The next afternoon, Wuya found Jack Spicer working on his evil theme music in his basement/lair. "Jack, put your toys down and come with me," She said.

"Dude-bot, take over. Add a little rap remix and a dance number in there, and don't make it too cheesy, okay? Mix in some techno-pop if you can," Jack Spicer told his robot before following Wuya.

"Now, your first task will be to rob the Shen Gong Wu vault at the monks' temple," Wuya said.

"Nah. We already have FIVE Shen Gong Wu," Jack Spicer replied. "The book says we need only five. I'm not working any harder than I have to,"

"You're just afraid that you'll lose your Wu if you fight the monks again, aren't you?" Wuya said dryly.

"Yes," Jack Spicer said with a tone of finality. "Wait, I mean, no. Shut up and make me into a Heylin Dragon!"

Wuya laughed maniacally. "Jack, foolish boy, I'm not making you into a Dragon. You are a bumbling, oafish fool. You would quickly be defeated no matter how much power I give you,"

Jack Spicer's mouth hung open. "So, you mean I went to all this trouble actually winning a showdown with Omi to get all this Wu, and I'm not getting a piece of the pie? That's a completely rip off!"

"Yup," Wuya said cheerfully. "You got jacked,"

"Well, I'm not giving you my Wu. I won them unfair and un-square, and I'm KEEPING them!" Jack put on the Eye of Dashi, strapped the Monkey Staff to his back, and headed for the stairs.

"Going somewhere, Spicer?" A voice said with a gentle purr.

"Katnappe?" Jack Spicer shouted, jumping backwards. "I thought I posted guards to keep you out of my fortress!"

"You mean, those?" The black-clad Katnappe said as her genetically altered super kittens came bounding down into Jack's lair after her. One of them carried the remains of two of Jack Spicer's Bloodhound-bots.

Jack Spicer scowled and brandished the Discus of Dashi menacingly. "Well, prepare to be--,"

All of a sudden, the doorbell rang. Jack Spicer could hear muffled voices coming from upstairs. After a while, ninja Tubbimura's massive shape came barreling down the stairs. He was shouting in his usual stilted ninja-speak, and Jack didn't bother listening to him.

"Okay, who invited you guys, and why shouldn't I blast you to kingdom Come?" Jack Spicer said. He put one finger at the top of the Eye. "Eye of Dash--," He began, but Katnappe kicked the Wu out of his hand. It went flying over his head and landed in the stretched out hand of Vlad, the Russian vendor. Jack Spicer whirled around and saw Vlad standing behind him, holding the Eye of Dashi. Before Jack could react, a mime slid out from behind Vlad and started to imitate throwing a lasso over the boy genius. "Hey, what the--,"

The mime yanked Jack Spicer forward, sending him sprawling. The Discus of Dashi, the Orb of Tornami, and the Monkey Staff went flying out of his hands. "Le Mime! What are you doing here?" Jack demanded.

Le Mime didn't answer him, obviously. He just walked over to Jack and conjured an invisible box over him. Then, he mimed scribbling something on the box. "Hey, tell me what that says!" Jack Spicer demanded.

Tubbimura and Vlad carried the invisible box out of the house and stuffed it into the nearest mail-slot. "You can't do that! That's my house!" Jack yelled. "Don't you dare go up to the porch! Don't even think about knocking on that door! Katnappe, don't open that door! I said, don't open that door! Don't go into the house! Don't go into the basement! Don't touch my CDs! Don't touch my STUFF! WAAAAAAH!"

The next morning, a package arrived at the Xiaolin temple. Master Fung was bewildered when the postman arrived. The Xiaolin temple hadn't ordered any packages…or did they? After signing for it, the postman returned to his car and brought out a strange glass-like box. Master Fung signed for it and took it into the temple.

Almost instantly, he was mobbed by what appeared to be ten thousand Xiaolin dragons-in-training.

"Ooh, is that for me?"

"No it's not! It's mine!"

"Now, let's not get too hasty here, pard'ners. We all know it's for me,"

"It is mine. I am most certain of that!"

"But it's mine! It has to be mine!"

"C'mon now, I never get anything!"

"Enough," Master Fung said, holding up one hand. "It has no markings of any kind,"

"Could it be a trap?" Omi said, whispering as if speaking normally would cause the box to explode.

"I don't think so, but we must be very cautious. Clay, would you do the honors?" Master Fung said. Clay tilted his hat respectfully and moved slowly towards the box. He gently moved his hands along the edges until he could feel a ribbon or a piece of string dangling off.

He unraveled the ties and popped the latch on the box. "Why, I don't believe it!"

"What is it?" Kimiko asked.

"It's Jack Spicer," Clay said, lifting the evil boy by his collar. Jack looked even paler than usual, as he shivered in fright and fear.

"What are you doing here?" Omi demanded.

"I-I didn't c-come here on p-purpose! Wuya s-sent me h-here in a b-box and h-had other v-v-villains take over my base!" Jack Spicer stammered. He was freezing, which was odd, since it was summertime.

After he had warmed up, Jack began talking again. "I was thrown out of my own lair!" Jack complained. "So, can I crash here for a few days…weeks…months…"

"NO!" Kimiko, Raimundo, and Clay shouted.

Jack turned on the full Puppy-Dog eyes on Omi. Beads of sweat dripped down the young monks face. "Please stop doing that! Please!" Omi shouted, but Jack was relentless. He did his best to look as sad and orphan-like as possible.

"Don't you have parents, Jack?" Kimiko snapped.

"They don't want me any more!" Jack shouted back. "Besides, I'm an orphan…if you'll believe that,"

Omi turned around slowly, still rooted on the spot. "My friends, we cannot ignore a homeless orphan in need. It is the Xiaolin way,"

"It is?" Raimundo asked, glancing at Master Fung. The Xiaolin master casually strode away, mumbling something about meditation scrolls.

"Jack Spicer, why should we let you stay with us?" Kimiko demanded. "Every time we do, you end up robbing us blind and giving our Wu to Chase Young or Wuya!"

Jack Spicer pondered this for a second. "Your point being…"

"Forget it!" Clay said. "End of story! We're gonna mail you back to your house,"

Jack decided to use his final, signature move. He took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves, and threw himself at Omi's feet, wringing his hands while screaming the word 'Please' over and over.

"Okay, fine, you can stay!" Omi said.

"What?" Clay exclaimed. "He's just going to steal our Shen Gong Wu!"

"He might not this time," Omi pointed out.

"What makes you think that?" Jack asked.

"Tiger instincts," Omi replied.

There was a slight pause lasting but a few seconds. "That makes no sense," Kimiko, Raimundo, Clay, and Jack Spicer said at once.

"That's because you don't have tiger instincts," Omi said cheerfully, and walked back into the temple.