(a/n) at last, I've finally finished something I've been wanting to do for quite a while now. I present to you, Xiaolin Show-off! the hylarious parody of the first episode of Xiaolin Showdown. now, I'll just throw in a quick disclaimer and you guys can start reading.

disclaimer: I don't own Xiaolin Showdown or anything mentioned in the jokes.

Xiaolin Show-off

It was a typically peaceful day at the Xiaolin Temple. The sun was shining; birds were sitting in their trees, happily singing and chirping away; squirrels were prancing around the garden; and monkeys were hanging from the trees flinging their own crap at each other. Yes, everything was nice and (relatively) quiet. Inside the temple a small, serpent like lizard was curled up in a basket taking a nap. This was Dojo, one of the worlds last living Dragons. And this was Dojo’s daily routine: sleeping and eating day in and day out. “Oh yeaaaaaahh…” Dojo mumbled through his snoring, “Please, only three at a time, ladies.”

As Dojo quietly snoozed away the day, an old man walked into the room. This wasn’t any typical old man, however. This skinny elder monk baggy blue-jean pants; a purple sports jersey with a number thirteen on it; a backwards baseball cap; sunglasses; and two golden chains around his neck. He also had a gray mustache and goatee. This was Rap Master Fung, the Temples MTV watching, constantly rapping grand master.

“Yo, Yo, Dojo my homie G!” Rap Master Fung shouted, causing the dragon to leap out of his basket and cling to the ceiling like a scared cat. “Iz time to be wakin’ up, yo! The TV cameras are here and the Heylin bitch Wuya just got released from the old rubix cube thingy… heheh.”

“Again?” Dojo asked. “God, we really need to put a lock on that thing... so what do you want me to do about it?”

“Dojo, dawg, you need to, like, cruise on down to the world beyond the walls and gather the most kickass gangsta’s of this centry, yo. We need a team of Xiaolin-freakin’-Dragons to, like, save the world and all that shiznit.”

“Or we could just shoot her in the head and get this over with for once.” Dojo suggested.

“DON’T MAKE ME GO UPSIDE YO HEAD, YO!”

“All right, all right! So what countries am I going to this time?”

“That, my short and scaly home boy, can only be decided by…” Rap Master Fung then reached off screen and pulled over a completely different room, colorfully decorated and complete with a podium and what looked like a prize wheel. “THE WHEEL OF RANDOM COUNTRIES! Now you know the rules, yo: I spin the wheel and you throw four darts. Whatever four countries those darts hit you fly there and pick up the best martial artists in that country to save the world from ten thousand years of darkness!”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, just spin the wheel.” Dojo said, rolling his eyes. With that, Rap Master Fung grabbed the wheel and gave it a good spin. Dojo then wrapped a blind fold around his head and grabbed four darts. He carefully took aim (even though he couldn’t see) waiting for what he hoped was the perfect moment to throw.

“TODAY, DOJO, TODAY!” Rap Master Fung shouted. Dojo, startled by Fung’s sudden outburst, suddenly threw all four darts with all his might. Three of those all hit the wheel while it was still spinning, one landing on Brazil, another on the USA, and the last on Japan. The fourth and final dart, however, went flying past the wheel and out the door.

“YOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!” Into the room walked Omi, the only person within the temple walls under the age of fifty, with a dart stuck in the middle of his forehead. “Thanks al lot, Dojo.” Omi complained. “That’s the ninth time you’ve hit me in the head with a dart!”

“Yeah,” Dojo agreed, “And ironically all of the scars form a perfect square pattern… kind of creepy.”

“Creepy indeed… yo.” Rap Master Fung agreed.

“What now?” Dojo asked. “Is Omi one of the chosen ones or something?”

“We can not question the dart!” Rap Master Fung said. “The dart knows all!”

“That’s it, I’m cutting off your stash.” Dojo grumbled. “Now c’mon, Omi. We’ve gotta go somewhere real quick.”

LATER

“Dojo… what the hell is this?… yo.” Rap Master Fung asked as he glared at the dragon on his shoulder with a disappointed look. Standing a few feet away were the so called “Martial Arts Masters” that Dojo had picked up from around the world to save said world. First was, obviously, Omi, the midget with nine little dots on his forehead from various darts to the forehead. Next to him stood Raimundo Pedrosa, a stereo type Brazilian teenager who surfed, listened to hip-hop and rap music, and was apparently a babe magnet. Next to him, all the way from across the Sea of Japan, was Kimiko Tohomiko, the Japanese stereo type who knew about all the latest technology, owned all the latest technology, and also the female stereo type with a bad temper. And next to her was the biggest stereo type of all… (drum roll)… Clay Bailey, the dredded American cowboy from Texas.

