The sun rose upon the fabled Xiaolin temple, where training had been going as usual for quite some time. No supernatural happenstance, no psychotic villain, and especially, no active Shen Gon Wu.
Four monks, masters of the Wudai art, slowly arose. A short, Chinese boy got up first, he usually did.
"Rise and sparkle, my friends," he said, enthusiastically. "Apprehend the day!"
"Ah think you mean 'seize the day,'" said the bulky, Southerner, "but just don't see the point havin' another day a just trainin' when we ain't got any work for months."
"I agree," said the Japanese girl, the only female of the group. "We've had long periods without any action, but this is ridiculous."
"Yeah," said the boy of South American origin, " I don't see the point of getting out of bed anymore."
"That's because you never want to get out of bed," said the girl.
Suddenly, the monks heard light footsteps coming from outside. It was the head monk of the Xiaolin temple, and the foursome's trainer since they got the title of Xiaolin Dragon, Master Fung.
"Omi? Clay? Kimiko? Raimundo? Are you there?" He was calm and docile.
"Good morning, Master," the monks chimed in.
"I believe Dojo has some good news for you."
A small, green dragon slithered into the room on its belly. "Morning, kids," it said, "I think I'm feeling a disturbance in the force!"
"Is it a new Wu," Clay asked.
"Actually…"
The lights of an old basement flickered on. The visible parts of this middle-class house were quite normal, but the basement was different: it was filled with machinery, dark gizmos and gadgets, and it was known by a self-proclaimed boy genius to be his evil lair. And I don't mean Jimmy Neutron.
A diamond-shaped piece of machinery began to blink and buzz. Jack Spicer awoke from his sleep with a start.
"Darn it, ClockBot," he yelled, "Do you have any idea what time it is?"
He flopped into a pair of pink, bunny slippers and shuffled over to where the sound was coming from. It was not his alarm clock, but in fact his Shen Gon Wu radar tracker. But there was something strange. All of the guiding arrows were flashing at once. He was about to think the contraption was busted, but he couldn't risk losing a new Wu to the forces of Good.
"I'd better call Wuya…"
