"We now have three Shen-Gong-Wu!" Omi proclaimed proudly in excitement.

"If it's like this all the time, I reckon retrieving these Shen-Gong-Wu will be a snap." Clay tipped his cowboy hat calmly, smiling.

"Let me see that Eye of Dashi!" Raimundo reached for the Shen-Gong-Wu in Omi's hand.

"No! I want to use it first!" Omi pulled back.

"C'mon, you have the Two Ton Tunic as well!" The Brazilian boy retorted.

"Hey now, y'all. This isn't worth a fight, now." Clay got in between the two.

"What he said! We need to get back to the Temple anyways. You guys can fight about who uses whatever later." Dojo grew in size. "Let's go!"

They rode the dragon back to the Temple with no worries. Their thoughts held no concern for just how easily they had gotten their Shen-Gong-Wu.

Master Fung however, thought differently, his mind not in ease - of course, not that it showed in his face. On the outside, the old monk remained calm, but he was otherwise. "Welcome back, young warriors."

"Master Fung! We have successfully claimed three Shen-Gong-Wu!" Omi's huge smile took up almost his entire face.

"Good work, young ones." He nodded his head in approval.

Almost unable to hold his pride in check, Omi bowed low to his beloved Master. "Thank you, Master."

In seconds, Raimundo had taken the Eye of Dashi out of the oblivious yellow monk's hands and was already in full sprint in the opposite direction. "No, thank you!" Raimundo called to him, laughing mischievously."

After Omi realized just what had happened, the bald boy was after his teammate in an effort to take back the Shen-Gong-Wu. "Wait a minute! Come back here!"

Dojo yawned. "Well, that was productive. I'm gonna go get me some shut eye, now. Later!" The small dragon then left, leaving Master Fung and Clay.

The next words Clay spoke surprised Master Fung. "Sir, is something the matter?"

"What?" Upon seeing Clay's serious face, the old monk sighed, and then after a moment, he nodded. "Indeed there is... The Dragon Warrior of Fire still evades us. You are missing a teammate..."

"So y'all are still looking for him?" The Southern boy asked.

"Yes, we are trying, but today maybe we had almost found the Dragon Warrior, but it seemed as if we were incorrect." Master Fung explained.

"It's okay, sir, I mean you found us, didn't ya?" The blonde boy offered a smile to the older man. "I mean, what's the worst that can happen?"

Master Fung didn't look reassured. "For the Shen-Gong-Wu to reappear now could only mean that trouble is surely brewing..."

"It won't be anything us Dragon Warriors couldn't handle. Don't worry about it!"

Master Fung hesitated. Then sighing, he nodded. "Perhaps..."