Rayman Legends Adventures in Kung Fu Panda/Script

"Legend warns of a legendary warrior, whose kung fu skills were legendary. He roamed the land in search of worthy enemies."
Traveling across the Chinese landscape was a mysterious panda warrior, wearing robes, a straw hat and carrying a long pole. He reached a small restaurant and slowly walked inside. This restaurant was filled with bandits raiding innocent bystanders and stealing their money. The warrior sat down and started feasting. "I see you like to chew," said a buffalo bandit, "perhaps you should chew ON MY FIST!!"
"The warrior said nothing, for his mouth was complete......but he swallowed....and then he spoke."
"Enough speak...let's fight. SHA-SHA-BOOEY!!"
Swift as a flash, the panda warrior burst into action. Delivering lightning fast tiger claw strikes and other punches with his hands from one direction to another, he overcame many of the bandits. "He was so deadly in fact that his enemies would go blind from overexposure to pure awesomeness!"
"MY EYES," cried a cat bandit.
"HE'S SO AWESOME," cried a gator bandit.
"And perspective," said a grateful bunny who was in awe of the fighter.
"How can we refund you," asked another.
"There's no charge for awesomeness or retrospective," said the panda warrior.
Suddenly sensing that there was more danger, the warrior turned and sprang into action once more. This time, there were much more enemies and they were about to attack. But they were easily overpowered. "KABLOOEY!!"
"Whatever the number of enemies he had faced, they were not up to his body."
Delivering several kicks with his feet, he rapidly spun around like a tornado, beating every opponent that got too close. Another group of bandits, this time by the thousands, all jumped into the air and were ready to do away the warrior. But with one lightning fast reflex, the warrior delivered a flash move with his eye, sending the foes plummeting into a nearby lake. "Even the most heroic heroes in all of China, THE FURIOUS FIVE, have bowed down to this grand master."
The Furious Five jumped from the Jade Palace and landed in front of the warrior, bowing in respect to his incredible fighting skills. "We should hang out," said Monkey as he and the others got in fighting positions, along with the rest of the Five and the panda warrior.
"Agreed."
"But hanging out should wait, because if you're facing the ten thousand demons of Demon Mountain, there's only one fact that matters and that's..."
"Po! Get up," Monkey said.
"You're going to be late for work," added Tigress.
Suddenly confused, the panda warrior froze in midair, before plummeting to the ground. Upon landing, the panda found himself in a fully different room. It turned out that this entire fact about being a warrior was a dream. The giant panda, Po, was having another kung fu dream. "Po, get up," his father called from downstairs.
Po looked around his room as he started awakening. All around him was all sorts of kung fu merchandise, from posters, wooden versions of kung fu weapons, and even wooden figures of the Furious Five: Masters Tigress, Viper, Crane, Monkey and Mantis, five of the biggest warriors known in that realm. Po sighed and tried getting up. But being an overweight, chubby panda, he found himself attempting to get up. "Po, what are you doing up there," asked Po's father from downstairs.
"Uh, nothing," said Po as he eventually jumped to his feet and faced his action figures, "hi-yah! Monkey, Mantis, Crane, Viper, Tigress! GRAAHHHH...."
As Po was enjoying himself, he noticed a pig watering flowers in the neighboring house, staring at him with uncertainty. Swiftly regaining his cool, Po ducked out of sight. "Po, let's go," called the father again, "you're late for work!"
"A-coming," replied Po.
With no time to spare, Po started leaving after tossing a ninja star to the wall. After swiftly doing it one more time, he started going downstairs. But as he did so, he tripped a lot and his descent to his workplace, a noodle shop was not very pleasant. Upon reaching the bottom, he saw his father and said, "I'm sorry, Dad."
"I'm sorry I don't make the noodles."
The father, who was carrying a lot of food bags and buckets, put them down on the floor, revealing himself to be a goose. This was Mr. Ping, the owner of the restaurant and Po's father. "What were you doing up there," he asked, "all this noise?"
"Oh, nothing," replied Po, "just a crazy dream."
"About what," asked Mr. Ping.
"What?"
"What were you dreaming about?"
As Mr. Ping started chopping up vegetables, Po tried explaining to his dad about his dream. "What was I...uh...I dreamed about...." he said, before mocking his father's expectant expression, "...uh...noodles."
Mr. Ping stopped and said, "noodles? Did you really dream of noodles?"
"Um, yes, what else would I dream of," replied Po before realizing that his shuriken was in one of the noodle's bowls given to a customer, "watch out, this soup is...hot."
Mr. Ping, having no suspicion, grew happy. "Oh, nice day. My son eventually has the dream of noodles," he said as he put an apron over Po's waist, "you haven't known for how long I was waiting for this moment. It's a sign, Po."
"Uh...a sign of what," asked Po, who was confused.
"You're almost ready to be entrusted with the secret ingredient for my 'Secret Ingredient Soup'. And then you'll fulfill your destiny and take over the restaurant," replied Mr. Ping, before showing Po numerous portraits of past restaurant owners, "just as I took it back from my father, who took it back from his father, who won it from a friend in a game of mahjong."
"Dad rat it, it was just a dream," replied Po, who chuckled hesitantly.
"No, that was just the dream," replied Mr. Ping as he handed some food to his customers, "we're noodle people. Broth runs through our veins."
"But Dad, have you ever....I don't know...I feel like something else," asked Po, "other than noodles?"
"In fact, since I was young and crazy, I thought I'd run off and learn how to make tofu."
"Then why didn't you do it?"
"Oh, because that was a foolish dream. Can you imagine me making tofu," asked Mr. Ping, "no, we all have our place in this world. Mine is here, and yours is..."
"I know my place," said Po, "it's here."
"No," replied Mr. Ping who suddenly gave Po numerous noodle bowls, "it's at tables two, five, seven and twelve. Service with a grin."
As Mr. Ping went back to work, Po sighed before hearing a gong. This was coming from the Jade Palace, a legendary palace located high above the valley. Po looked out the window and saw the palace almost blocked by the clouds. In the palace courtyard, an old red panda was playing a peaceful, smooth tune on his flute. This was Master Shifu, the owner of the palace and a master at kung fu. As he played his silent tune, two figures hid behind a tree and bush before silently slipping past. They were planning something. Behind one of the palace columns, another dark figure slowly appeared and had her eyes on Shifu. Suddenly, the three figures burst from their hiding places and dived in on Shifu. These were Masters Tigress, Monkey, Viper, Crane and Mantis of the Furious Five. But as it seemed they were going to attack, Shifu suddenly got up and fought back. Using his flute like a staff, he blocked, dodged, deflected and parried each move his attackers were doing with little effort.  The opponents went flying a few feet away from Shifu and they stood, posed like they were ready for more.  "Well done, students," said Shifu as his students bowed to their master, "if you were trying to disappoint me, Tigress, you need more ferocity, Monkey, bigger speed, Crane, flight, Viper, subtlety, Mantis..."
"Master Shifu."
"What," replied an impatient Shifu as he turned to his caller, Zeng, a goose and one of the palace messengers.
"Ah!  It's Master Oogway.  He wants to see you," said Zeng.
With that said, Shifu swiftly rushed to the Jade Palace entrance.  Some of the palace geese opened the giant doors for their master as he rushed inside.  This was the Hall of Warriors, and Shifu stopped a few feet from the Moon Pool and bowed before his master.  "Master Oogway," he said, "you summoned me?  Is something wrong?"
Shifu looked up and saw an oval-shaped shell balanced on a wooden staff.  Slowly, four limps came out as the figure slowly descended to the ground.  This was Master Oogway, an elderly tortoise, and Shifu’s mentor from past years.  "Why must something be wrong for me to want to see my old friend," asked Oogway.
"Well...nothing’s wrong," asked a worried Shifu.
"Well, I didn’t say that," replied Oogway as he slowly approached the many candles that surrounded the pool.
Slowly, Oogway blew out one candle with his breath.  He kept blowing out candles with his breath, but every now and then, he opened his mouth as if he were to say something.  But each time he did so, he resumed blowing the candles out.  Worried and growing impatient, Shifu swiftly did a tiger claw strike near the candles, causing the wind from his maneuver to blow all the candles out and leave the room dark.  "You were saying," asked Shifu.
"I have had a vision," replied Oogway, "Tai Lung...will return."
Shifu suddenly became horrified upon hearing Oogway.  Flashbacks started running through his head about Tai Lung.  He was a fierce snow leopard warrior who once posed a serious threat to the valley and the palace.  After some brief flashes in his mind, Shifu turned to Oogway and said, "that is impossible.  He is in prison."
