Raimundo did make it to his room, as a matter of fact. He kept a boxful of Shen Gong Wu next to the threadbare mat thing that Master Fung kept insisting was a bed. After making sure that no one was looking, Raimundo edged towards the box and pried it open using his fingernails.

Inside were the Helmet of Jong and the Thorn of Thunderbolt. Rai found it safe to keep them out of the vault and only return them when he thought that someone was going to miss them. Rai planned on using them to rescue Dojo.

"What're you doing?" A voice asked. Raimundo whirled around, carefully knocking the box out of site behind the rest of his stuff. Kimiko was standing at the door, looking suspicious.

"Nothing! I was just…um, playing Goo Zombies XII." Raimundo lied.

"There is no Goo Zombies XVII." Kimiko said reproachfully.

"Okay, okay!" Raimundo said. "I was really going to attack Jack Spicer's lair to save Dojo. And you can't stop me."

"Wasn't planning to." Kimiko replied.

"You…you weren't?" Raimundo said incredulously.

"Yeah. I know you. If you're going after Spicer then there's nothing I can do to stop you. All I can do is go along to keep your butt out of the fire." Kimiko explained.

"Oh, cool!" Raimundo said in response. "Let's go, then."


As Kimiko and Rai headed for the lair, Jack Spicer was busy finishing up the remaining phases of his complicated 'trial' scheme. He had sent Jack-bots to Chase Young's not-so-secret secret lair, Pandabubba's Hong Kong mansion, Katnappe's apartment, Vlad's ancestral home in Russia and the equally un-secret secret dojo of the ninja Tubbimura. Each robot had one of his new recording machines in them that would tell them to come to the courthouse in five minutes.

The Lawyer-bots came floating over to Jack, tapping him on the shoulder. "We've completed our records acquisition, Mr. Spicer, sir." 1.0 said.

2.0 opened its briefcase and 3.0 began counting off each and every tape, folder, and document crammed inside.

"Awesome. Nice job, guys. Grab a juice box." Jack said airily.

"We're robots." 1.0 said.

"We don't drink juice." 2.0 said.

"No offense." 3.0 said.

"Just go away!" Jack snapped as he finished recording the last message to Tubbimura.

The Jack-bot soared through the ceiling, bursting through the upstairs bathroom floor and shattering a window in the attic.

Wuya came over to Jack with her usual complaints. "If you put as much effort into learning how to fight as you do with this silly garbage, you would be more powerful than Chase Young."

"Chase Young!" Jack gasped. "Hey, I wonder how he's doing. I sure hope he replies to the Jack-bot I sent him."

He decided to go over and taunt the captive again, just for laughs until he got contacted by the people he had invited. A Jack-bot brought the caged Dojo over. The dragon was curled up in the middle of his cage, staring blearily at him.

Jack held up a chocolate bar and began peeling it open with a knife. "I bet you're pretty hungry right now."

Dojo folded his arms. "No. Not really."

"Yeah," Jack continued, undeterred. "I bet you're really hungry for some nice, sweet chocolate right about now."

"Too much chocolate gives me hives in unfortunate place." Dojo lied. "Wanna see?"

"No!" Jack said, turning his head away.

He pushed the chocolate bar between the bars of the cage, dangling just in front of Dojo's snout. The dragon was quite content with pointedly looking away every time Jack moved it too close.

Jack had been doing this for three minutes when a Jack-bot thankfully arrived to distract him. "Sir, the proximity alert has been activated, sir." It said, tapping Jack on the shoulder with its metallic claws.

"What?" Jack demanded. "Who would dare attack the super-secret lair of Jack Spicer, evil boy genius? Who, I ask you? Who?"

"Thorn of Thunderbolt!" In response to Jack's question, a huge electric blast smashed through the west wall of his evil lair, sending dirt, dust, and robot parts flying through the air.

When the dust cleared, Raimundo and Kimiko had appeared in his secret lair.

"We'll be taking our dragon back now." Kimiko said.

"Yeah, right." Jack said, rolling his eyes. "Jack-bots! Get them!"

Rai and Kimiko went into fighting stances, expecting to be swarmed by Jack Spicer's apparently inexhaustible supply of expendable robots. But, for some reason, they hung back.

"What? What are you doing? Why aren't you annihilating?" Jack asked.

"We quit!" One of the Jack-bots shrieked. "We're sick of being yelled that and beaten up and blown to pieces, day after day, episode after episode. We might be robots, but we have feelings too!"

Jack Spicer gritted his teeth. He knew he shouldn't have installed those emotion chips.

"Well, you still can't have the dragon unless you attend my trial." Jack said and the Jack-bots brushed past him and flew away, apparently off to test the job market for new opportunities.

"Who's going to stop us?" Rai asked.

Jack Spicer snapped his fingers and grinned evilly. Rai and Kimiko looked around as about five Capture-bots skittered down the walls from the ceiling and began spraying them with spider-webs. In a blink of an eye, they were completely immobilized.

"Like my new super-evil Capture-bots?" Jack Spicer asked.

"If they're yours," Kimiko said, peering suspiciously at the mechanical spiders. "Then why do they have the words 'hase ung' on them?"

"Okay, okay, fine." Jack said. "I expropriated them from Hase Ung's—er, Chase Young's private arsenal."

"Huh." Dojo said. "Does 'expropriate' still mean 'stealing them and trying to scrape off Chase's name with your fingernails'? Because that's really lame."

Jack sniffed. "I used a nail file."

"You're not going to get away with this!" Raimundo said, struggling to break free.

"I already have." Jack replied, and he began cackling with maniacal glee.