“These are the guys you asked me to get to save the world from Wuya.” Dojo explained.

“Dojo, I asked for some freakin’ martial arts master… not teenagers with attitude! God, we’re not making a team of freakin’ power ranger here, yo!”

“Hey, have you seen the world today?” Dojo snapped. “These are the martial arts masters!”

“Bull!” Rap Master Fung shouted. He then reached up and pulled down a white screen from seemingly nowhere. “What about Master Monk Guan,” A picture of the famous monk suddenly appeared on the white screen, like it was part of a slide show or something. “… Jackie Chan, Jet Lee, or Bruce Lee?” one by one, the pictures of those mentioned appeared on the screen.

“Bruce Lee is dead.” Dojo said nonchalantly.

“Shit.” A big, red “X” suddenly appeared over Bruce Lee’s picture.

“Besides, do you know how much it would cost to get those guys?” Dojo demanded. “A lot! That’s how much. You’re lucky I got these guys… by the by, you’re out a couple thousand.”

“Fine, whatev’s… so, let’s get this straight.” Fung said, turning to his new students. “Ya’ll’ve been picked to, like, save the world from ten thousand years of darkness and all that shiznit. You need to go cruisin’ ‘round the world collecting Shen Gong Wu and stuff so that the Heylin Bitch Wuya doesn’t get her ever so sexy claws on them. Ya’ll down with that, yo?” (crickets chirping in the background). “Great!... I’m leaving the world In the hands of cardboard cutouts…”

“How’d you know?” Dojo demanded (more crickets).

“They’re flat, not moving, and one has a price sticker on its eye… So where are the real ones?”

“Yo, creepy old man, we’re over here an’ stuff.” Rap Master Fung looked over his shoulder to find the real versions of the cardboard cutouts standing in the temple doorway. The one who had spoken was Raimundo. “I gotta say though, for a creepy old man you look pimpin’!”

“Right back at’cha, G.” Fung said. “Now why don’ yo all go save the world and shiznit… I need a nap, yo. Seriously, so far this entire story has been wrapped around my MTV style jokes.”

SOMEWHERE ELSE

“Note to self,” Jack Spicer mumbled to himself, “yell at mom and dad for sending me that stupid Rubix Cube thing…” Earlier that day the boy genius, mechanical prodigy, self proclaimed ladies man, whatever you want to call him, had received a package from his parents who were vacationing in China. Inside the package was what looked like an ancient Chinese Rubix Cube, which was weird because the Rubix Cube wasn’t invented until the 1950’s in America. As mixed up as the colors were Jack easily fixed the cube and tossed it over his shoulder to get back to work on his robots. Little did Jack know that by finishing the cube he had unleashed a force of evil that was over fifteen hundred years old… the heylin bitch Wuya: a purple ghost wearing a creepy mask! She seemed cool at first, offering him world dominance along side her if he collected certain historical artifacts for her since her intangible body prevented her from doing so herself. Jack agreed to her terms, completely oblivious to what he was about to unleash. And what he just unleashed was…

The single most annoying person in history.

As soon as Jack has signed the verbal contract between them Wuya started zooming around the room looking at all the junk on the shelves, asking what everything was and just talking nonstop. Suddenly Jack found himself asking himself what he had done to deserve this.

“OOOOOOOOOO! What does this button do?” Wuya asked after finding a shiny red button on an unfinished robot. She then extended one arm to press said button only to watch her hand faze through it. “Damn these intangible hands of mine.”

“Are you sure you were in that cube for fifteen hundred years?” Jack suddenly asked.

“Yes, why?”

“Because you just made a ‘Dexter’s Lab’ joke with that whole button skit.” Jack explained.

If she could Wuya would’ve been sweating right there. She began glancing around the room trying to think of an explanation. Nothing came to mind. “Um… did I mention that a Shen Gong Wu just revealed itself?”

“A what now?”

“A monkey doing the tango outside your front door… WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU INCOMPETENT, HOLLOW SKULLED, SACK OF CRAP? The things I asked you to retrieve for me! They’er called Shen Gong Wu! Now which one is it?... Oh! It’s the Middle Finger Flip Coin! With it you will be able to jump around with amazing agility!”

