Author's Note: First I do not own any part of Xiaolin Showdown. Second This is my first story post so please keep this in mind when reading. Third Jack Spicer starts of this tale for a comedic opening. He Is Not My Favorite Character, He is just here to once again prove that he is an idiot.
A very pale, Goth-trench coat dressed boy was welding together pieces of what seemed to be a cat in a basement with a pseudo-robot factory theme. After many flashes of light the boy jumped back from the table he was working atop and points triumphantly at the ceiling.
"And I, Jack Spicer-Evil Boy Genius, have now created my greatest weapon yet,"he shouted.
Jabbing his rasied finger down on a remote control he had taken out of his pocket, the cat look-alike robot stood up from the table with a flash of green eyes and voiced a robotic meow. Jack then started a running commentary on all the things his pet robot had to no one at all.
"With it's titanium claws, razor teeth, and turbo spin-drive that can go from zero to seventy in only 0.8 seconds, it is the latest in the Jack Spicer-Evil Boy Genius robotic line of evil. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you the . . . Pencil Sharpener! Dun, Dun, Dun!"
The kitten-sized robot watched it's creator play an invisible organ and seemed not to care at all about it's pathetic name, instead mimicking the live counterpart that had just entered the lab in cleaning itself.
"Oh, come on Cil, actually try and act like a menacing evil robot of evil. Don't be like that stupid fur-ball over there," the Boy-Genius whined. Contrary to what he just said, the kid walked over to the actual cat and started to pet it and talk to it in baby talk.
"You're not that big a fur-ball, Fluffikins, are you? No you aren't, no you aren't. Who's a silly kitty-witty? Yes, you are; you are th---" A sudden slam from the top of the stairs behind his workshop table interrupted him.
"Jack!!!" His mother shouted down at him.
"Whaaaaaaat?!" He whined back.
"You promised me that if I gave you the basement for your playroom, you'd let Jeverson come downstairs and do his job once a month in that pig sty."
"But Mooooooommmm, if he comes down here to clean he might mess up all my stuuuffff. And it's not a playroom, it is my lair of evil."
"I don't care what you kids these days call it, just let the man do his job."
"Fine." He responded, crossing his arms and pouting.
A taller-than-average man walked down the stairs in a rather stiffly manner that, coupled with his pressed and orderly wardrobe, let anyone know that he was a butler, though few would have guessed right that he was in fact the Head Butler of the Spicer household. He turned on more lights in the lab and removed an ornate feather duster from under his arm, with which he began to dust the worktable. Pencil Sharpener got up and hopped off the table to join Fluffikins in a corner before it could be dusted like an old lamp.
"Jeverson, have I shown you my latest evil creation from the Jack Spicer-Evil Boy Genius evil robot line of evil, yet?"
"No, young Master Spicer."
"Well, I introduce to you my newest creation in my most evil line, the terrifying, horrendous robot . . . Pencil Sharpener!"he again shouted, while pointing at the machine. At the sound of it's horrible name, the cat-bot looked up and then returned to it's cleaning.
Jeverson looked at the cat. "You do realise, young Master Spicer, that you are pointing to a normal, non-robotic cat?" He said before returning to his dusting.
"That is the Evil Genius of it, Jeverson. Cil looks, acts, and thinks like a cat, but when I say the code word "catnip" ---"
At the sound of it's activation word, the slightly green-glowing eyes of Pencil Sharpener turned red. It's programing working, it scanned the room for likely threats. The closet threat to it's controller was the one dragging feathers around on a table.
: Part one of programming complete. Initiating Attack programming. :
A sudden growl echoed through the basement. Jack looked at Cil and became even paler. Suddenly, instead of a normal-looking, orange-colored cat, a tornado of swirling, sharp metal was coming straight at Jeverson. The man was able to defend himself against bodily harm, but his feather duster has utterly shredded to pieces before Jack could remember the safety word.
"Uh, ummmmmm, Fluffikins? No . . . Wuya? No. . . b-b-ball of string? Yes, that's it!" The robot stopped and returned to cleaning itself, looking again like a cat.
