Hey, everyone! I'm back! You may remember me from Xiaolin vs. Heylin: BU!ST, right? Well, here's a new story for ya! It's called Kroger Krazy…it just popped into my head. This story will revolve around Chase. Alright, fan girls (including myself), scream…..now! fan girl screams are heard Okay, now that that's over with, on with the story!

Chapter Uno (what is with me and Spanish numbers?!): Out Of Salt and Hungry Cats

It started off as a glorious day for Chase Young. The Tai Chi master won a Xiaolin Showdown so far this morning, now having possession of the Golden Tiger Claws, Shroud of Shadows, and the Monkey Staff (with much complaining from the Heylin pest Jack Spicer). He gave Wuya money for a trip to the spa (she needs a makeover anyway) so that she would be out of his hair so he could do his hour long yoga in peace (YES in my head Chase does yoga. GOT A PROBLEM WITH THAT?! Ahem…moving on). And to top it all off, after waiting several weeks because of the location of his 'home', his ordered lance with the extra sharp point finally got delivered, so now he can battle with a little twist. "This'll make that little insect Spicer really cringe in fear," Chase evilly bellowed to himself as soon as the lance was in his possession.

Now Chase was in his kitchen/dungeon, preparing the same old same old: Lao Mang Lon soup. He was happily stirring the sickly green concoction, adding one plump dragon to the mix. He ceased the mixing for a brief moment and removed the large spoon from the cauldron, bringing it up to his lips. He took one sip, and…

" Blarf! This tastes terrible!" exclaimed Chase, spitting out the green liquid, all of it landing on one of the walls. He's been making this soup every day for 1500 years, and there was definitely some ingredient missing form the concoction. He never tasted his favorite food to find it…flat. " Oh shit! Now I gotta clean the wall…eh, I'll have one of my jungle cats do it." Chase, now annoyed, snapped his gloved fingers and instantly came a sleek, black panther, however looking angry…and hungry.

Chase stood before the cat and pointed in the direction of the soup coated wall. " Clean," Chase snappily demanded. The cat just stood there on all fours, staring at his owner with hungry eyes. Chase was too pissed to notice. "Do it," the annoyed man raised his voice slightly. Growling in his throat, the panther sulked away and began to lick the soup from the wall. Realizing that it was soup covering the wall, the panther became excited and started to rapidly lick.

The man was now holding his ancient cook book, forcefully flipping through page after page searching for the Lao Mang Lon soup recipe. Surely it had to be in here. He's been following the recipe for 1500 years now.

" Alright, here it is," Chase said, after what seemed like eternity. He followed the words that were ingredients with his finger. " Let's see now, got that in there, I know I added that…just did it, that was the first thing I put in it," Chase muttered to himself, checking off the ingredients one by one. What was missing? Chase's eyes moved to the counter. His salt jar was empty.

"Salt!" Chase cried, swiftly moving to the cluttered counter. He picked up the saltless jar. " That's it! No salt! But that means…oh God," Chase's short merry moment collapsed. He put his shaking head in his hands. " Oh no…how I HATE it!"

The black panther then appeared next to Chase, his wall licking deed complete. The cat lay down before Chase, who took his hands off his head to glare at his feline servant. A shiny red cat bowl hung in his mouth, no cat food in it. Just then the kitchen/dungeon's door opens and more jungle cat servants of Chase's pile into the room, empty food bowls and water dishes in mouths. And they're starving.

Chase groaned in his throat. " Grrrrrrr….it's Wuya's job!" The man glared down at all his cat butlers, eyes blazing. He then pushed through the dense crowd of starving cats, who were either meowing at Chase and begging him to refill their bowls or glaring at their master ready to rip his head off.

" Alright, I will, now just move!"

" Get out of my way, you lot!"

" I'll be able to move faster if you all get!"

" Will you move your fat asses, please!?"

" Damn it! That is the last time you piss on the floor, Leo! Now, lick it up!"

Chase finally managed to get across the room after a number of annoying meows, claws digging into his shoes, and attemped lunges. He sighed and said to himself, " This is the last time I'm doing this." Just then in his hands appeared a couple of dollars and the Golden Tiger Claws. He turned to face the felines, who were all huddled against Chase's legs.

" I'll be back in a few hours," the man said to the cats. " Wuya is surely going to get a beating from me when she gets back," he murmured, preparing for his journey by fastening on the clawlike wu. " Golden Tiger Claws!" Chase shouted, ripping open a portal with the claws. He jumped inside, and the portal closed.

Haaza!! (that's my new word). So, what do you guys think? Love it? Hate it? Please review so that I can see! Chapter Dos coming soon, and remember, brownies (which are low fat, by the way), to all the lovely reviewers!