Hiya! Thought I'de do a Xiaolin Shodown fic, since I love that show and I'm in love with Jack Spicer!

Disclaimer: I unfortunatly don't own Xiaolin Showdown.

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"Wuya! Pass me that spanner!"

"Jack, I think you're forgetting something."

"No, the spanner is defiantly there…"

"I'M A FLOATING TRANSPARANT GHOST YOU IDIOT!!!"

Jack Spicer, evil boy genius, crawled out from under his air ship and scowled at Wuya, 1500 year old evil Heylin ghosty.

"Jack," growled Wuya, "You should be practising with the shen gong wu! Not tinkering about with your pathetic robots!"

"Ok first of all," Said Jack, squaring up to Wuya, "I already know how to use the shen gong wu, second of all Points at air ship, DOES THIS LOOK LIKE A ROBOT TO YOU?!? And third of all…" His shoulders slumped, "I need an assistant." He walked out of the room.

"Jaaack," Said Wuya in an enticing voice, "What do you need an assistant for? Can't you just use those brainless robots of yours?"

"In your words," Replied Jack, still walking, "Brainless. They can't tell the difference between a hammer and a chainsaw. I need someone with brains."

Wuya grumbled as Jack sent one of his robots to fetch him a drink.

"What would this 'assistant' do when we're out hunting for shen gong wu?" Asked Wuya grumpily.

"I dunno." Said Jack, sipping the drink the robot had brought him. He sat up suddenly, an excited expression on his face.

"Hey," He said, turning to Wuya, "I know! He can help us! I mean, it's never a fair fight against the Xiaolin losers 'cos there're four of them and only one of me, but with an assistant to help and the Jack-Bots, we'll have a better chance of getting the shen gong wu than ever!"

Wuya considered this for a moment, the idea running through her 1500 year old brain.

"Fine." She said, "Just make sure you get someone good! Not some brainless oaf like Tubbimora or Vlad!"

Jack smiled. He gave his empty glass to the waiting robot and went to his computer to draft an advertisement for an assistant.

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