tree downward. The bush tumbled down, into his reach. "Now, fly south, little birdie!" Jack called out as he released the tree, smacking Raimundo in the face with it.
He clutched the bush and took the Wings of Tenabi. "See ya, Xiaolin losers!" he shouted, "Wings of Tenabi!" and with that said, he flew away.
"I reckon' we won't be seein' that mystery Shen Gong Wu." Clay said.