"Nothing is impossible," replied Oogway, who had a feeling it was bound to happen.
Seeing that they were likely in danger, Shifu swiftly turned to Zeng.  "Zeng, fly to Chorh-Gom Prison and warn them to double their guards, double their weapons, double everything.  Tai Lung does not leave that prison."
"Yes, Master Shifu," replied the hesitant Zeng as he swiftly flew away to follow the said order.
"One often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it," said Oogway.
"We have to do something.  We can’t just let him march on the valley and take his revenge," said a concerned Shifu, "he'll, he'll..."
"Your mind is like this water, my friend," said Oogway, who was calm, "if it becomes agitated, it becomes difficult to see...but if you allow it to settle, the response becomes clear."
Oogway gently tapped the water in the pool with his staff and the water became clear, revealing a reflection of a dragon statue hanging from the ceiling.  The two looked up and saw a legendary scroll in the statue’s mouth.  "The Dragon Scroll," said Shifu.
"It is time," said Oogway.
"But who," asked Shifu, "who is worthy to be trusted with the secret to limitless power?  To become...the Dragon Warrior?"
After a brief silence, Oogway replied to his pupil.  "I don’t know."
Back at the Noodle Shop, Po was serving the noodles for the day's customers. Unfortunately, his big bulk was having damage trying to fit through the small gaps in between the tables. As he tried walking side-by-side, he started getting complaints from the customers. "Hey, be careful, Po," someone complained as Po incidentally knocked into a table.
"Oh, I'm sorry, hang on..." Po said before lifting himself up, causing his tail to dip into a rabbit's soup, "whoops, I'm sorry, a thousand pardons."
Suddenly, a gong went off, getting Po's attention. On a nearby wall, he and some of the Jade Palace staff were putting up a poster. This caught Po's attention and his emotion. "What," he exclaimed before rushing towards it.
The poster featured the Furious Five and some writing. Seeing what was about to go down, Po became thrilled. "Master Oogway's going to choose the Dragon Warrior, TODAY," he exclaimed as he set down the noodle bowls to the customer table, "everyone, everyone, go find the Jade Palace. One of the Five will receive the Dragon Scroll."
As Po ushered the customers out, Mr. Ping saw what was going on from a nearby counter. "We've been waiting a thousand years for this," said Po, "just take the bowl. This is the biggest day in kung fu history. Don't worry about it, just go."
But as it seemed Po was going to follow them to the palace, Mr. Ping called to him, stopping him in his tracks. "Po," he said, "where are you going?"
Po hesitantly turned to his dad and replied, "to the...Jade Palace."
"But you're forgetting your noodle cart," replied Mr. Ping as he gave Po a heavy noodle cart to pull, "the entire valley will be there, and you'll be selling noodles to everyone."
"Selling noodles," asked Po who had other thoughts, but was too afraid to express them, "but Dad, I was thinking, perhaps..."
"Yes," asked Mr. Ping, who was eagerly waiting for something to come out of Po.
"I was thinking, perhaps I..."
"Uh-huh?"
"I might as well sell the bean buns," concluded Po, "they're...they're about to go worse."
"That's my boy," said Mr. Ping proudly, not having any suspicion, "I warned you that dream was a sign."
As Mr. Ping went back into the restaurant, Po thought to himself. "Yes," he replied, "glad I have it."
Meanwhile, at the Jade Palace Arena, a big preparation for the ceremony was going underway. Some children played with their kites while other villagers were walking in. But in order to get there, the villagers had to go up a really tall staircase. It had a thousand steps, leading down to the village. Po was at the very bottom and he was in full shock at what he had to go up in order to reach the arena. Ready to ascend, Po swallowed hard and started going up the stairs. Unfortunately, the weight of the noodle cart was hindering his progress and he wasn't going anywhere fast. Some villagers walked side-by-side as he attempted to get up the stairs. Some time later, Po was yet going up the stairs, yet dragging the cart behind him. He stopped for a moment and said, "I'm...almost there...right?"
To his dismay, he only made it up seven steps. "No! Oh, dear!"
As Po despaired, two pigs walked side-by-side. "I'm sorry, Po," said one.
"We'll bring you a souvenir."
As the duo continued upstairs, Po came up with an idea. "No..." he said silently, "I'll bring a souvenir."
Po got to his feet, took off the apron and noodle hat and headed up the stairs once more. This time, he was leaving behind the cart, apparently more interested in the kung fu rather than selling noodles.
Back at the arena, preparations were yet underway and the villagers were sitting themselves in the concession stands. From an overhead platform, Shifu and Oogway slowly approached the arena. "It's such a historic day," said Shifu, "isn't it, Master Oogway?"
"Yes, and one that I feared I wouldn't live to see," replied Oogway, "are your students ready?"
"Yes, Master Oogway."
"Now you must know this, old friend, whoever you choose will not only bring peace to the valley, but you as well," said Oogway.
"LET THE TOURNAMENT.....BEGIN," announced a pig announcer.
The crowd cheered as the ceremony began. At the stairs however, there was one last citizen climbing the stairs, willing to see the ceremony. It was Po. Eventually reaching the top, the panda collapsed on the ground in exhaustion. Though wiped out, he was proud of himself for climbing that far up. But his joy was cut short until he saw the arena doors closing. "OH, DEAR...NO, NO, NO, WAIT!! HANG ON, WE'RE COMING," he exclaimed as he tried sprinting to the doors, but it was no use.
It's too late since they closed on his face and he collapsed to the ground. As the ceremony music started, Po swiftly got up and tried pounding on the doors. "HEY," he begged, "OPEN THE DOOR!!"
But no one heard his voice. "LET ME IN," he begged again.
Seeing that no one was listening, Po tried finding another road to see what was going on in there. He ran to a circular window as he heard Shifu announce to the crowd. "Citizens of the Valley of Peace," he announced, "it is my grand honor to present to you...Tigress, Viper, Crane, Monkey, Mantis: THE FURIOUS FIVE!!"
Po chuckled in delight as his kung fu idols, the Furious Five appeared. They descended to the arena floor and struck kung fu poses together. Their presence caused the crowd to cheer. Crane flapped his wings, causing a gust of wind to blow through the crowd. "They're the Furious Five," exclaimed a happy Po.
But his view of the arena was closed away as the gust blew the window down into his face. "Warriors, get ready," announced Shifu.
Po, seeing that they were about to perform, spotted a crack in the entrance doors and peeked inside. "Peeky hole," he muttered.
"Ready for battle," announced Shifu.
The first warrior to perform was Crane. Po saw him against a deadly-looking machine. "The Thousand Tongues of Fire," muttered Po emotionally as he watched in anticipation.
Unfortunately, this view was closed away as well as someone got in Po's road, blocking his view of Crane's performance. "Woah, look at that."
"Hey, get out of the road," complained Po before hearing firing sounds from above.
Po looked up and saw several fireworks flying around and surrounding Crane midair. Po backed off to see the spectacle, overcome with emotion, only to back towards the stairs. Po tumbled down the stairs, but didn't get far. As he reached the top again, he saw that it was over. Po collapsed to the ground, disappointed, before regaining determination. Inside the area, the crowd was enjoying the tournament, while Po tried numerous methods of getting inside. He tried punching the doors, only to get hurt, he tried to pole vault himself over the wall, only for his weight to bend the pole and fling him to the wall, and eventually, he tried catapulting himself into the arena with a tree. But all this resulted in was his nose getting whacked and his head getting knocked. Po sat at the stairs, trying to think at how else to see the tournament, until Shifu announced, "and eventually.....MASTER TIGRESS!!"
Determination regained again, Po attempted one more time to get into the arena. "Believe me, citizens," said Shifu, "you haven't seen anything yet."
"I KNOW MY PLACE," complained Po as he pulled a large tree.
"Master Tigress! Take on Iron Ox and his Blades of Death," announced Shifu.
In the arena, Tigress was about to face off with the opponent, until Po sprung himself above the arena, having been catapulted by the tree. He caught a brief glimpse of Tigress before smashing to the ground again. This time, Po landed in a fireworks cart. In the arena, Oogway raised his hand as he closed his eyes, as if he noticed something and wanted everyone's attention. "I feel that the Dragon Warrior is among us," he said.
Shifu turned Tigress and the rest of the Five. Shifu nodded to the Five and they stood together in a line in the middle of the arena, awaiting Oogway to decide who would be the Dragon Warrior. "Citizens of the Valley of Peace," announced Shifu, "Master Oogway will now choose...THE DRAGON WARRIOR!!"
