The long awaited sequel to Game Night is here. More happy happy fun time with everybody's favorite boy genius. :) I'll confess, it was hard to write this. It's hard to abuse Jack while he goes out for ice cream. I originally set out to write what happened when they played monopoly, but realized that I had no idea what was supposed to happen, so you've got a bunch of vague hints at what happened, but what exactly it was is up to your own interpretation. I'm too lazy to do it for you. (insert deadly serious smiley here) Thanks to everybody who reviewed Game Night. These fics were oodles of fun to write! Definately a welcome change from the serious nonsense I've been working on for Dragon Heart and that songfic bit. :)

Disclaimer: I'm watching CSI while I write this, and while I don't see the pig, I know it's there. I don't own anything.

Ice Cream

This was yet another low point in the life of Jack Spicer, Evil Boy Genius. Just one week away from the infamous "Park Place Debacle" and he'd already gotten himself back into deep shit. Not that he had gotten out of deep shit in the first place, but he was working hard at potentially putting himself in a position where he could maybe maneuver himself to the point where there was a possibility of getting slightly out of said deep shit.

And now that chance had gone out the window with this wonderful trip. A new Wu had gone active and he'd gone to retrieve it. First off, he'd had to drive Wuya and Chase there. This wouldn't have been so bad normally, but the sorcerer was a bit miffed about his game pieced induced haircut. If miffed was defined as murderous rage not normally associated with the normally disturbingly calm immortal. Wuya hated the batbot anyway and was especially furious with him because the "Park Place Debacle" gave Ashley the perfect opportunity to steal the Golden Tiger Claws, which was the reason why he was driving them in the first place.

Then at the showdown Vlad had kicked his ass for breaking up him and Ashley. So both he and the Xiaolin Losers had lost one of the most useless Wu ever to a crazy Russian. If Vlad ever needed to repair an exactly two cubic centimeter hole in the toe of a slipper, he was all set. After that, the cue ball decided that it was time for him to make good on his promise to buy them Mondays. And there was no convincing Omi that now might not be the best time for Mondays.

And that was why he was currently standing in line at an ice cream place in his town after spending an hour dealing with Chase, the old hag, Omi, and the rest of the Xiaolin Losers in his poor batbot. The cashier gave him a distainful look as he slowly walked up to the counter. They were obviously displeased by the people he brought with him.

"Awkward family reunion," he said by way of explanation for the slew of strange people. Probably not the best explanation seeing as only Wuya really even sort of looked like she could be related to him. And he mildly resented the notion that all red-heads were related.

"I am Omi, great Xiaolin Dragon of the Water. I am on a quest for a Monday," the cheese ball said, bounding up to the counter. The girl behind the counter gave him a "you've got to be kidding me" type look. Jack gave her a hushed, hasty explanation about a socially awkward cousin from China and she was more or less satisfied.

So, after Omi bounced off to a table, ice cream in hand, the rest of the group ordered. Chase and Wuya were initially against this whole thing, but were now seated at a back table, a bowl of organic, soy, green tea ice cream and a crossword between them. Clay ordered one of those flavors that seemed to be on the menu specifically to make people go "Why the hell would someone ever order that?" Much to Kimiko's displeasure (and the near melting of raspberry sorbet), Raimundo charmed an extra scoop of mint chocolate chip out of their server. And of course they'd had to get something ridiculously chocolaty for their "pet gecko."

"You guys still have that honey-ginger flavor?" His favorite even above banana, but they didn't always have it and you had to really be willing to ask.

"No sorry, everybody just loves that flavor don't they?" she said. "Can I get you something else?"

"Banana?" he said.

"I'm so sorry, we just ran out," she said, a cheery smile still plastered on her face. This was what he got for coming late in the day.

"How about purple cow?" It was good enough.

"Today's just not your day is it?"

"You have no idea," he said, remembering how Le Mime showed up for the first time in three years to communicate his displeasure in not being invited to game night the day they played charades. "Do you have mocha chip?"

"Yep. Coming right up," she said. She returned shortly with the ice cream and he paid up for the group. He was going to need an advance on his allowance. Or get a real job.

So, he went and sat with the Xiaolin Losers –just because they were enemies it didn't mean they couldn't get along-, chatted, joked around, and shared mutual complaints about Monopoly. Apparently Raimundo cheated, Omi actually tried to know the rules, Clay knew how it was going to end so he refused to start, and Kimiko was absolutely ruthless. How his favorite game could cause such misery was beyond him.

Omi had started a "who can balance a spoon on their nose for the longest" contest, drawing eye rolls from Kimiko and a "Those goddamn rotten teenagers!" glare from the cashier. Just as he was about to totally on purpose let the spoon slide from his nose, a familiar noise made him jump, almost literally, out of his steel toed boots.

"Jack!" an overly loud voice screamed in his ear. "You were supposed to play tea party with me!" He'd forgotten about that, but how the hell Megan found him was another matter entirely. She was theoretically stuck at home being babysat by the Jackbots.

"Well…you see…erm…there was…meteor…unicorns…and…yogurt…forty-two…" he was basically spewing out gibberish to keep himself from being chewed out as only an eight year old could.

"What Jack means to say is that we adolescent-slept him in a most dishonorable manner," Omi said. He shot the cheese ball a grateful look. He'd just saved him a lot of thinking.

"Kidnapped," Raimundo said, looking beyond frustrated with the younger boy's vocabulary.

"No. You see Raimundo, Jack is not a child, so we cannot call him a kid," Omi explained. The ensuing argument between the stubborn Dragons drew a rather irate stare from the server. Of the "If they get any louder I'm going to kick them out" variety. He took that as his cue to leave.

"Alright Megan, I'm going to make my escape now. Then we will play tea party all day," he said, standing up and making a beeline for the door only to be stopped by Chase.

"Keys," he said, holding out an expectant hand. Crap. He was supposed to give them a ride home. He respected Chase and revered his evil hero above all else, but he drew the line at his car.

"This is a bit awkward, but I kinda sorta can't drive you guys home today," he said, fiddling with his goggles. "And erm…the ignition requires fingerprint recognition to start."

"Fine then. We will accompany you until you can bring us back to my citadel," he said, his tone was perfectly calm and rational, almost friendly, but Jack could tell there was no arguing.

"Yay! More guests for tea!" Megan said, bouncing up and down and clapping her hands as the four of them left the shop. "But you need to ditch your ugly clothes. I think Aunty Susan has a pink dress that would go great with your eyes."

Chase cringed, Wuya snickered, Jack gulped, but none of them argued. It would have been futile. She would have kicked their asses. A tea party with Chase in a dress that even his mom wouldn't be caught dead in –Jack knew which dress she was talking about, she always made one of the Jackbots wear the frilly thing- could not be a good thing.

Poor boy. Poor, poor boy. I honestly ran out of ideas in the end. If anyone wants to write up what happened on that one last game night or what happens at the tea party, be my guest, but I'm more or less done with it. I'm happy the way it turned out and as much as I enjoyed it, I'm going to admit that I'm done. Leave me a review please. There will be honey-ginger ice cream if you do. (best flavor in the world BTW)

PS. You've still got about a month for my Crack contest, so if you're interested check it out!