I solemnly swear that I am not Christy Hui and that I do not own any part of Xiaolin Showdown.
A/N: Unlike my other fic, the Great Ghost of Dashi, this one takes place during season two, before Wuya becomes flesh for the second time and before our heroes become Wudai warriors.
So…uh, read and review, please!
The Heylin witch Wuya groaned as she soared around the familiar confines of Jack Spicer's evil lair. She was having another one of those nasty Shen Gong Wu headaches, the ones that came on when a particularly important Wu had revealed itself. The only way to get rid of it was to find the Shen Gong Wu in question. But she couldn't do that without the unfortunate assistance of her evil protégé, Jack Spicer…
She ghosted through the walls of Spicer's house, looking for him. Wuya managed to find him sleeping at his worktable next to another one of his worthless machines. Wuya hovered in front of him, yelling his name over and over.
Jack slowly opened one eye, then the other. At first, they were both out of focus but they quickly began staring straight into Wuya's glowing green eyes.
"You know, you're not really what I want to wake up to every morning." He said groggily.
"Yeah, and you're just wonderful-looking in the morning, too." Wuya snapped. "Ever heard of a comb?"
"Ever heard of mouthwash?" Jack retorted.
Wuya rolled her eyes. She didn't really have time for this. "I don't have battles of wit with the unarmed, Jack! I just want to tell you that you should be looking for the Mokkou Feather!"
"The what now?" Jack said dazedly, and Wuya could only groan.
The Mokkou Feather was found at the bottom of a vast lake, which gave Jack Spicer the opportunity to use his new retooled and redesigned Siamese Fighting Fish-bots. "They're programmed to be fuel-efficient!" He pointed out as he and Wuya descended into the bottom of the lake in the Molar 3000."
Unfortunately (for them), the Xiaolin monks were on the case, using the Tunnel Armadillo to burrow out of the ground just 20 feet away from the Mokkou Feather.
"The Xiaolin monks are on top of the case!" Omi said, since he couldn't hear the narration.
"I think you mean, 'on the case', Omi." Raimundo corrected.
"You're not getting to that Shen Gong Wu!" Jack called. "Not on my watch! Siamese Fighting Fish-bots…annihilatify…them!"
"Boy, that's a mouthful, isn't it?" Kimiko remarked as the Siamese Fighting Fish-bots went rocketing towards the Tunnel Armadillo.
The Fish-bots numbered only three but they had some pretty sharp weapons attached to them. Clay, who was at the wheel, squinted as they came into range. As soon as they were close enough, he activated the drill in front of the Tunnel Armadillo, spearing one of the robots and sending its cheap parts spraying all over water.
The other two Fish-bots flared up and began arming their laser weapons. Clay managed to maneuver his way out of one of the blasts but the second one got the Tunnel Armadillo square in the middle of its side, sending it pin-wheeling upside-down away from the Mokkou Feather.
Clay hammered on the controls but the Tunnel Armadillo couldn't put itself right-side up.
"Jack's getting the Shen Gong Wu!" Kimiko cried as Jack, wearing a diving helmet, made his way towards the Mokkou Feather.
"I'll get him." Omi said. He fixed the Gills of Hamachi around his head and swam out of the Tunnel Armadillo.
The remaining Fish-bot quickly hurried to stop him. Omi closed his eyes and delivered a series of sharp raps to the machine's head, fins, and tail. Immediately, the nails, screws, and gears holding it together came asunder, reducing the Fish-bot to nothing more than a pile of really expensive garbage.
Jack was the first to lay hands on the feather, but before he could lift it from its resting spot, Omi was there to touch it as well.
"Jack Spicer!" Omi said. "I challenge you to a Xiaolin Showdown!"
The evil boy genius smirked in response. "I accept. My Fist of Tebigong against your Gills of Hamachi. First one to catch the Mokkou Feather wins."
"Very well," Omi replied.
"Gong Yi Tanpai!" They said in unison, beginning the showdown.
The Mokkou Feather changed itself into a small blue minnow and quickly raced off in the other direction in a flurry of bubbles.
"Gills of Hamachi!" Omi burbled, chasing after it with swift strokes. Even though the minnow was blending in with the water, Omi could still mark its progress since the fish's swimming was creating bubbles in the water.
Jack hurried after Omi. Normally, he wouldn't have been able to catch up but Omi was going especially slow since he was trying to make sure that he wouldn't lose track of the minnow.
"Yo, Opie!" He called, raising his hand. "Fist of Tebigong!" He brought his Fist of Tebigong down on Omi's head – hard. The monk went dizzy really fast and began sinking to the bottom of the lake once again.
"Omi, get up!" called Kimiko.
"Yeah! Get back in the game!" Raimundo shouted.
"Not helping!" Omi groaned as he began to see double.
Jack cackled as he closed in on the minnow. He had trapped it on a rock bed on the far side of the lake and was about to grab it and win the showdown.
Omi stared blearily at the scene before realizing what he needed to do. "Tornado Strike," He began, waving his arms. "Water!"
Jack Spicer was reaching towards the struggling minnow when all of a sudden he was dragged backwards by the force of an oceanic cyclone. He waved his Fist of Tebigong around impotently as he was lifted up and sent sailing back past Omi and into the wreckage of one of his Fish-bots.
"Jack, you fool! Stop him!" Wuya hissed.
But it was too late. Omi used his elemental power to pull the water around the minnow, forcing it to swim towards him no matter how much it tried to get away. He closed his hands around the tiny fish, and, in that same instant, won the showdown.
"Nice one, Omi!" Rai said as soon as Omi arrived back at the Tunnel Armadillo with the Mokkou Feather and the Fist of Tebigong.
"Nice job, Jack Spicer!" Wuya snapped. "You just lost two more Shen Gong Wu to the Xiaolin dragons!"
"It's all part of my plan!" Jack cackled as he boarded the Molar 3000 and dug their way back to his lair.