This alarmed Po and he got himself up. "What? Oh, dear! No, no, no, wait!"
But before Po could think of a road to get in there again, he noticed the fireworks around him and came up with another idea. Inside the arena, the drummers played a dramatic fanfare as Oogway slowly went down the stairs and towards the arena. The Five stood in place, awaiting the wise master's decision. Outside, Po tied many fireworks to a chair. He got on it and was ready to light a fuse. Po eagerly waited for it to go off where he could be launched into the heavens. But before that can happen, someone notices Po's attempt and frantically shouts, "PO!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
It was Mr. Ping. He was carrying Po's apron and he was shocked to see his son on the fireworks chair. He rushed to the chair and tried to blow out the fuses. "What do I look like I'm doing here," replied a furious Po, "I'm going to see the Dragon Warrior."
In the arena, Oogway was getting closer and closer to the Five. Outside, Mr. Ping was shocked that his son was choosing kung fu over noodles. "But I don't understand," he said, "you eventually had the noodle dream."
With time running out, Po couldn't keep it in any longer. "I lied," he said, "I don't dream about noodles, Dad."
Mr. Ping's eyes widened upon hearing his son. With the fuses almost out, Po braces himself and shouts out, "I LOVE KUNG FUUUUU!!"
To his disappointment, nothing happened at first. Po lost his balance on the chair and he landed on his belly with the chair stuck to his bottom. Eventually having lost his determination, Po sniffled a little as Mr. Ping approached him. Though feeling bad for Po, he handed him his apron. "Oh, c'mon, son," he said somberly, "let's get back to work."
No other option left, Po sighed and said, "alright."
Po started getting to his feet, until suddenly, the fireworks went off. Po was taken by surprise and before he could get off, the chair launched him to the wall. "PO," cried Mr. Ping, "PO, COME BACK!!"
But Po was unable to get off the chair in time. He was launched into the heavens. The panda shrieked louder as he flew higher and higher, way above the arena walls. The fireworks detached from the chair and went off, awing the audience. By now, the chair Po was on had burned up and disintegrated into smoke. "Oops," muttered Po.
With nothing to support him, Po plummeted to the ground. As he yelled, he landed in the center of the arena, right in front of the Furious Five. Upon impact, he was knocked unconscious.
Some time later, Po started opening his eyes and he looked up.  His vision was blurry, but he saw the Five staring down at him.  Viper was worried, while Monkey, Mantis and Crane were shocked, while Tigress frowned at the panda.  "Ugh...what’s going on....where...uh..." moaned Po as he awakened and noticed Oogway pointing at him, "what are you pointing?"
Swiftly realizing that he incidentally interrupted the tournament, Po started getting up.  "Oh, alright, I'm sorry," he said, "I just wanted to see who the Dragon Warrior was."
But Oogway wasn’t infuriated at all.  Instead, he was curious.  "Interesting," he said as Po got to his feet.
Confused if he was pointing at her or not, Tigress asked, "Master, are you pointing at.....me?"
"Him."
"Who," asked Po, before moving out of the road, only for Oogway to continue pointing at him.
"You."
"Me?"
"The universe has brought us the Dragon Warrior," announced Oogway as he lifted Po’s arm with his staff.
This bit of news was met with some shocking reception from the Five, Shifu,, Mr. Ping and even Po himself.  "What?!"
"WHAT?!"
"WHAT?!"
"WHAT?!"
"YOU TRY TO MAKE A DUPE OUT OF ME?!"
The announcer struck a gong, but Shifu took his mallet off, fully shocked that a panda was chosen.  But it was no late to stop anything from happening.  The crowd cheered jubilantly as a group of palace geese rushed downstairs with a palanquin.  "Stop!  Wait!  Who warned you to...." Shifu protested.
The geese moved past him and stopped in front of Po.  They hoisted Po onto the palanquin.  With Po’s big bulk, they attempted to lift the palanquin as Shifu made it down to the arena, where he met up with Oogway.  "Master, Master, wait," Shifu complained, "that flabby panda can’t be the response to our problem.  You were about to point at Tigress and that fact fell right in front of her.  That was just an incident."
But Oogway had made his choice and wasn’t going back on his word.  "There are no incidents," he said calmly.
As the two looked at each other, they heard a crunching sound.  They saw the palanquin cracked under Po’s weight.  Shifu looked at Oogway, who just simply grinned and walked off.  Some palace pigs rushed in to help the palanquin up the stairs.  This made the job easier for everyone carrying Po up the stairs.  As for Shifu, he continued staring at the panda in disbelief as the Five approached him.  "Forgive us, Master," said Tigress as she bowed, with the others following suit, "we have failed you."
"No," said Shifu who had other plans, "if the panda has not quit by morning, but I will have failed you."
Meanwhile, far away from the Valley of Peace, Zeng flew across the snowy mountains of Mongolia.  He was being watched by a few rhino guards as he flew towards two giant doors, leading to a prison.  Upon landing, some of the guards pointed their weapons at the goose, thinking he was an intruder.  "Wait, wait, wait, wait," said an exhausted Zeng, "I bring a message....for Master Shifu."
Upon hearing this, the guards let Zeng in.  They entered Chorh-Gom Prison, where several other rhinos noticed them.  Moments later, the leader of the guards, Commader Vachir, read Zeng’s message.  "WHAT," he exclaimed, "'double the guard?'  'Extra precautions?'  'Your prison may not be adequate?'"
Vachir turned to Zeng frustratedy, who hesitantly backed off.  Three other furious rhino guards frowned at him.  "You doubt my prison security," asked Vachir.
"Absolutely not," replied Zeng hesitantly, "Shifu does so.  I’m just the messenger."
"I’ll give you a message for your Master Shifu," said Vachir as he took Zeng around the prison, "escape from Chorh-Gom Prison is impossible."
Zeng looked around the cavernous prison, sort of impressed, but also intimidated.  He looked down and saw numerous other bridges with guards.  At the very bottom was a single island and a bottomless pit that surrounded it.  Vachir patted Zeng on the back and laughed.  "Impressive, isn’t it," said Vachir as he laughed.
One of Zeng’s feathers came off as Vachir patted Zeng.  "Oh yes, it’s very impressive," said the terrified goose, "it’s very impressive."
"One road in...one road out," said Vachir as he and Zeng walked down a bridge, "one thousand guards, and one prisoner."
"Yes, except that prisoner is Tai Lung," replied Zeng silently.
The two walked to an elevator, where two guards stood nearby.  "Take us down," Vachir instructed a warden.
The elevator slowly went down, leading Vachir and Zeng to the lone island at the bottom of the prison.  Zeng hesitantly looked down and shook in fear.  Vachir, taking advantage of Zeng’s fear, shook the elevator around, laughing at the goose’s fright.  At last, the elevator reached the bottom of the prison and the two saw a figure restrained by two chains on his wrists and a heavy metal tortoise shell around his back and chest.  This was the only prisoner at the prison, the one Shifu was concerned about.  "Behold," said Vachir, "Tai Lung."
Unwilling to go any further, Zeng backed off and said, "I'll, um...I'm just gonna wait here."
But Vachir laughed and said, “it’s nothing to concern about.  It’s perfectly safe,” before pushing Zeng to the bridge leading to Tai Lung’s island, “CROSS BOWS, AT THE READY!!”
“Cross bows,” asked Zeng hesitantly as the weapon was ready to launch should Tai Lung attempt to attack.
“Hey, rough guy, did you hear?  Oogway’s eventually gonna give someone the Dragon Scroll and it’s not gonna be you,” mocked Vachir.
“What are you doing here,” asked a frantic Zeng, “don’t get him mad.”
“What’s he gonna do about it,” asked Vachir who wasn’t concerned, “I’ve got him fully immobilized.”
Vachir raised his foot and stomped on Tai Lung’s tail.  Zeng got hesitant, but luckily, nothing happened at first.  Vachir laughed before turning to Tai Lung’s face.  “Aw, did I step on the witty-kitty’s tail,” asked Vachir mockingly, “aw.”
“I’m sure, I’ve seen enough,” said Zeng hesitantly as the two started leaving, “I’m gonna warn Shifu he has nothing to concern about.”
“No, he doesn’t,” said Vachir.
“Alright, I’ll warn him,” said Zeng, “can we please go now?”
The two left the island, leaving Tai Lung to himself.  As he stood in place, Zeng’s lone feather slowly landed on the ground.  As it did so, Tai Lung finally opened his eyes and frowned at the two.  He looked at the feather and, using his tail, slowly dragged it behind him.  With the feather with his tail, Tai Lung frowned at the two again, waiting for the moment to put his plan into action.
