Jackie Chan Adventures -europe- -enfrdeesitnlpt... -

"That," Jackie said, rubbing his sore shoulder, "was worse than fighting a demon."

"Jackie! The Enforcers are getting closer!" Tohru yelled.

Jackie put up his fists. "Bad day, bad day!"

Uncle had warned them. "The Scroll of Babel is not a toy, Jackie. One wrong incantation, and poof! You will be ordering croissants but receiving a goat!" But Jackie, chasing a Dark Chi Warrior, had no choice. He grabbed the scroll. The resulting spell didn't summon a demon. It did something worse. It scrambled the very power of language across Europe. Jackie Chan Adventures -Europe- -EnFrDeEsItNlPt...

Back in Section 13, Uncle was furious.

But the talisman split it. His voice echoed across the continent:

The Babel Talisman

Uncle nodded sagely. "One more thing, Jackie."

Jackie ducked into a bicycle tunnel. He bumped into a kind old lady. "Sorry, ma'am," he said. The old lady smiled and replied in Dutch, "Geen probleem, jongen." Jackie heard it as English: "No problem, son." But then he tried to ask for directions. "Where is the train station?" The old lady heard it as Polish and handed him a tulip bulb in confusion.

Jackie hopped onto a Vespa. A policeman tried to stop him. "Ferma! Sei in arresto!" Jackie heard the words as perfect Portuguese: "Stop! You are under arrest!" He apologized in Cantonese, which the policeman heard as flawless Swedish. "That," Jackie said, rubbing his sore shoulder, "was

Uncle stood on a fountain in the center of Paris. He took a deep breath.

Jackie Chan dodged a jet of green fire. Tohru, armed with a plunger (the only weapon at hand), stood back-to-back with him.