It would seem, to the outside observer, that it is a day without anything to lend it particular significance - but, curiously, in basements and attics, in kitchens and closets, something a little bit peculiar is going on
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"Screwdriver, hammer, soldering iron... where's my socket wrench?!"
Jack sighed. His workshop was a mess. Much worse than usual, and now he couldn't find anything. He'd have to build a robot that could track his tools or something, because this was getting ridiculous. How was an evil boy genius supposed to build his robot army if he couldn't even tighten a few bolts?! He rummaged through a pile of broken parts, tossing things haphazardly about until a flash of orange yarn caught his eye. There! Underneath a rusted piece of a chestplate. Was that... a doll?
Jack pulled it out and laid it on the work table. It looked eerily like him. The coat, the goggles, the hair, even the helipack! Whoever had made it obviously knew him pretty well. But why a doll? This had to be a prank. Wuya or Megan or those Xiaolin losers were making fun of him. They were probably taking pictures right now: Jack Spicer playing with a dollie. If something like that got out, he wouldn't be able to show his face around the evil circles for months
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"Stay here? I can't take them with me?" He knew there had to be a catch! What good was all this stuff if he couldn't use it anywhere? Well, he could still take over the world from a new base, if it came down to it.
"I'll think about it, okay? I've still got to keep those Xiaolin dorks in line, after all, and Wuya will get mad if I'm gone too long."
"No, you can't," she said, trying her best to sound apologetic. "But I can certainly give you time to think things over. Mind you, there are other people here that may want to help you take over the world, dear."
"Other people here? Really?" He hadn't seen any signs of other people, but the idea was definitely enticing. His own evil dream team!
"Well, I think I can definitely hang out here until they turn up. Wuya can always find someone else to do her dirty work." And his parents probably wouldn't notice anyway, so there wasn't really a reason to stay home.
Jack sighed. His workshop was a mess. Much worse than usual, and now he couldn't find anything. He'd have to build a robot that could track his tools or something, because this was getting ridiculous. How was an evil boy genius supposed to build his robot army if he couldn't even tighten a few bolts?! He rummaged through a pile of broken parts, tossing things haphazardly about until a flash of orange yarn caught his eye. There! Underneath a rusted piece of a chestplate. Was that... a doll?
Jack pulled it out and laid it on the work table. It looked eerily like him. The coat, the goggles, the hair, even the helipack! Whoever had made it obviously knew him pretty well. But why a doll? This had to be a prank. Wuya or Megan or those Xiaolin losers were making fun of him. They were probably taking pictures right now: Jack Spicer playing with a dollie. If something like that got out, he wouldn't be able to show his face around the evil circles for months ( ... )
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"I'll think about it, okay? I've still got to keep those Xiaolin dorks in line, after all, and Wuya will get mad if I'm gone too long."
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"Well, I think I can definitely hang out here until they turn up. Wuya can always find someone else to do her dirty work." And his parents probably wouldn't notice anyway, so there wasn't really a reason to stay home.
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