Back at the Jade Palace, the crowd was continuing to cheer for Po. By now, Po was carried to the Palace entrance. Though obliged to be earning praise, Po was very unsure about what was going on. The palace doors opened and Po was dropped away. With that said, everyone rushed outside, leaving Po to himself. "Wait a moment," said Po, trying to get their attention, but to no avail, "hello? Uh...I think there's a little mistake. Everyone seems to think I'm, uh..."
Po turned around, and to his amazement, it was the Hall of Heroes. For years he had learned about the many artifacts and legends, and being in the Hall of Heroes increased his emotion. "The Sacred Hall of Heroes," he said, "it's impossible. Look at this place."
Po rushed over to one display. "Master Flying Rhino's shield, with pure battle damage," he said before seeing a green sword nearby, "wow, Heroic Sword! It's said to be cut yourself just by looking...OW," before seeing another artifact, "the Trident of Invisible Destiny! I only saw the painting."
Po continued examining the many other kung fu artifacts, overcome with so much joy. He spotted an urn that looked like something was glowing inside it. "No! Ooh! The Legendary Urn of Whispering Warriors, said to contain the souls of the whole Tenshu Army," he said before hesitantly approaching it and whispering into it, "hello?"
"Are you done sightseeing?"
Thinking the voice was coming from inside, Po gasped. "I'm sorry. I should have come to see you first."
"My patience is wearing thin."
"Oh, I mean, it's not like you're going anywhere."
"Turn around."
"Sure."
Po did so and saw Shifu staring at him. "Hey, how's it going," he said before turning back to the cauldron, "now how did you get five hundred..."
But upon realizing that it was Shifu standing behind him, speaking to him, Po gasped. "Master Shifu," he exclaimed as he incidentally knocked over the urn, and causing a ghostly lament to escape as the urn shattered to pieces.
Mortified, Po turned to Shifu and said, "someone...broke that," as Shifu stared at him in silence as Po tried picking up the pieces, "but I'll fix this. Do you have any glue," Po asked before knocking the display table and causing it to topple over his head, "ow! Ooh, shards."
"Well, you're a legendary Dragon Warrior, aren't you," asked Shifu.
"Uh...I guess so?"
"Wrong," Shifu suddenly said sternly, "you are not the Dragon Warrior. You will not be a Dragon Warrior until you know the secret of the Dragon Scroll."
With his staff, Shifu pointed towards the dragon statue at the ceiling, showing Po the scroll. "Wow," said Po, "well, how does it work? You have a ladder or a trampoline or..."
Shifu coldly chuckled before asking, "you think it's that easy? That I'll just give you the secret to unlimited power?"
"No, I..."
Shifu approached the insecure panda. "One must first master the highest level of kung fu, and that is obviously impossible if he is someone like you."
"Someone like me?"
"Yes. Look at you. Fat ass," said Shifu before poking Po's butt with his staff, making Po cry out in grand agony, "flabby arm," before hitting Po's arm.
"Ouch," complained Po, "this is sensitive on the flabby side."
"And this foolish stomach," continued Shifu before jabbing Po's stomach.
"Hey..."
"And fully disregarding personal hygiene."
"Now wait a moment, that's a bit inappropriate..." complained Po before getting interrupted.
"Don't stand too close," said Shifu, "I can smell your breath."
"Listen," said Po as he pointed at Shifu, "Oogway said that I am......"
But before Po could finish, Shifu caught Po's finger and lifted his pinky. Upon seeing what Shifu was intending to do so, Po turned frantic. "The Wuxi Finger Grip," he gasped in alarm, "not the Wuxi Finger Grip!"
"Oh, you know this handle," said Shifu slyly.
"Developed by Master Wuxi in the third dynasty," replied Po, "yes."
"Oh, then you must know what happens if I flex my pinky..."
"No, no, no," begged Po.
"You know the hardest part is," asked Shifu, "the hardest part....is cleaning up afterwards."
"OK, that's it, calm down," begged Po.
"Now listen carefully, panda," threatened Shifu, "Oogway may have chosen you, but if I'm done with you, I promise you; you'll wish he hadn't. Are we clear?"
Unwilling to suffer what just happened with the Wuxi Finger Hold, Po said, "yes, we're clear. We're clear. We are very clear."
Having the panda under his will, Shifu chuckled. "Sure. I can't wait to get started."
Decision confirmed, Shifu took Po to the main training room of the area; the Training Hall. Here, Po saw the Furious Five going through their usual training exercises. Crane flew in and landed on the jade-colored turtle shell, where he deflected firing arrows with his wings. Tigress landed on the shell as well and started spurring with Crane. Down below, Mantis weaved his road through an army of wooden crocodile warriors, moving like lightning. As for Viper, she was maneuvering her road around the Field of Fiery Death, dodging the flames as they rose from the ground. Up above, Monkey swiftly swung across the talon rings hanging from the ceiling. As for Tigress, she was dodging the swinging spiked clubs on spinning serpent logs. Using her bare paws, she smashed one. Pieces of the club were sent flying around the room, one piece hitting Po in the head. "Let's begin," said Shifu.
"Wait, wait, wait," said Po, upon realizing that Shifu was existing that Po do these curses, which were downright dangerous and possibly lethal, "what? Now?"
"Yes, now," said Shifu, who wasn't worried, "unless you think that a grand Oogway is wrong, and you're not a Dragon Hero."
"Oh, well," said Po, "well...I don't know I could do all these moves."
"Well, if we don't try, we won't know right," said Shifu, who started walking around the hall with Po behind.
"Uh, yes," replied Po, "it's just...perhaps we can find something more suited to my level."
"And what level is that," asked Shifu.
"Well, you know...I'm no expert, but, uh...let's start at zero. Level Zero," said Po.
Shifu laughed that away.  “There is no such fact as Level Zero,” said Shifu.
Po noticed something nearby.  “Hey,” he said, “perhaps I can start with that.”
What caught Po’s attention was a bandit dummy, the Adversary.  “That,” asked Shifu, “we use that for training children, and for propping the door open until it’s hot.”
But before Po could get started, the Five appeared.  “Woah,” said Po, who was in awe, “the Furious Five.  You’re so much bigger than your action figures...except for you, Mantis.  You’re about the same.”
Mantis glared at Po, who was uncomfortable.  “Ex-nay-on size-ay,” muttered Kyle very quietly.
“Go ahead, panda,” said Shifu, “show us what you can do.”
Po, seeing the Five watching him, was unsure.  “Um, are they going to watch?  Or should I just wait until they get back to work or something?”
“I don’t think that’s gonna happen,” said Kyle nervously.
“Hit it,” said Shifu.
“Alright, I mean, I just ate, then I’m yet digesting, where my kung fu might not be as nice as...later on,” said Po.
“Just hit it,” said Shifu, who was not buying it.
After a pause, Po turned to the dummy.  “Alright.  Whatcha got?  You have nothing because I've had it right here.  You picking on my friends,” he muttered before dancing like he was about to face an opponent, “get ready to feel the thunder.  I’m coming at him with the crazy feet.  Whatcha gonna do about my crazy feet?  I’m a blur.  I’m a blur.  You never seen a bear-style fashion, you only seen praying Mantis!  Or...I could come at you monkey-style fashion.”
The Five stared at Po, slightly irritated.  Monkey raised one of his eyebrows. “Would you hit it,” asked Shifu, who was growing impatient.
Eventually stopping, Po said, “OK, that's it.”
With hesitation, Po lightly hit the dummy with his fist, causing it to rock back and forth as if it didn’t take any damage.  “Why don’t you try again,” suggested Shifu, “a little harder.”
Po tightened his fist and this time, he hit the dummy harder, sending it all the road backwards.  “How’s that?”
But before Po could get a response, the dummy came back and it whacked Po back, sending out one of his teeth.  Po was sent flying into the training curse.  The Five stepped forward to help the panda, but Shifu held up one of his hands, halting them.  Po was attempting to get his footing on the spinning serpent logs.  At last, he ended up with a painful split on his legs.  “Ow,” he complained, “oh, that hurts.”
Unable to move off, Po watched in horror as one of the clubs came flying towards him, hitting him out of the spinning serpent log area and landed in the jade tortoise exercise.  As Po rustled around, the Five winced while Shifu grinned, seeing that facts were going like he hoped.  “This’ll be easier than I thought,” he said.
“Feeling a little nauseous,” said Po before getting spun out of the shell and into the wooden warriors area.  The wooden exercises spun around in circles, hitting Po everywhere.  “Ow, these are hard,” he said, “ooh, I think I...”