“And it’s called the Middle Finger Flip Coin why?” Jack asked.

“It has a carving of a hand extending its middle finger on both sides.” Wuya explained.

“Wow…” Jack grumbled, “That is the worst joke this parody has had so far.”

“Who cares?” Wuya said. “Now on to the next scene!”

SOMEWHERE ELSE

Dojo flew silently over the Pacific ocean with Omi, Raimundo, Kimiko and Clay riding on his back. Amazingly, no one on the islands below was screaming like an idiot about the real dragon in the sky. Rap Master Fung had sent them San Francisco to retrieve the Middle Finger Flip Coin (Rai started laughing hysterically and rolling on the floor when he heard the name).

For seemingly no reason, Dojo suddenly reached up and off screen and then pulled down a micro phone and speakers suddenly appeared out of the back of his head. “Good afternoon everybody. This is your pilot, Dojo, speaking. We’re looking at about a two hour flight, some mild turbulence, and for our in flight movie we have… High School Musical 2? Oh god, why don’t they just show us a picture of crap for two and a half hours counting commercials.”

“I have a better idea.” Kimiko said. “Why don’t you explain the whole story behind these Shen Gong Wu.” She suggested.

“Yes! Anything but that crappy movie!” Omi agreed.

“What-ev’.” Rai yawned.

“Yeeha!” Clay shouted. Everyone suddenly turned to the Texan sitting in the back in complete confusion.

“Could you repeat that?” Kim asked.

“Yeeha.” Clay repeated.

Rai and Omi looked at each other with suspicious looks on their faces. They then turned back to clay and proceeded to bombard him with a series of questions. “What’s the capital of Texas?” “How many planets are in the solar system?” “What’s your middle name?” “What is the biggest country on earth?” “Is that all you can say?” And Clay answered all of these and more with the exact same two syllables: “Yeeha.”

“Oh… this is gunna be fun.” Rai joked.

“Anyway…” Kim continued, “Back to the Shen Gong Wu.”

“Right… It all started about fifteen hundred years ago.” Dojo said. “Ya see, there was this friend of mine named Grand Master Dumbshit… my brother from another species. He created every Shen Gong Wu known to man (along with several known to monkeys). Then there was this witch/bitch named Wuya (the producers of the show don’t want you to know, but she and Dumbshit were actually involved with each other). Wuya found out about the Shen Gong Wu, and then stole a bunch, planning to use them to take over the world. She and Dumbshit fought, Dumbshit won and then he hid all of them in random places around the world. That’s pretty much it.”

“So… how many Shen Gong Wu are there?” Rai asked.

“Thirty-six million, five hundred forty-two thousand, nine hundred eighty-one… give or take a few.” Dojo said. The jaws of all four passengers on his back suddenly dropped and their eyes shrank to the size of peas.

“Hold on!” Kim said, irritated. “I only signed on for three seasons! This is a violation of my contract!”

“Dang,” Rai whispered to Clay, snickering, “If Omi would’ve said that I could’ve easily worked a ‘your mother’ joke in there.”

“Yeeha!” Clay laughed in agreement.

“Oh, look at that,” Dojo broke in, “We’ve arrived in San Francisco… and amazingly no one on the ground is screaming about a real dragon flying through the sky… ain’t cartoon physics great?”

Dojo dove down into the city, landing discreetly in a dark ally behind a dumpster, Omi accidentally falling into said dumpster. Dojo then shrank down to snake size and landed on Clay’s hat. “Mind if I sit up here?” he asked.

“Yeeha.” Clay said, nodding.

“So, how exactly do we find this Middle Finger Flip coin anyway?” Kim asked.

“Dojo has a sixth sense which allows him to track down active Shen Gong Wu.” Omi explained after climbing out of the dumpster and throwing a rotten banana peal off of his head.

“Whatever.” Rai said. “I’ll be right back. I’m gunna use this cool red and gold quarter I found on the vending machine over there.” With that, Rai walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

“Did he just say a red and gold quarter?” Dojo asked.

“Yep.” Kim said.

The dragon suddenly went crazy and tried to fly after the Brazilian, omly to be stopped after Clay grabbed him by the tail. “Did anyone get a good look at it?” Dojo demanded. “Did it have a carving of a hand extending its middle finger on it?” Omi nodded. “QUICK!!! Somebody get him before he gets spends it! That’s the Middle Finger Flip Coin!”

