By the end of the day, Torie was pretty much herself. Raimundo's suggestion of sticking her with Omi for a bit had worked, making her so furious Omi refused to even look at her for a few hours. "Yes, she most definitely has her attack prowess back," he had announced, scratches and bruises accompanying the ones Holly had already given him.

Now Torie was down to white sneakers, long, straight hair left down, a long-sleeved white shirt, and jean shorts. All that needed to be changed were the jeans and the size. Oh, and the deadline that occurred in one hour. But the monks were out of ideas. Omi refused to go near her, she had gotten protective over her items, and they couldn't find another weakness of hers.

So they sat, huddled together, trying to figure something out. "Perhaps a sparring match will work?" Raimundo suggested, and for the first time in a while Omi looked happy.

"Really, may I please do the kicking of butts?" he asked, and the other three looked at him confusedly.

"You said you didn't want anything to do with Torie after she pummeled you partner," the oldest monk pointed out, wringing his hat in his hands. Omi smiled that egoistic smile of his.

"Yes, well, sparring is my specialty. I want to go against her," the bald monk replied, and everyone shrugged.

"Whatever, go for it. We'll be watching from behind the Shroud of Shadows," Kimiko said, running off to the vault. She returned a few seconds later, the shroud tucked neatly on her arm. They tiptoed off to the training ground, covering themselves as Omi led Torie to the sparring circle.

Immediately they were off, and it was all they could do to take in the things they were shouting.

"Horse Drinking Water!" Omi screeched.

"Goat Churning Butter!" Torie replied, dodging Omi.

" Chimpanzee Shot!"

" Plowing Yak!"

" Bear biting Moose!"

" Monkey Reading Shakespeare!"

" Cat Playing Fiddle!"

" Pig Eating Sausages!"

" Duck Flipping Burgers!"

" Bear biting Moose!"

" Monkey Strike!"

" Repulse the Monkey!"

Omi's eyes went wide at Torie's last move, and he flew into a wall. "Wha-what was that? Where did you learn Repulse the Monkey?" he asked, suspicion clear in his voice. Torie shrugged, but he shook a finger at her. "Oh, you know Chase Young. You're associating with him. YOU ARE A SPY!" Torie was slack jawed, and Omi wondered if she had just picked it up somewhere. But he knew only Jermaine, Chase Young, and he knew that move.

'WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" she yelled, and everyone winced. The only good that came out of his accusations was the growing of her jeans, and the familiar mischievous sparkle in her eyes. They just needed to upset her a little more… But Omi seemed all over that.

"You do not belong here. You shall be told on. Master Fung will ship you back to his evil lair, where you will be turned into a jungle cat!" the bald monk fumed, and the three monks gasped as Torie literally grew before their very eyes.

Soon she looked as she normally did, and held a hand up to her head. "What happened?" she asked, but memories suddenly flooded through her head. After a good thirty seconds of working through it all, she glared daggers at Omi. "Oh, you think I'm evil. Well let me tell you something. Why would I save your butts? Why would I help you out? Why wouldn't I betray you when you were sleeping, killing you without a fight? Why would I push Rai out of the way of the Nanonizer's beam, risking being a kid for the rest of my life? Answer those questions, and then reflect upon if I am evil. Oh, and that also goes for you three," the ranting girl added, pulling the shroud off the guilty monks.