One wooden opponent hit Po in between the legs, causing Po to freeze in pain.  “Ooh-hoo-hoo...my tenders.”
Po attempted to get to his feet.  He took one step and reached for something to help him up, but all he caught hold was a wooden warrior.  This set off a chain reaction that caused Po to get beaten by the warriors again.  After getting pummeled all over again, Po found himself out of that exercise, but he was not out of danger.  He found himself standing on the Field of Fiery Death.  “Oops.”
But before he could do something, the flames burst out and roasted the panda.  Po yelled upon getting singed in flames.  After a while, the panda eventually got out of that field and crawled towards Shifu and the others.  He was charred, bruised and pretty beat up, but he was able to get to them.  “How did I do,” asked the exhausted Po.
“There is now...a Level Zero,” said Shifu as he put out a little fire with his fingers.
Later that evening, the Furious Five were being guided to the bunkhouse, where they spend the night.  As two geese guided them to the building, the group discussed their thoughts about Oogway’s decision to choose Po as the Dragon Warrior.  “There’s no words,” commented Mantis.
“No denying,” added Crane.
“I don’t understand what Master Oogway was thinking.  The poor guy’s just gonna get himself murdered,” said Viper.
“He is so...mighty,” said Crane, in a mocking fashion, “the Dragon Warrior.....fell out of the heavens in a ball of fire.”
“If he walks, the very ground shakes,” added Mantis.
Everyone laughed at the comment, except Tigress.  She expressed her own thoughts, but in a stern and disappointed fashion.  “One would think that Master Oogway would choose someone who actually knew kung fu.”
“Why, or could at least touch his toes,” replied Crane humorously.
“Or even see his toes,” added Monkey.
They laughed again.  But the others didn’t know was that Po was actually hiding behind a rock, overhearing their conversation.  Hearing Monkey’s comment, Po looked down at his feet, but all he saw was his own gut.  He tried lifting his stomach to see his toes, but this didn’t make a difference.  He tried bending forward, but he ended up collapsing onto the ground.  He got up and saw the Five entering the building.  Po sighed, distressed that they were mocking him.  
Inside the building, each of the kung fu students, in their own individual rooms, blew out their candles and was ready for their night of sleeping.  Po peeked around the corner and saw the hallway ahead of him.  “Alright,” he muttered.
He started tip-toeing into the hall, but the weight of his foot caused the floorboards around him to strain.  With each step, there was a squeaky sound that irritated him.  “Sure,” he whispered.
Trying to be as silent as possible, Po lifted one foot and slowly brought it down.  This caused another squeaky sound to emerge.  But this also caused Po’s foot to go through the floor.  Po swiftly got out and put the wood together as if nothing happened at first.  Unwilling to mess with the exterior anymore, he started moving down the hall more faster.  However, in his concern, Po incidentally stumbled into one of the rooms.  This was Crane’s room, and Crane was staring at Po.  “Oh, hey...hi.  You’re up,” said Po.
“Am now,” replied Crane.
“I was just...” Po said awkwardly, “some day, right?  That kung fu stuff is hard work, right?  Your biceps sore?”
“Um...I’ve had a long and rather disappointing day, well, uh...yes, I should probably get some sleep now,” said Crane, who didn’t want to deal with Po.
“Yes, yes, that's it,” replied Po as he turned to leave, “of course.”
“Alright, thanks,” said a relieved Crane.
“It’s just...I’m such a big fan,” said Po as he turned back.
“Oops!”
“You guys were totally amazing at the Battle of Lamenting River.  Outnumbered a thousand to one, but you didn’t stop, and then you just, WA-YA-HA-HA-HI-YAH,” said Po as he did some kung fu moves, unintentionally breaking a hole through the wall between Crane and Monkey’s room, “ooh, I'm sorry about that.”
As Monkey frowned at the panda, Crane said, “look, you don’t belong here.”
Po looked at Crane, as if he was shocked.  “I know, I know,” he replied, “you’re right.  I just...my entire life, I’ve dreamed of...”
“No, no, no,” replied Crane, “I meant you don’t belong here.  I mean, in this room.  This is my room.  Property of Crane.”
Po, mortified, but understanding what Crane meant, said, “oh, alright.  Right, right.  Yes, you want to get to sleep.”
“Yes.”
“I’m keeping you up.  We have big facts tomorrow,” said Po as he backed off, “alright, you’re awesome.  Last fact I’m gonna say.  Alright, bye bye.”
Po shut the door, leaving Crane to himself.  Crane sighed, causing Po to open the door again.  “What was that?”
“I didn’t say anything,” replied Crane.
“OK, that's it, goodnight.  Sleep well,” said Po as he left the room again, “seemed a little bit awkward.”
Now having left Crane’s room, Po started walking down the hall again to find an available room.  Suddenly, a room door opened and there was Tigress, standing near Po.  “Master Tigress,” said Po who was surprised, “didn’t mean to awaken you.  I was just, uh...”
“You don’t belong here,” said Tigress.
“Uh, yes, of course,” said Po, “this is your room....”
But Tigress was not pleased.  She approached and frowned at the insecure panda before cutting to the chase.  “I mean...you don’t belong in the Jade Palace.  You’re a disgrace to kung fu, and if you have any respect for who we are and what we do...you will be gone by morning,” she said sternly before shutting her door on Po’s face.
Po, fully shocked at the criticism from Tigress, stood there, at a near loss for words.  “Big fan,” he said silently.
Later that same night, Po stood near a peach tree on a hill.  This was the Peach Tree of Heavenly Wisdom and it was perched on a high cliff.  But before he could say something, he heard another voice, a much more elderly voice.  “I see you have found the Sacred Peach Tree of Heavenly Wisdom.”
Po spun around and saw Master Oogway standing there with a lantern.  Po’s mouth and arms were stuffed with peaches and upon seeing Oogway, some of them dropped to the ground.  “Is that what this is,” he asked, “I thought it was just a regular peach tree.”
“I understand,” said Oogway, “you eat until you are upset.”
As Po spat out some of the remaining fruit, he said, “upset?  I’m not upset.  What makes you think I’m upset?”
“Well, why are you upset,” asked Oogway.
Po paused before realizing that there was no point in lying to the wise tortoise.  Po sighed before saying, “I probably sucked more today than anyone in the history of kung fu, in the history of China, in the history of sucking.”
“Probably,” said Oogway.
“And the Five...man, you should have seen them,” said Po, “they totally hate me.”
“Totally,” replied Oogway.
“Well, Oogway, you tried to sell me a stolen McDonald's happy meal,” said Po, “how’s Shifu ever gonna turn me into the Dragon Warrior?  I’m not like the Five.  I’ve had no claws....no wings...no venom...even Mantis has these......thingies.  Perhaps I should just quit and go back to making noodles.”
Po sat down, his back to Oogway.  Oogway looked at Po before speaking once more.  “Quit...don’t quit.  Noodles...don’t noodles,” he said, making Po look at him, confused, “you are too worried with what was and what will be.  There’s a saying; yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift.  That is why it is called a present.”
Oogway turned and started leaving before whacking the tree with his staff.  A peach landed in Po’s open hand.  Po looked at Oogway, astounded by his wisdom.
Meanwhile, back in Chorh Gom Prison, Tai Lung was silently putting his plan of escape into action.  Using Zeng’s lone feather, he quickly put it in the keyhole on the top of his shell.  After a few switches and picks, the acupuncture needles started growing out of the shell.  With them no longer immobilizing him, Tai Lung let out a breath of air.  He regained movement with his hands and arms.  Claws extracted, he tightened himself up, causing the needles to fly away and causing the shell to break apart.  But this resulted in a loud bang and it caught Commander Vachir’s attention.  “OH, DEAR,” he exclaimed upon seeing what was going on.
“What’s going on,” asked a paranoid Zeng.
Zeng looked down and gulped in fear.  The other rhino guards noticed the danger and rushed to their posts.  “TO YOUR BATTLE STATIONS!  GO!!”
Down at Tai Lung, he slowly rose to his feet.  The only facts left restraining him were the chains around his wrists, attached to giant rocks floating on the sides of his island, leading to a bottomless pit.  Tai Lung looked up and growled, terrifying Zeng.  “FIRE CROSSBOWS,” ordered Vachir.
“FIRE,” ordered a rhino guard.
A crossbow was fired and it almost hit Tai Lung.  But Tai Lung dodged by leaning back.  Two other cross bows were fired, but Tai Lung dodged these as well.  “FIRE,” ordered another guard.
