Meanwhile, back at Jack Spicer's lair, the four villains, Le Mime, Ninja Tubbimura, Katnappe, and Vlad, were all standing in a row, facing the floating ghost-witch Wuya. "You four have been chosen to fulfill the positions of the Heylin dragons, to counter the forces of the Xiaolin dragons,"
"What will be my element?" Ninja Tubbimura asked.
Wuya phased through his skull and entered his brain. "Hmm…" She murmured, her voice echoing through the chubby ninja's head. "I sense much ability in you. Yes, your Heylin element will be…Thunder!" She floated into Vlad's head and pronounced him as, "Sea,", then to Katnappe, and called her, "Sky," then, finally, Le Mime became, "Steel,"
"When do we get to kick some Xiaolin butt?" Katnappe asked, baring her claws.
"All in good time, my dear…all in good time," Wuya replied. "What we have to do is assign Shen Gong Wu and then perform Seven Heylin rituals. We shall skip the resting period, of course,"
Jack Spicer had built an impenetrable fortress in his tiny little room. It was made entirely out of melted down CDs, a Goo Zombie handheld, and about 20 mats and pillows. He wrote the words 'DO NOT ENTER UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH' on the outside of his little pillow fortress and sat there, plotting.
"So, if I steal the Longi Kite, I can fly over there and throw out those stupid jerks," Jack muttered to himself. "But I'll need some stronger Wu to beat them. Maybe I can take the Lasso Boa-Boa and the Serpent's Tail and the Fist of Tebigong,"
"Jack! If you are gonna plan to steal our Wu, don't whisper about where we can hear you!" Clay shouted from the adjacent room.
"Okay, fine!" Jack replied. "Stupid hick…"
"I heard that!"
Jack looked at his only remaining Shen Gong Wu, the Eagle Scope. It wasn't much of a Shen Gong Wu, especially when compared to the Monkey Staff transformation or the Discus of Dashi's blade-like effect.
When Jack was sure that everyone in the temple was asleep, he crawled out of bed and tried to leave his room. Unfortunately (for him), it was locked. There was a note on the door, in Omi's handwriting.
I AM SORRY, JACK SPICER, BUT I CANNOT ALLOW YOU WANDER AROUND FREELY AFTER DARK, LEST YOU ARE TEMPTED TO STEAL OUR SHEN GONG WU.
MOST SINCERELY, YOUR WORST ENEMY, OMI
"Stupid cueball!" Jack snapped.
"I heard that!" Omi called from his room.
Jack checked his watch. It was 1:00 AM. Jack whistled to himself for a few minutes, until he remembered something. He tapped on the LCD display on his watch thrice and waited for a few seconds.
"Yo," The voice of the Dude-bot crackled through the tiny speakers on the watch.
"Shh! Not so loud, they can hear you!" Jack whispered.
"Sorry…well, yo dude? What's up?" The Dude asked.
"None of your beeswax. I just want you to tell me what those freaks are doing in my lair!" Jack demanded.
"Yeah, they're just chilling, lying around, eating your popcorn, prank-calling Chase Young using your voice thingy to make it sound like you did it, you know, like you used to do," The Dude replied.
"Are they performing any rituals?" Jack asked. "You know, with Wuya, the ghost b—witch?"
"Oh, they did that a few hours ago,"
"They did?"
"Yeah, it was tight, yo. First, they tied that cat chick to this bed, the ghost lady flew around her and whispered these freaky words, and then they did the same thing to the fat kid, the mime, and the Russian dude. It was cool, especially with the fireworks and the funny Japanese-looking words--,"
"Kanji?"
"Yup. They're Heylin dragons now!"
"Okay, well, can you keep watching them? And send me an MP3 with my latest evil theme song. Bye!" Jack said to the Dude-bot.
Jack terminated the conversation with a push of a button. "Well, now I'm completely obsolete!" Jack moaned. "But I'm not going out without a fight, for I'm JACK SPICER, EVIL BOY GENIUS!"
"Will you SHUT UP IN THERE?" The monks yelled.
"Sorry," Jack said. "Stupid monkeys,"
"We heard that!"