“Tell us something we didn’t figure out.” Kim grumbled.

“Hey Guys, small problem.” Rai said after appearing out of nowhere with the red and gold coin still in hand.

Dojo sighed in relief, wiping the sweat from his brow. “There’s no problem so long as you still have that coin, kid.”

“You mean other than the crazy guy with spiky red hair and a small army of floating robots that just chased me around this damn city trying to get this stupid thing, right?”

“Correct… wait, what?”

The next thing they knew, the entire team was surrounded by floating robots and an emo-looking guy with spiky red hair was descending down towards them with a helicopter-like backpack. “Greetings, people of San Francisco!” he called to the team. “I am Jack Spicer and I come here with every intention of kicking your asses until, and possibly after, you had over that coin! I’m still working on my evil laugh right now, so I’ll skip that.”

Suddenly, a small purple ghost wearing a mask came flying through the wall surrounding the ally. “Nice entrance, Jack. But it would’ve been better with the evil laugh.”

“MUHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! That good, Wuya?”

“Peachy.” Wuya said sarcastically.

“What do you say we skip the pointless argument and head straight into the ass kicking?” Omi suggested.

“I’m game.” Rai agreed.

“Sure.” Kim agreed.

“Yeeha.” Guess who.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Jack snickered. “Jack-bots attack!”

A few of the robots suddenly charged, the others remaining behind to pull mass amounts of guns out of cavities in their bodies. Omi was the first to move, jumping out of the way of oncoming robots and letting two of them slam into each other, exploding on contact. Omi the jumped over to the shooting robots, easily dodging each shot that was fired… mostly. At one point or another Omi too a hit to the forehead and he fell to the ground screaming like a little girl. “Oh! I’ve been hit!” and then it dawned on him. “Wait a minute…” he pulled the projectile out of his forehead (which amazingly landed in one of the dots on his head) and stuck it in his mouth. “Hey! They’re shooting peanuts at us!”

“I’m not old enough to legally buy ammo, so sew me!” Jack pointed out.

Meanwhile Kim was taking out robot after robot, kicking and punching them all once, hitting them all in the face, and then moving onto the next. She swore that this was almost too easy. No! She mentally shouted. Don’t jinx it! Too late. Out of nowhere a robot that somewhat resembled a steamroller appeared and started rolling towards her. Kim started glancing around, trying to find something to buy her some time. Unfortunately, the only thing she could find was the banana peal that was on Omi’s head earlier and what was she going to do with that? Better safe than sorry! Against her better judgment Kim picked up the peal and threw it into the steamroller robots path. To her amazement, the robot actually slipped, flew into the sky and disappeared into the clouds. “That was… completely cliché…” Kim said in hew shock.

Clay just stood there looking annoyed as robots randomly crashed into him, not bothering him at all. They just kept coming and coming out of nowhere, pointlessly slamming into him and breaking apart on contact. Eventually Clay got bored and decided to have some fun. He grabbed onto one of the oncoming robots, swung himself onto its back and started riding it around like a rampaging bronco back in Texas. Then he decided to play a little pedestrian polo and stretched out his arm, knocking his fist into every oncoming robot he found. “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

With everyone else fighting the robots that just left Rai, who still had the Middle Finger Flip Coin (ironic), to fight Jack. This is going to be too easy! Jack mentally chuckled. “Hey, look over there!” he suddenly shouted pointing in some random direction. “Hot girl on girl pornography!” Like an idiot, Rai turned to the direction that Jack was pointing with gawking eyes and drool pouring out of the side of his mouth. Jack started laughing hysterically and grabbed the Shen Gong Wu from his hand. “That was too easy! Later Xiaolin dumb asses!” with that, Jack, Wuya, and his remaining hoard of robots flew off, heading east.

Rai didn’t need to turn around to know that the others were glaring at him with evil eyes at that moment. “You actually fell for that?” Kim questioned.

“Blame me for being a teenage boy, why don’t you.” Rai snapped.

“Yeah, I do.” Kim snapped back.

“Could we please stop arguing about this before it gets out of hand?” Dojo asked as he jumped off of Clay’s hat and grew to his flying size. “We all know that Ray is a pervert. Now c’mon! We’re headed to Venice Italy to get another Wu!’