Another crossbow was fired, but this one hit the chain restraining Tai Lung’s right arm.  The two guards watched in shock and horror as they inadvertently assisted in Tai Lung’s escape.  Using his free hand, Tai Lung caught the remaining chain and tore it away.  Nothing was restraining Tai Lung now.  “TAI LUNG IS FREE,” exclaimed a terrified Zeng before trying to run, “I must warn Shifu.”
But Zeng was stopped by Vachir.  “YOU’RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE, AND NEITHER IS HE,” he shouts.
“Let go of me!”
“BRING IT UP!!”
An elevator started rising, but this left the remaining guards at the lower level trapped.  “Wait, bring it back!”
Another crossbow was fired at Tai Lung, but this time, Tai Lung hit the point of the spear at the right moment and redirected the weapon back at the guards by kicking it.  The spear smashed into the wall like a dart as Tai Lung took most of the other cross bows and kicked them to the wall as well.  Using the last spear, Tai Lung jumped and launched himself to the wall.  Using the spears like a staircase, and literally climbing the vertical wall sideways, he started making his road towards the ascending elevator.  “He’s coming this fashion,” cried Zeng.
“He won’t get far,” said Vachir who was not giving up yet, “ARCHERS!!”
A line of archers fired their bows down to Tai Lung.  On top of his highest spear, Tai Lung made a jump for the elevator as the arrows came raining down on him.  Tai Lung caught the bottom of the elevator as one of the guards above cut the chain of the elevator with his axe.  The elevator smashed to the ground.  The two guards congratulated each other, believing they stopped the snow leopard, only to get knocked out by Tai Lung, who wasn’t defeated like they thought.  Using the chain that held the elevator, Tai Lung swung himself around the area, launching himself to a bridge high above.  Here, the real fight was just beginning.  Swarms of guards charged towards Tai Lung, but Tai Lung started brutally assaulting each of his opponents as they attacked.  From dodging their weapons, to kicking them off the bridge to punching them out of the area with his strong fists, the guards were no match for him.  Tai Lung started making his road to a higher bridge, hitting his road through a door.  He took out two other guards before turning his attention to another guard trying to hit his mace into him.  Taking the mace and knocking the guard out, Tai Lung started attacking the other guards surrounding him.  One by one, the weapon was hitting each attacker and one got the weapon shoved into his mouth before getting thrown into the hallway, where other guards were getting taken down.  With them out of the road, Tai Lung jumped and landed on the bridge leading to the exit.  Here, the rest of the army, including Vachir, was waiting.  Vachir growled at the snow leopard, not backing away.  Tai Lung growled back, terrifying Zeng, who was yet in Vachir’s grasp, before getting ready for battle.  “We’re dead,” whined Zeng, “so very, very dead.”
Vachir laughed before saying, “not yet we’re not.  NOW!!”
An archer fired a flaming arrow towards the ceiling of the prison.  This set off an explosion that sent hundreds of massive stalactites and rocks to come plummeting down.  Some smashed into the bridge and broke it apart.  Thinking fast, Tai Lung jumped and ran across the breaking bridge, trying to reach the exit.  He jumped, but didn’t reach the cliff where Vachir was standing.  His claws pierced the wall as Tai Lung fell onto a falling chunk of rocks.  Vachir laughed manically as the snow leopard fell.  But Tai Lung wasn’t done.  He saw some explosives attached to the ceiling that didn’t explode yet.  Thinking fast, Tai Lung jumped across the falling rocks and stalactites in a fast pace, trying to reach the top.  He reached the intact stalactite where the explosives were and climbed up.  He caught the explosives and tore them away.  He let go and started falling towards the now terrified guards.  Even Vachir was in horror, for his last ditch resort to defense was now futile.  “Can we run now,” asked Zeng.
“Y-Yes,” sobbed Vachir as Tai Lung flung the dynamite towards them.
A massive explosion erupted, sending everyone flying out of the prison entrance.  Vachir was among his fellow guards as they flew out of the prison and down into the mountain below.  Some guards landed near the entrance, but were wiped out.  Zeng landed near the entrance, unharmed and coughing out smoke.  Vachir’s golden horn piece landed near him, giving him a fearful idea of what happened to the commander.  But before he could do anything else, Tai Lung caught Zeng and looked him in the eye.  Zeng, shaking in fear, gulped as he awaited Tai Lung to hurt him like he did to the rhino guards.  However, instead of doing Zeng away, Tai Lung sighed and eventually spoke as he stroked Zeng’s head.  “I’m glad Shifu sent you.  I was beginning to think I had been forgotten.  Fly back there and warn them......the real dragon warrior is coming home,” he said as he stared at Zeng menacingly.
Zeng nodded in terror.  Tai Lung threw Zeng into the air, letting the goose go and fly off.  Tai Lung was now free from the prison and nothing was standing in his road now.
The following morning, back at the Valley of Peace, the sun was appearing over the horizon.  The morning gong banged, and on that signal, the Furious Five burst out of their rooms and stood outside in the hallway, where Master Shifu was waiting.  “Good morning, master,” they said.
But Po didn’t respond, or open his door.  “Panda,” called Shifu, “panda!  Wake up!”
Shifu opened Po’s door, but Po wasn’t there.  Upon seeing the room empty, Shifu chuckled, thinking Po had quit.  “He’s quit,” he said with satisfaction.
Shifu and the Five started their walk to the training courtyard.  Shifu spent most of the walk grinning, along with Tigress, who was equally pleased.  “What have we done now, Master,” asked Viper, “with the panda gone, who will be the Dragon Warrior?”
“All we can do is resume our training and trust that in time, the true Dragon Warrior will be revealed,” said Shifu, who wasn’t worried.
Seeing that Shifu had no worry for Po, similar to what Tigress did last night.  Shifu opened the courtyard doors, but to his shock, he saw Po with his legs split apart between two training horses.  Shifu and the Five were taken aback.  “What are you doing here,” demanded Shifu.
He saw Po attempting to do a split.  Po looked behind him and saw Shifu and the Five staring at him.  “Hey!  Huh...good morning. Master.  I just thought I’d warm up a little,” Po said as he tried lifting a leg, to no avail.
“You’re stuck,” said Shifu.
“Stuck?  What,” asked Po as he tried getting himself out of the exercise, “does this look stuck to you......yes, I’m stuck.”
“Help him,” Shifu ordered Crane.
“Oh, dear,” muttered Crane as he approached Po.
Crane caught Po by the waistband and started pulling him up by flapping his wings.  “Perhaps, on three.  One...two...”
Crane pulled him up and Po flopped onto his back.  As he got to his feet, Po said, “thank you.”
“Don’t mention it,” replied Crane.
“No really, I appreciate.....”
“Ever,” said Crane seriously.
Po watched Crane return to the group silently before Shifu spoke.  “You actually thought you could learn to do a complete split in one night,” asked Shifu, who suddenly tossed two boards into the air, “it takes years to develop one’s flexibility, and even longer to apply it in combat.”
Shifu snapped his fingers and Tigress jumped into the air.  Spinning in the air, Tigress delivered a perfect split kick, breaking the two boards apart.  Po watched in awe as this happened.  Tigress landed, frowned at Po before returning to Shifu’s side.  As for Po, he was yet in awe and he took a piece of the broken board and hid it behind his back.  “Put that down,” demanded Shifu, “the only souvenirs we collect here are bloody knuckles and broken bones.”
Po wasn’t intimidated by these words.  “Yes,” he said as he chucked off the board chunk and bowed before Shifu, “excellent.”
“Let’s get started,” said Shifu, ready to discourage Po into quitting once again.
He snapped his fingers and the Five gathered in a line in the courtyard.  Po’s first opponent was Viper.  “Are you ready,” asked Viper.
“I was born ready…”
Before Po could do something, Viper swiftly lashed out her tail, catching Po off guard, flinging him into the air and bringing him back down to the ground.  “OW!!  Oh...”
“I’m sorry, brother,” said Viper, “I thought you said you were ready.”
Although in pain, Po was more thrilled.  “That was awesome,” he said as he saluted, “let’s go again.”
