The four cats sent on Chase's mission were a combination of brains, cunning, and brawn. The brains, which were meant to lead, were too smart to do that and let the big, brawny, yet mentally deficient thugs take the point. Of course, they would claim credit at the end, but as they say in villainy school "don't do the work if you can take the glory anyway". That's paraphrased, of course, since the original saying include swears and laser-fire.
"Okay," said the first henchmen, whose name was Stop-Crying (his parents were strict). He was now speaking entirely in Feline but it is translated here in Human English for your own convenience. Of course, you're probably not grateful at all, are you?
"Our mission," continued Stop-Crying slowly, "Is to follow the mark," He crouched low on the twisting branches of the trees outside Chase Young's fortress. Omi, Kimiko, Clay, Raimundo, and a wyvern named Dojo were leading five people out of the main doors. The five were obviously prisoners, and, knowing the Xiaolin dragons, they were probably going to end up in jail.
"Should we rescue them?" asked one of the brawny cats.
"No! Our mission is to watch," said Dark, and the four cats lay in wait.
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"Where do you reckon we should take these guys?" asked Clay, glaring reproachfully at the former Heylin dragons.
Omi wasn't listening. He was scanning the sky. He had expected the Heylin star to supernova in a burst of plasma-based entities and fade away within a few hours. It would be a fitting reward for all the hours and work they had spent vanquishing the enemy dragons.
"Jail, duh," said Kimiko, her eyes glued to her PDA. "There's a place a few miles away, and as soon as Dojo--," With that, she glared at the dragon riding on Clay's shoulder. "—decides to transform and fly, we can get there and drop them off before Master Fung realizes we're gone,"
"I think it's too late for that," Dojo said. "And besides, I've been trying to get bigger now for a while. It won't work. I think there's some kind of curse or…or some kind of mystical, magical, something-or-other…
"Barrier," Raimundo put in.
"Huh?"
"Barrier,"
"Barrio? You're not from the barrio! Quit lying!"
"I said barrier, Dojo!"
"What?"
"I SAID BARRIER!"
"Raimundo, stop yelling!" Dojo cleared his breath as Raimundo seethed behind him. "Anyway, I was trying to say that there's a mystical magical barrio preventing me from transforming…"
"Or walking," Clay said, glancing at the little wyvern.
"What?" asked Dojo loudly, scratching his ears vigorously.
"I said you don't seem to be able to walk either, on account of you riding on my shoulders all the time,"
"Soldiers? We don't have soldiers! If we did, we wouldn't be doing all of this on our own,"
"Not soldiers. Shoulders. SHOULDERS!" Raimundo interjected.
"Is that about that GI Joe doll--,"
"Action figure,"
"—doll that I ate last week, I said I was sorry! Let it go!"
"I did let it go until you brought it up again!"
"COULD YOU ALL JUST SHUT UP!" Kimiko shouted, and Dojo, Raimundo, and Clay quickly closed their mouths.
"I think there's something lodged in my ear," said Dojo.
Raimundo was about to say something but Kimiko glared at him. He fell silent and they continued to walk down the lonely road leading away from the fortress. It seemed to wind on and on forever. The other dragons wondered how Omi had arrived here so quickly when they had needed to ride Dojo to make it there within one day. They attributed it to the Mantis Flip Coin, not wanting to think about any other scenarios.
"Why aren't you guys talking?" asked Clay, looking at the Heylin dragons and Jack Spicer.
Jack scowled at him. "You know, I'm a minor. I'll get out in two days, three tops!"
"Cool," said Rai. "Of course, that won't matter since you have ZERO Shen Gong Wu and can't Showdown anymore! And without Wuya, you can't even find anything,"
Jack had nothing to say to this, and decided to remain silent. He had to come with a plan or else he'd have to take over the world using nothing but his own power. He had no robots, no henchmen, no Wuya…
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Speaking of Wuya, the ghost hag was still searching for her creature. The stupid thing had crawled away somewhere and was probably discussing 'ME SMASH' with a few caterpillars in a corner. "And I thought Jack was useless," Wuya hissed, peering over a patch of grass in a corner.
Then she heard footsteps.
"Oh blast it!" She hissed. She could tell, just from the sound of the steps, that the monks were approaching. They were probably towing her useless Heylin dragons. She had already stripped them of their powers to feed into the new Heylin dragon, which had now gone missing.
"Heylin dragon, come to me!" commanded Wuya imperiously.
There was a loud crack and a weak crunch. Wuya spun around in midair and saw a small point of light winking at her from a short way down the road.
Having lived for thousands of years, Wuya knew when things were about to hit the ceilings. Her danger sense could detect an evil plan dissolving just by glancing at the pupil dilation of her henchmen. It was a great gift, although it did make her too apprehensive at times.
"HEYLIN DRAGON! COME TO ME AT ONCE!" Wuya howled. Then, without seeing whether or not her creature would be approaching, the ghost hag flew swiftly into a log on the side of the road and stay there to watch the events unfold.