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"Know the plan?" Clay asked as they prepared for the trial that morning.

"Yes, of course, friend Clay." Omi replied. He pulled the blankets off of his bed to reveal an official-looking briefcase filled with Shen Gong Wu. "You will take the Shroud of Shadows and the Reversing Mirror and attempt to rescue our friends." He pulled out the Shroud and the Mirror and handed it over to Clay. "I will hide the other Shen Gong Wu and then go over to the trial to provide you with cover. Should be a slice of cake!"

He locked the briefcase of Wu and held it in his right hand to free his left hand for using his own Wu. "Mokkou Feather!" He said, holding up the magic feather. There was a great flash of light and a vortex slowly began to form over his head. Omi stuck the feather between his teeth and hurled the briefcase inside, causing the vortex to collapse and disappear with all of the Wu still inside.

"What did you do?" Clay asked.

"The Mokkou Feather's power allows the user to transport anything into another world, made entirely out of pagodas and the essence of tranquility." Omi explained.

"That's…that's what I thought." Clay said. "Anyway, pardner, good luck."


Jack Spicer used the magic of money to raise an gigantic courthouse next to his mansion, complete with a court justice and a bailiff. He had sent invitations to all of his evil buddies, and most of them had showed up. Not to be outdone, Omi had asked Master Fung to let some of the elder monks go, just for moral support. Master Fung had done them one better, and provided them all with some fancy dress clothes for their day in court.

"Where's your hick friend, Opie?" Jack asked as Omi was standing in front of the courthouse. Omi turned around only to see Jack Spicer reclining in a wheelchair, looking like he had just gone toe-to-toe with Godzilla. He had two black eyes, half of his hair had been shaved off, and he was wearing a huge fluffy pink neck-brace. He was being doted on by his Lawyer-bots, who kept chattering in unison as they pushed his wheelchair around.

"I am sorry to see that you are injured, Jack Spicer." Omi said politely, finding it somewhat difficult to actually feel bad about seeing it.

Jack gave a violent hacking cough and almost fell out of his chair. "Yeah, you'd—you'd better be sorry. 'Cause you made me like this."

"What?" Omi demanded. "This is a lie! The last time I saw you, you were hale and healthy!"

The evil boy genius shrugged. "Whatever, Opie."

"Omi!" Omi snapped.

"Ollie. It doesn't really matter who did it." Jack coughed again. "I'm still hurt and it's all your fault."

While Omi was sputtering with indignation, Jack signaled for his Lawyer-bots to push him into the courthouse.

When Jack entered the courtyard, Clay's head appeared in midair. "I'm ready, Omi. Just try and keep 'em distracted until I give you the signal."

"What's the signal?" Omi asked.

"The Dragon X-Kumei!" Clay replied, and his head disappeared once again, rendered invisible by the Shroud of Shadows.

Omi shrugged his shoulders. He didn't understand how that was supposed to be a signal, but he trusted his friend Clay and thought that he would know what to do when the time was right. And if not, well, Omi knew that he had more than enough skills to handle anything that came their way, no matter how difficult or treacherous.

He walked into the courthouse with the elder monks, taking their seats on the left hand of the building. On the right side were Jack Spicer, Wuya, and his three Lawyer-bots, as well as some of his old 'friends', Katnappe, Tubbimura, Vlad, and the Hong Kong crime boss Pandabubba. In front next to the judge's podium was a jury comprised of two Shaolin monks, two knitting old ladies, one Jack-bot, a surfer, four dentists, and two identical twins wearing matching business suits.

"All rise!" The bailiff said.

Everyone rose to their feet.

"No, wait. My bad. You can sit down." The bailiff said sheepishly. He turned his back on everyone as they got back to their feet and began rapping his baton on the judge's podium.

Finally, the judge arrived. He was an old round man who was dressed like a cowboy. He arrived at the podium and used a six-shooter like a gavel, pounding on his podium with its butt.

"All rise!" The bailiff said again. "For the honorable Judge Phantly Roy Bean is…um…presiding. Was that right?"

"Eh, it was a good enough try for a bailiff at the good ol' Jersey Lilly Langtry" Judge Roy Bean replied. "Now, I'm bein' told that that round-boy there--," He pointed at Omi. "—was responsible for viciously pummelin' that red-headed stepchild over yonder." He pointed at Jack, who scowled.

"I am not a stepchild!" Jack whined.

"You're not even a real red-head." Wuya said, looking down on Jack's head.

"You're not?" Omi asked quizzically.

"Enough!" Judge Roy Bean snapped. "Anyway, first I'd like to hear Albino-Child's openin' statement."

Jack cleared his throat. Lawyer-Bot 1.0 came forward.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury…" The Lawyer-bot glanced at the jury box. "We are here today to put away an evil psychopath!"

"I am not--," Omi began hotly.

"Shaddup!" The Lawyer-bot snapped. "We are here today to put away an evil so-and-so for his wanton and completely unprovoked attacks on my client – the darling good boy genius Jack Spicer!"

Jack Spicer gave the jury a feeble grin.

"During this trial, 2.0, 3.0, and I will prove that this Amy--,"

"Omi." Omi muttered.

"—Ali, deserves to be put away forever. Oh, and he has to give up all of his Shen Gong Wu as well." The Lawyer-bot bowed and floated back over to Jack Spicer's side.

Judge Roy Bean aimlessly shuffled some papers on his desk. "Fine opening statement, robottorney." He drawled. "Your turn, Amy."

Omi gulped. Public speaking wasn't something he was good at. But he had to keep this trial going as long as possible to give Clay enough time to sneak into Spicer's mansion and rescue his friends. Putting aside all of his fears, he got up and walked over to the jury box, desperately thinking of what he was going to say.


A/N: I still don't own Xiaolin Showdown, and I also don't own Judge Roy Bean. However, you can read about him here:

http/en.