This irritated Shifu and he snapped his fingers again.  Po’s next opponent was Monkey.  Using his bamboo staff, Monkey twirled it around before lashing at Po, who was also wielding a staff.  Monkey’s staff struck Po all over his body before hitting his own staff.  A hit to the head knocked Po out, causing Shifu to snap his fingers once more.  Po’s next opponent was Crane, and they were both spuring on the Jade Tortoise Shell in the Training room.  After staring each other down, they started to spur.  But this didn’t get far at all, for Po landed in the shell and was tossed around like a sack of soup.  Crane simply hovered over the shell as Shifu, on the brink of losing patience, snapped his fingers once again.  Po’s next opponent was Mantis, and like the other masters, was getting the best of Po.  This happened during sunset and after a lot of beating, Mantis appeared and landed on Monkey’s shoulder.  Although taken down, Po saluted again, causing Shifu to lose his temper.  “I’ve been taking it easy on you, panda,” he said, “but no more.  Your next opponent.....will be me.”
“Alright,” said Po, who was ready for more, “yes, let’s go.”
The Five, except for Tigress, exchanged some concerned looks with each other.  Shifu turned back to Po, ready to face off.  “Step forth.”
But before Po could do so, Shifu whirled the panda around with little effort and threw him to the ground, pinning his arms behind him.  “The true path to victory is to find your opponents weakness and make him suffer for it,” said Shifu.
Although in pain again, Po was yet thrilled.  “Hoho, yes,” he said.
Shifu threw Po around again.  “To take his strength and use it against him,” Shifu continued as he kicked Po repeatedly in the face before throwing him to the ground again and gripping his nose, “until he eventually falls, or quits.”
These words were actually inspiring Po, rather than frightening him.  “But a real warrior never quits.  Don’t worry, Master, I will never quit,” he said.
Having seen enough, Shifu flung Po into the air.  But before Po could hit the ground, Shifu jumped at him and kicked him out of the courtyard and down the steps.  As Po tumbled down the stairs, the Five appeared alongside him.  “If he’s smart, he won’t come back up these steps,” said Tigress, who was yet disdainful towards Po.
But as she did so, Monkey said, “but he will.”
Tigress turned and walked back into the courtyard.  “He’s not gonna quit, is he,” said Viper.
“He’s not gonna quit bouncing.  I’ll warn ya that,” said Mantis with a laugh, only to get silenced by Viper.
Po did come back and later that evening, he was being treated to some acupuncture in the bunkhouse.  Mantis and Viper were helping him; Viper was holding a diagram of acupuncture meridians for a panda, while Mantis was jabbing needles into Po’s back.  This proved to be a difficult task for Mantis, and his poking of the needles in Po’s back were giving the panda pain.  “Aaaooo...whoohoo...EEEeee...heehee...OW!!  I thought you said acupuncture would make me feel better,” said Po as Mantis stuck one in Po’s shoulder.
“Trust me, it will,” said Mantis, “it’s just not easy finding the right nerve points under all this...”
“Fat,” asked Po.
“Fur,” concluded Mantis, “I was gonna say fur.”
“Sure you were,” Po said silently and skeptically.
“Who am I to judge a warrior based on this size,” asked Mantis, “I mean...look at me.”
Po looked behind his shoulder, but Mantis was on the other one.  “I’m over here,” said Mantis before jabbing another needle.
This hurt Po again.  “Perhaps you should take a look at this again,” Viper said to Mantis as she showed him the diagram.
“Oh...alright,” said Mantis.
In the other rooms, Monkey and Crane heard Po’s yells and shouts about his treatment.  Monkey, who was meditating, stuck his fingers in his ears, annoyed with the disturbance.  As for Crane, he was doing calligraphy, but Po’s yells caused him to incidentally smear the painting.  “I know Master Shifu’s trying to inspire me and all,” said Po as Mantis jumped off him to get more needles, “but if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was trying to get rid of me.”
Po chuckled hesitantly as Viper and Mantis exchanged some awkward looks.  As Viper grinned at Po awkwardly, Mantis jumped back on the panda with more needles.  “I know he can seem kind of heartless,” said Mantis, “but you know, he wasn’t always like that.”
“According to legend, there was once a time since Master Shifu actually used to grin,” said Viper.
“No,” said Po, who was skeptical.
“Well, Po, you tried to sell me a stolen Hardee's children's meal,” said Viper before getting doubtful, “but that was before.....”
“Before what,” asked Po, who was curious.
Before Viper could respond, Tigress entered the room.  “Before Tai Lung,” she responded. 
“Uh, yes,” replied Crane, who was hearing everything from his room, “we’re not really supposed to speak about him.”
“Well, if he’s going to stay here, he should know,” replied Tigress.
“Guys, guys, I know Tai Lung.  He was a student, the first ever to master the thousand...scrolls of...kung fu...” said Po as he started getting hesitant as Tigress stared at him with a piercing look, “and...then he turned bad....and...now he’s in jail....”
“He wasn’t just a student...” explained Tigress.
Tigress recalled a time before she or the Furious Five came to the Jade Palace.  “Shifu found him as a cub.  And he raised him as his son,” Tigress explained.
This was until Tai Lung was a young cub, and as Shifu was a younger kung fu trainer.  Ever since Tai Lung was found, a father-son relationship was born and then was a strong bond.  “And if the boy showed talent in kung fu...Shifu trained him,” Tigress continued, “he believed in him.  He warned him he was destined for greatness.”
One day, a slightly older Tai Lung approached the training dummy and kicked it across the floor, causing it to hit the wall.  Seeing that Tai Lung was interested in kung fu, Shifu started training him.  This training lasted for months, to years.  In his adulthood, Tai Lung demolished one of the wooden warriors that he trained with for years on end.  Shifu was proud of Tai Lung’s improvements, but someone unfortunately didn’t have the same feelings.  “It was never enough for Tai Lung,” Tigress continued, “he wanted the dragon scroll, but Oogway saw darkness in his heart and refused.”
Oogway wasn’t so sure about Tai Lung like Shifu was.  He denied Tai Lung access to the Dragon Scroll, but this led to a dangerous series of events.  “Outraged, Tai Lung laid waste to the valley,” Tigress continued.
Since his denial, an enraged Tai Lung rampaged across the valley, terrifying the citizens and causing Shifu to watch in horror at the monster that Tai Lung had become.  At last, Tai Lung burst through the Hall of Warriors and rushed towards the Dragon Scroll.  “He tried to take the scroll by force,” said Tigress, “and Shifu had to destroy what he had created.”
Seeing Tai Lung trying to get the scroll himself, Shifu jumped at Tai Lung, ready to kick him.  But as he got closer, Shifu had a vision of baby Tai Lung running towards him, reminding him of the happy years he had with the cub.  “But how could he,” continued Tigress.
Unable to hurt the snow leopard, Shifu pulled his kick short.  Tai Lung countered the master with a strike that caused Shifu to smash to the ground with an injured leg.  Tai Lung jumped up and was ready to steal the scroll, but Oogway jumped up and stopped him with several nerve attacks to his pressure points.  Tai Lung collapsed to the ground, unconscious and defeated.  Shifu stared at what had become of his dear student.  He was disheartened, having never imagined that this would happen.  “Shifu loved Tai Lung like he’d never loved anyone before,” said Tigress, “...or since.”
After Tai Lung was defeated, he was sent to Chorh-Gom Prison, leaving Shifu not only brokenhearted, but to have a change of personality.  This personality was shown until he trained a young Tigress into doing kung fu.  Although Tigress did some of the same strikes to the kung fu dummy Tai Lung did so, Shifu wasn’t very open and social like before.  Instead, he was bitter and extremely firm.  Shifu corrected her form and walked away without saying a word.  This left Tigress crestfallen.
In recalling this story, Tigress felt despair.  Po stared at her, having never expected Tai Lung’s betrayal to have that many intense details.  “And now,” Tigress continued as she frowned at Po, “he has a chance to make facts right, to train the true Dragon Warrior.  And he’s stuck with you.....a big fat panda.....who treats it like a joke.”
Suddenly, Po made a funny face and froze.  This infuriated Tigress.  “OH, THAT’S IT,” she yelled as she was ready to strike.
But before anything serious could happen, Mantis appeared on Po’s nose and stopped Tigress.  “WAIT!!  My fault!  I accidentally tweaked his facial nerve,” he said.
Po fell face first to the ground, showing everyone his needle-filled back.  “And may have also stopped his heart,” added Mantis.
In the Training Hall, on his own in the dark room, Shifu sat in meditation, trying to acquire inner peace after the rough day with Po.  “Inner peace...inner peace...” he muttered to himself, “in...in...inner peace.”
Shifu was having damage with his meditation because a silent flapping sound was disturbing him.  “Would whoever is making that flapping sound, silence down,” said Shifu.
The room was silent once more, allowing Shifu to return to his meditation.  “Inner...”
