Ratso, Finn, and Chow slid down a pipe, grinning.
"Google? Bah! Electronic garbage!" Uncle scoffed.
But Jackie wasn't listening. He was staring at the ancient medallion he'd just snatched from a pedestal. It glowed with the symbol of a shattered tower. "The Talisman of Babel," he whispered. "It splits the sound from the meaning ." Jackie Chan Adventures -Europe- -EnFrDeEsItNlPt...
Jackie Chan dodged a jet of green fire. Tohru, armed with a plunger (the only weapon at hand), stood back-to-back with him.
The Babel Talisman
Jackie returned the Babel Talisman to Uncle's shop in San Francisco. He set it on the counter next to a box of "Learn French in 30 Days" tapes.
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. Ratso, Finn, and Chow slid down a pipe, grinning
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.