All was well at the Xiaolin Temple. It was Christmas Day, and each of the monks received what they wanted. The wrapping paper was cleaned up, the bottom of the tree was now bare, and the monks were spending their time playing around with their gifts.
"This Christmas rocks!" Kimiko exclaimed as she posed in front of a mirror, sporting a new outfit sent to her by her father.
"You said it, girl!" Raimundo replied as he slipped on his new pair of soccer cleats.
"It was real nice of my lil' bro to send me a new hat," Clay said as he examined his new cowboy hat. "I hope he didn't pay much for it."
"My present is the best of all!" Omi shouted as he showed off his minature robot of himself.
"You're lucky I talked my papa into making you another one," Kimiko said, crossing her arms. "Let's just hope this one doesn't try to kill you like the last one did."
"Gaaaaaaaaaaah!"
The monks jumped when they heard a yell. Dojo quickly slithered into the room. As he paced around, he had a look of panic on his face. "This is bad! This is really bad! This is really really bad!"
"Dojo, my friend, what's the matter?"
"What's the matter?!" Dojo yelled as he leaped at Omi, grabbing him by the collar of his robe. "What's the MATTER?! We have a crisis on our hands! That's what's the matter!"
"Please tell me we're not looking for a Wu on Christmas," Raimundo grumbled.
"Rai, that's kind of our job," Kimiko said, cocking her eyebrow. "We're the Xiaolin monks, remember?"
"You don't understand! Things won't be the same if we don't do something!" Dojo exclaimed, gripping his crests.
"Just settle down, lil' buddy," Clay said as he kneeled next to him, patting his head.
"We do indeed have a crisis on our hands."
The monks turned to see Master Fung standing in the door way, his hands folded in the sleeves of his robe.
"What's happened, Master?" Omi asked.
"I had just received word from one of the most powerful beings of this earth, Father Time."
"FATHER TIME?!" The monks shouted all at once, each turning to each other in shock.