SOMEWHERE OVER VENICE

“Could someone please tell me how we lost the Two Ton T-shirt?” Dojo grumbled as he and the monks flew away from yet another failed Shen Gong Wu hunt.

“Gee, let’s see here,” Rai said sarcastically, “It couldn’t have anything to do with Omi falling into one of the canals that Jack was hovering over, now could it?”

“I was focusing on getting the Wu from Jack Spicer!” Omi protested. “How was I supposed to notice the water?”

“Water’s your element you big headed idiot!” Rai snapped.

“My head is nowhere near as big as yours!” Omi shouted.

“Yeah, your mom confirmed that last night.” Rai snickered, high-fiving Clay afterwards.

“You guys need to shut up.” Kim said. “The big picture is that we’re down two to zero here. What’re we gunna tell Rap Master Fung when we get back?” the next thing she knew she felt someone tapping on her shoulder. She turned around to find that it was Clay. “What is it, Clay?” she asked bitterly. Clay lifted his arm up to reveal a plain white T-shirt on a hanger. “I don’t get it. What’s that for?” Clay rolled his eyes and turned the shirt around, revealing the words “Two Ton” written in big black letters on it. Kim chuckled. “Nice try, but I don’t think that Fung will fall for that.”

“No,” Dojo broke in. “That’s actually the real one. The gold thing you and Jack were fighting over was just some old rag.” He explained. Everyone except Clay just gawked at him with their jaws hanging open. “What?” Dojo asked. “Grand Master Dumbshit was lazy the day he made that one… anyway, we got another one, kids! We’re headed for China to find the Eye of Dumbshit!”

“Three in one day?” Omi asked. “I suddenly agree with Kimiko, this is a violation of my contract.”

“Yeah, well, your mother is a violation of my virginity!” Rai laughed, high-fiving Clay again as Dojo flew off towards China.

SOMEWHERE IN CHINA

“There it is!” Kimiko shouted, pointing to a golden ruby encrusted medallion hanging from a tree. “Quick! Get it before Jack Spicer does!” the four of them charged for it as Jack Spicer dove at it from above. Some of Jacks robots flew at them to block their path and managed to restrain Kim, Rai, and Clay. However, Omi, thanks to his small physique, managed to squeeze through and grab the Eye of Dumbshit at the exact same time as Jack.

“Hands off, oh great bald one!” Jack growled. “This thing’s all mine!”

“There is only one way to finish this!” Omi said. “Jack Spicer, I challenge you to a Xiaolin Show-off!”

“Oh, for the love of… is there an instruction manual with this show?” Jack demanded. “I don’t know what a Xiaolin Show-off is! Try using English! God!”

“Um… a contest to decide who gets to keep the Eye of Dumbshit along with the Two Ton T-shirt and the Middle Finger Flip Coin.” Omi explained.

“Except the challenge!” Wuya shouted from above.

“Why?”

“BECAUSE I SAID SO, THAT’S WHY!!!”

“Right… gotcha. All right, I accept, cue ball.”

“Ok, the game is a scavenger hunt!” Omi announced. “The first to find two of the three Wu wins. And as an added bonus, the area will be filled with booby traps to make it more interesting.”

“Ha, you said booby.” Jack chuckled.

“Whatever…” Omi grumbled, “… let’s go, Xiaolin Show-off!”

POOF!!! In a puff of smoke the area around them suddenly changed completely. They found themselves in a small clearing within dense jungle. All around them were strange plants and the sounds of animals and… and for some reason Harrison Ford was hanging by his ankles from a tree. “What the hell! This never happens to Indy!” Harrison complained, unnoticed by Omi, Jack, or the others.

“Ok, so how do we start this thing?” Jack asked, pulling the Eye of Dumbshit a bit closer to him.

“Like this,” Omi then took a deep breath and shouted, “Gong Yi Tanpai!” The Two Ton T-shirt, Middle Finger Flip Coin and the Eye of Dumbshit then simply vanished without a trace. Omi then Jumped into the jungle to search for them.

“Did he just say ‘Go get that pie’?” Jack asked before running into the jungle as well.

