From his backpack, Jade pulled out a small device. "I downloaded Google Translate, Uncle."

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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.

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.

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.