Jeverson stared at the ruined mess that was once his most treasured duster in his collection. He would have wept if his dignity allowed it; instead he began to systematically pick up the pieces that he could to throw away. Jack watched the hired help clean up the mess he had made and then thought about how his mother would respond to another failed day of cleaning done by her favorite Butler. A brillent thought then hit him.
"I know! Jeverson, you can go down to town and buy any feather duster you want, as long as this ---," he waved his hand,"happening doesn't reach Mom's ears."
The Head Butler was clapping his hands with joy in his head. It had been too long since he had visted Dusters of the Past, his favorite antique cleaning supply store. His face and voice remained bland though.
"Yes, young Master Spicer; of course, young Master Spicer; thank-you young Master Spicer." The man then rushed up the stairs, in a dignified fashion of course, and off to town.
Meanwhile Dojo was sitting on his favorite rock in the garden, watching the young monks with their new leader practice Tai-chi, when a familiar itch crawled up his spine.
"Shen Gong Wu Alert! Shen Gong Wu Alert!," The dragon shouted as he spasmed around. The Xiaolin Dragons of the Elements were suddenly around him, barraging him with waves of questions. The, at the moment, gecko-sized dragon held off the questions as he pulled out the Ancient Scroll of the Shen Gong Wu out from nowhere.
Author's Note: I and my familial unit of a younger generation have a therory that the Scroll is stored in a sub-space pocket, a pocket universe if you will. I apologise now for any horrible sentences for certain characters.
Opening the scroll, a glyph changed into a clearer picture and then started to move around as if dusting.
"Oh, it's been a long time since I saw that one," Dojo said as he stared at the picture.
"Well, What Shen Gong Wu be it, Dojo?! I wish to again prove my proweress in battle against Heylin forces," a bald, round-headed Omi ranted. The Dragon of Water was bouncing around everywhere in excitment.
"Calm down,Chrome-dome! Just because its been a while since the last time the Shen Gong Wu activated doesn't mean you can start jumping up and down like a puppy that needs to go outside. The lizard was about to get to it,"The group's leader and Dragon of Wind, Raimundo, said as he tried to hold the midget Chinese monk down in his jump-escades.
"Thank you very much, Raim-- Heyy!!" said the insulted dragon.
"Just ignore them, partner. They'll eventually short it out amongst themselves. Just get on with yer meanderings and tell us what's what," Clay, the Dragon of Earth and full blooded Texan, said to the wounded dragon.
"Yea, could you hurry this up? I just arranged a video conferance with my BFFB in 3 hours and I want to go, beat up Jack, get the Shen Gong Wu, and get back here with enough time to fix my hair again before she calls," said Kimiko, the techno Japenese girl and Dragon of Fire, without looking up from her recently taken-out PDA.
"BFFB?"asked Clay.
"Best-Friend-From-Britain," the girl replied without looking up still.
"Oh."
"Well, sorry if Shen Gong Wu don't fit in with your schedule Kimiko,"stated Dojo,"but this Shen Gong Wu is kinda important."
"Well, What is it then? I want to lay some more whack-down to Spicer."Omi had finally gotten control of his pent up energy and was still butchering sayings.
"It's 'smack-down' Omi," the Brazilian leader told the clueless cue-ball as he tried to spy on Kimiko's rapid typing.
"Oh, my wrongness." Rai sighed at this response and instead of continued spying, turned to Dojo expectantly.
The little dragon stared at him for a while before realising what was wanted of him.
"Oh, right, sorry." He layed down the scroll on the rock so all could see. "The Shen Gong Wu is the Owl Feather Duster; it allows a person to focus better by clearing the cobwebs and clinging thoughts from what they are trying to focus on. It's also great for much needed spring cleaning."
"Inside your head?"asked Omi.
"Maybe, but for the most part just regular spring cleaning."
"Is cleaning for spring and talking with our young monks going to get the new Shen Gong Wu any faster, Dojo?"asked Master Fung as he silently appeared from nowhere.
"Um, no Master Fung. We were in fact just leaving," at that the small gecko-sized dragon transformed into a proper dragon-sized one and sat waiting for the monks to hop aboard.
"Go young monks and prove us victorious against the forces of Heylin once again." The monks all jumped onto Dojo's back and they flew off.
Master Fung picked up the Ancient Scroll and watched their departing forms. Let the little wrongs, if any, be fixed, he thought as he watched.