Omi landed on a tree branch and started scanning the area for any of the three Shen Gong Wu. Like that was going to work. He couldn’t see a thing through the leaves and branches around him. Straining his eyes, Omi managed to catch a glimpse of white through a patch of leaves. Knowing instinctively that it was the Two Ton T-shirt, he jumped from his perch and landed in the clearing where he’d seen it. Sure enough, there sat the Wu, neatly folded in the middle of the clearing. “Well, that was easy.” Omi said happily as he walked over and picked it up. He unfolded it in order to put it on, but stopped when he noticed something odd. The black letters that normally read, “Two Ton” now said, “You actually fell for it”. The next thing he knew the ground beneath him had collapsed and he was lying at the bottom of a pit. “I should’ve known better.” Omi complained. The monk quickly got back to his feet and jumped out of the pit. His timing couldn’t have been better as Jack came jumping through the clearing, flashing the Middle Finger flip coin to him and he flew over head, and then disappeared on the other side.

“See ya in the winners circle, loser!” Jack shouted as he disappeared.

“Jack already has one!” Omi shouted in shock, “Now what am I gunna do?”

Just as Omi finished his sentence, a strange ghostly figure appeared before him. It quickly took the shape of a young woman with blond hair. “Hello Omi.” She said.

“Who are you?” Omi asked curiously.

“I’m Tara Strong, your voice actor.” She explained.

“WHAT? I’M VOICED BY A GIRL!?” Omi suddenly screamed.

“Do you want my help or not, kid?” Tara asked.

“Fine, whatever.” Omi grumbled.

“Ok, the Shen Gong Wu can be anywhere in this jungle, right?” Omi nodded. “Well, reach into your pocket.”

“I have no pockets.”

“Your sleeve then,” Tara responded in annoyance.

Omi did as she said and reached into his sleeve, pulling out a golden pendent with a large ruby encrusted into its center. “The Eye of Dumbshit?” he asked. Tara nodded. Omi just stood there, staring at it for a moment. “… This is the strangest Star Wars reference I’ve ever seen.”

“Tell me about it.” Tara said before disappearing.

“Ok, let’s see how this baby works!” Omi said smugly. He then extended his arm and pointed it in the direction that Jack had disappeared in. “Eye of Dumbshit!” his words echoed through the trees as lightning shot from the ruby and into the trees. In the distance Jack could be heard making a girly scream as the lightning struck him in the ass. “Nice.” Omi said. “Now, where’s the Two Ton T-shirt?” Omi started walking and, not watching where he was going, accidentally slammed into a tree. He fell onto his back and something white fell out of the tree and landed on his face. Omi sat up and pulled the white thing off of his face, finding it to be the Two Ton T-shirt. “Oh, this is the worst ending to a climax I have ever seen.”

POOF!!! All the scenery changed back to how it was before. Omi and Jack appeared where they’d been standing before, only this time Omi was holding all three Shen Gong Wu in his arms.

“What? No way! I want a rematch!” Jack complained.

“No.” Omi said simply before jumping up and round-house kicking Jack in the face. Jack fell onto his back and grabbed onto his nose, thinking that it might be broken. Jack and Wuya watched in shame, wearing paper bags over their heads, as the four monks and the dragon flew away back to the Xiaolin Temple.

Wuya looked down to Jack who was still lying on his back. “How do you feel, dumb ass?” she asked.

“Good enough… to &#$ your mother!”

XIAOLIN TEMPLE

“Yeah! Party in the house!” Rap Master Fung shouted as Dojo and the monks returned with the Shen Gong Wu. “Yeah! My students kicked some major ass out there, yo! Ya’ll pulled some seriously gangsta moves and stuff to get thems Shen Gong Wu! I’m proud to call ya’ll my hoes!... I mean students.”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it.” Kim said angrily as she walked into the temple passed Fung. “Can we end the episode now? I’m sweating like a pig and I could seriously use a shower.”

“I’ll join you.” Rai joked. Not a wise choice on his part. His little joke resulted in him taking Kims foot to his face, sending him flying off screen.

“Don’t even try it, perv!”

“So, what do we do with the Shen Gong Wu?” Omi asked. Clay started thinking about that question. The thought of himself using the Eye of Dumbshit to blast everyone popped into his head and he nodded as he enjoyed his little fantasy. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long as Rap Master Fung popped his thought bubble with a needle.

“Don’t even think about it, yo.” Fung said.

“Yeeha…” Clay said, rolling his eyes.

“Isn’t it great how this episode ended without anyone learning a life lesson or something cliché like that?” Dojo asked happily.

“At least it didn’t end like the Sopranos,” Kim said, “Ending the episode in mid-“