Thank you to all reveiws! I don't own Xiaolin showdown. Oh, and sorry for the short chappies, they will get longer!

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"You gotta be kidding."

Raimundo groaned, "For the tenth time Jack, we're not kidding!"

Jack shook his head, "Okay, assuming you're not off the deep end, you're saying I'm a light dragon and a dark dragon?"

Dojo nodded, "Kind of. See, you have the power of the dragon of Light, you just can't use it because you are technically a Dark dragon, which means if you used a Xiaolin attack it would be dark, like how Omi's got the water thing going."

Jack crossed his arms, "Technically? Look Doji, I know technical, I'm a computer genius for crying out loud, and this buddy, is not technical."

Raimundo sighed, "Also for the tenth time, his name is Dojo!"

Clay finally asked, "What about Jack's Wu stash?"
"I don't have a stash! All I've got is the Sword of the Storm right here, and the Orb of Tornami and the Third-Arm Sash back home in my sock drawer."

Omi blinked, "You keep it in your sock drawer?"

Jack scowled at him, "Not everybody's got a super special temple, Obi!"

Kimiko sighed, "His name's Omi."

The red-haired genius now glared at her instead, "Whatever! I'm not going with you guys, I'm evil, remember! E-V-I-L! Evil!"

Kimiko pressed, "Okay, so you can spell! Jack, to defeat Urabi we're going to (sigh) need your help! It was the original person who had your power who sealed her away!"

"You don't need my help! Just drop me off at my house, take all the stupid Wu, and leave!"

Omi shook his head, "I do not think that is such a good idea."

Jack hissed, "Yeah, well why not?"

"Simple Jack Spicer, Urabi needs your power to become whole, she will target you again. I think while we should take the orb and the sash, we should leave you the Sword of the Storm, incase of an assault."

"Hey! I can handle myself!"

Raimundo smiled, "Oh really?"

As they landed in Jack's backyard half a minute later, Raimundo tackled the boy-genius to the ground, and Jack gave him a black eye. Dojo, now back to normal size, yelled, "Oh no, oh no, oh, the humanity! Somebody, quick, get a crowbar!"

Kimiko, noting the absence of a crowbar, snapped a thin branch off a tree and quickly gave both struggling boys near concussions.

"OW!

"Whatch it Kimiko!"

"How come you always get her name right Jack Spicer?" asked Omi.

The boy stood, "Easy, 'cause I can."

"Hmm, interesting Jack. What is that noise by the way, it sounds like an upset bovine in a market full of easily broken curios."

Clay asked, "Omi, do you mean a bull in a china shop? And I'm with you, what is that racket?"

Jack glared at the shadows inside the house, "Wild party."