A/N

Robin Uses Wings of Tinabi: Yeah, he is Shoku warrior, but unlike my other story, this is set during season two, before they even become Wudai warriors. Reason I did this was because I thought Wudai warriors would be powerful to put up with the crap that's going to happen during the trial.

Silver Sword: Thanks! I really like it when I get reviews.

Hybrid-Sunshine: :D The trial is coming up in a bit.


All over the world, Jack Spicer's messenger Jack-bots were delivering their messages. Chase Young, Pandabubba, Katnappe, Vlad, and the ninja Tubbimura were all receiving special messages from the evil boy genius.

"Hello! If you're reading this, then I, Jack Spicer, have chosen to invite you, Chase YoungPandabubbaKatnappeVladTubbimura to the First Grand Imperial Jack Spicer's Dark Courthouse of Doom for the trial of the century. Where I, Jack Spicer, will take revenge on my, Jack Spicer's, enemies, the Xiaolin monks!"

The image panned out to reveal a bad CGI rendition of Omi, Raimundo, Kimiko, and Clay being lowered into a pool of obviously-fake sharks while Jack Spicer looked on in triumph.

"Remember that time that you were yelling at me for only having two Shen Gong Wu?" Jack Spicer asked when he saw Wuya again.

Wuya arched her eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Yeah." Jack smirked. "Check it!" He kicked open his safe to reveal four Shen Gong Wu.

"The Helmet of Jong!" Wuya gasped. "The Thorn of Thunderbolt!"

Jack stuck his head through Wuya's ghostly form and into the safe. "Yeah. Those, with the Changing Chopsticks and the Monkey Staff, make…uh…one…two….uh…"

"Four." Wuya said firmly. "You have four Shen Gong Wu, which is a lot better than you've been doing for a while. Well done, Jack Spicer!"

Jack's eyes began to water. "Aw! Gimme a hug!"

He moved forward, passing through Wuya like she was some sort of…well…ghost.

"Oh, yeah." He muttered sheepishly. "Forgot about that."

"Spicer!" said a curt voice.

Jack whirled around only to see Chase Young's face in his giant supercomputer's screen.

"Hi, Chase!" Jack squealed. "I'm so glad you called. I'm running this Xiaolin trial scheme and…"

The screen was suddenly bisected, with Chase Young on the left and a new face, that of the Hong Kong kingpin Pandabubba's, on the right.

"Spicer! What is the meaning of this?" Pandabubba demanded, holding a twisted bit of plastic that used to be one of Jack Spicer's exploding recorded-message machines.

"It's a subpoena." Jack said. "I sent them to you because--,"

The screen split once more, sending Chase Young and Pandabubba to the left- and right-top corners respectively. The entire bottom half was taken up by an oddly-stretched Katnappe.

"Hey, freak-boy, are you mentally challenged?" She demanded.

"A little." Jack admitted.

"This stupid machine just blew up my living room. My teddy-bears…I mean, thieves tools went up in flames!" Katnappe continued angrily.

"Could you hold off on that? I'm getting another line." Jack pressed a button on his dashboard, splitting the screen into four parts, with Katnappe moving to the left-bottom corner to make room for the Russian vendor, Vlad.

"First you destroy my family wagon! Then you waste my time with your buffoon games! Then you try to kill me!" Vlad roared.

"No, no, no!" Jack whined as yet another screen opened up in the middle of the four-way conversation. Tubbimura was sitting in it, eating Doritos with one hand while hurling shuriken at an out-of-view adversary with the other.

"You have broken seventeen months of heavy concealment and ninja-style action." Tubbimura bellowed. "Now I shall never be able to destroy my enemy, Sarutobi Sasuke!"

"I warn you, Spicer." Chase said. "Continue to waste my time and I will crush you like the insect that you are."

"Yes, but--," Jack began.

"I am a very powerful and dangerous man, Spicer." Pandabubba threatened. "You do not wish to get on my bad side."

"Yes, but--,"

"You can kiss your evil career good-bye, Spicer!" Katnappe sneered. "I'm going to have you blacklisted from every super-villain convention in the world."

"Yes, but--,"

"I shall ask my Babushka to put a deadly curse on you, Spicer!" Vlad piped up, cracking his knuckles.

"Yes, but--,"

"The Corpulent-Ones-Stalking-In-The-Night ninja clan shall make the shadows your greatest enemy, Spicer!" Tubbimura declared. "Be afraid!"

"Be SILENT!" boomed a high, howling, unnatural voice. All voices died down as everyone turned to look at Jack Spicer. Jack looked up as well, only to see Wuya hovering over him, sparks jumping from her eyes. "Go ahead and talk." She said, almost kindly.

Jack cleared his throat and began to prance back and forth in front of the stunned villains. "What I was trying to say was that I've captured Kimiko and Raimundo and I'm going to prosecute the Xiaolin dragons for all those times they beat all of us up. I'm inviting you guys as character witnesses and/or jury members to come to the trial tomorrow.

"Intriguing proposition." Pandabubba said, keeping his eyes locked on Wuya. "I will go."

"Eh, I might show up." Katnappe responded, sounding noncommittal.

"You owe me a new wagon." Vlad said.

"I will attend…for a price." Tubbimura added.

Chase Young's response was simply disappearing from his part of the screen, giving Pandabubba enough room to stretch.

"Great! I'll send another message to the Xiaolin losers." Jack said. "This will be my greatest evil plan ever!"


Back at the temple, Omi and Clay had just discovered that they now had three missing persons to deal with.

"I cannot believe that Raimundo would go after Jack Spicer, especially before we came up with a plan!" Omi said.

"I can't believe that you can't believe that Raimundo would go after Jack Spicer before we came up with a plan." Clay replied, rubbing his chin. "I mean, that's like Raimundology 101 right there. I'm just surprised that Kimiko would go along without telling us."

"Outcoming!" Omi shouted, looking up at the night sky. Clay blinked slowly at that.

"Wha—oh, you mean incoming." Clay said, finally understanding what he was saying. "It's another one of those stupid messages."

Jack's message turned out to be really short this time. "I have your friends," He said, gesturing towards three cages in the background. "You want to see them again, you'll come to the enclosed address for the trial of the century!"