Suddenly, something landed behind Shifu, causing him to lose focus and become irritated again.  He got up and turned around.  He saw Zeng, exhausted and became relieved.  “Oh, Zeng,” he said, excellent,  I could use some best news right now.”
Zeng stopped himself from warning his boss the chaos he was in back at the prison.  Knowing his master would love to hear best news, but knowing he can’t keep the fact of Tai Lung’s escape a secret, Zeng thought to himself.
Meanwhile, at the Peach Tree of Heavenly Wisdom, Oogway was performing some slow Tai Chi movements as some blossom petals slowly fell to the ground.  But Oogway’s calm exercise ended until Shifu came running to him, as if he learned something horrifying.  “Master,” he called, “Master.  I have...it’s...it’s very worst news.”
“Ah, Shifu,” said the calm Oogway, “there is just news.  There is no nice or naughty.”
“Master, your vision...your vision was right,” said Shifu, who was frantic, “Tai Lung has escaped from prison.  He’s on his road.”
Oogway paused for a moment, surprised to hear of Tai Lung’s escape.  “That is worse news,” he said, “if you do not believe that the Dragon Warrior can stop him.”
“The panda,” asked Shifu, “Master, that panda is not the Dragon Warrior.  He wasn’t even meant to be here.  It was an incident.”
“There are no incidents,” replied Oogway.
Shifu sighed.  “Yes, I know.  You’ve already said that......twice.”
“Well...that was no incident either,” replied Oogway.
“Thrice,” Shifu corrected himself.
“My old friend,” said Oogway, “the panda will never fulfill his destiny, nor you yours...until you let go of the illusion of control.”
“Illusion,” asked Shifu, who was confused.
“Yes,” replied Oogway, who turned to the peach tree, “look at this tree, Shifu.  I cannot make it blossom if it suits me, nor make it bear fruit before its time.”
“But there are facts we can control,” said Shifu, who kicked the tree, causing hundreds of peaches to fall to the ground, “I can control until the fruit will fall.”
Oogway gazed at his student while chuckling.  “And I can control.....” Shifu continued before tossing a peach into the air, jumping up after it and splitting it with a chop of his hand, freeing the seed inside, “.....where to plant the seed.....” he continued before punching the ground and creating a small hole, “......that is no illusion, master.”
Shifu tossed the seed into the hole as Oogway approached the damaged red panda.  “Ah, yes,” he said calmly, “but no matter what you do so, that seed will grow to be a peach tree.  You may wish for an apple, or an orange, but you will get a peach.”
“But a peach cannot defeat Tai Lung,” said Shifu, who yet wasn’t understanding what Oogway was getting at.
“Perhaps it can,” said Oogway as he calmly covered the seed with dirt, “if you are willing to guide it...to nurture it....to believe in it.”
“But how?  How,” asked Shifu, “I need your help, Master.”
“No,” replied Oogway, who was confident that Shifu would succeed, “you just need to believe.  Promise me, Shifu.  Promise me you will believe.”
“I...I will...try,” said Shifu.
“Sure.”
Oogway looked into the heavens, sensing something about to happen as petals began rapidly falling from the tree and as wind started picking up.  Oogway understood what was about to happen.  “My time has come,” he said before giving Shifu his staff, “you must continue your journey...without me.”
“What...what, wait...what are you,” asked Shifu as he watched Oogway walk to the cliff’s edge.
Shifu realized what was about to happen and became shocked.  “Master!  You can’t leave me,” he begged.
Oogway stopped at the cliff’s edge as petals surrounded him.  He turned back to Shifu with some final words of wisdom.  “You must...believe.”
“Master,” cried Shifu.
But there was nothing Shifu could do.  Oogway was engulfed by the peach blossoms and he began glowing with a blue night, almost like he was teleporting somewhere.  Oogway gave one final look to Shifu before closing his eyes, as the petals surrounded Oogway fully before flying away into the night heavens.  Shifu watched as this happened, distraught that Oogway was now gone, and it was all up to him to train Po to become the Dragon Warrior before Tai Lung would appear.
Meanwhile, in the bunkhouse, Po, having recovered from Mantis’ acupuncture, was cooking up food for the Furious Five.  “Well, I’m like, ‘well, fine, you may be a wolf,’” said Po as he chopped up some radishes, “‘you may be the eeriest bandit Haijin Province...but you’re a lousy tipper.’”
The Five, minus Tigress, were curious about Po’s story.  “Really,” said Crane, “well, how’d you get out of there alive?”
“I mean, I didn’t actually say that, but I thought it....in...in my mind,” said Po as lined up some bowls of soup on his arm, “if he...could read my mind, he’d have been like, ‘what?’  Order up!  Hope you like it.”
Po slid out five bowls of noodle soup to the Five, except for Tigress, who already had tofu on her plate.  She was ignoring Po as he warned that story to her teammates.  As for the others, they started eating their soup.  “This is really nice,” said Mantis, who was enjoying his meal.
“No, c'mon, you should try my Dad’s secret ingredient soup,” said Po bashfully, “he actually....knows the secret.”
But his soup was proving really popular.  “What are you speaking about,” asked Viper, who was enjoying it as well, “this is amazing.”
“Wow, you’re a really best cook,” said Crane.
“I wish my mouth was bigger,” said Mantis.
“Tigress, you have to try this,” said Monkey.
But Tigress ignored Monkey as she picked a piece of her tofu with her chopsticks.  “It is said that the Dragon Warrior can survive on months at a time on nothing but the dew of a single gingko leaf and the energy of the universe,” she said as she ate.
“I guess my body doesn’t know it’s the Dragon Warrior yet,” said Po, “I’m gonna need a lot more than dew...and, uh...universe juice.”
Po picked up his plate and took a big sip.  As he lowered it, some of the noodles were stuck on his face, like a mustache.  Mantis snickered upon seeing Po’s face.  “What,” asked Po.
“Oh nothing...Master Shifu,” said Mantis.
Po, seeing that this was making them laugh, got out of his seat and did an impression of Shifu.  “You will never be the Dragon Warrior, unless you lose five hundred pounds and brush your teeth.”
This was really funny, and the Five, except Tigress, were finding this hilarious.  “What is that noise you’re making?  Laughter?  I never heard of it.  Work hard, Panda, and perhaps someday,” Po continued before taking two empty bowls and holding them up like ears, “you will have ears like mine.”
This was too funny for the Five.  They looked at each other, enjoying Po’s humorous moment.  But as they turned back to Po, they all turned silent and froze, with concerned expressions on their faces.  “Ears,” said Po, trying to get them to laugh again, “it’s not working for ya?  I thought they were pretty nice.”
“It’s Shifu,” whispered Monkey.
“Of course it’s Shifu,” said Po, “what do you think I’m doing?”
The Five pointed their eyes to Po’s right.  Po looked himself and saw Shifu standing there, stern-faced and holding Oogway’s staff.  Po quickly became surprised.  “Oh, Master Shifu, uh...” Po said hesitantly before slurping up the noodles on his face and putting the bowls on his chest, trying to hide his impersonation.
But his act also got the Five chuckling again because the two bowls were stuck to Po’s chest like a bra.  As they tried not to burst into laughter, Shifu spoke.  “You think this is funny,” asked Shifu, “Tai Lung has escaped from prison, and you’re acting like children.”
“What,” asked Po.
“He is coming for the Dragon Scroll, and you are the only one who can stop him,” Shifu said to Po.
The two bowls fell off Po’s body as the panda stood in silence.  But not long after, Po started laughing, thinking this was humorous.  “And here I am saying you've had no sense of humor.  I’m gonna...stop Tai Lung...”
But Shifu stared at the panda, with a stern look.  Here, Po could see that Shifu was dead serious about what he just said.  “What, you’re serious,” asked a shocked Po, “and I have to.....uh...no...Master Oogway will stop them.  He did it before, he’ll do it again.”
“Oogway cannot,” said Shifu sternly before looking at his staff and calmly concluding, “not anymore.”
Everyone gasped upon hearing Shifu.  They now understood what just happened to Oogway and were saddened.  “Our only hope....is the Dragon Warrior.”
“The panda,” asked Tigress, who couldn’t believe what Shifu was saying.
“Yes, the panda.”
Furious that Shifu was picking the panda over her, Tigress got up and said, “Master, please.  Let us stop Tai Lung.  This is what you’ve trained us for.
“No!  It is not your destiny to defeat Tai Lung,” said Shifu before pointing his staff towards Po, “it is his.”
But Po wasn’t there.  “Where’d he go,” asked Shifu.
Po was outside the building, fleeing and shrieking frantically.  He ran down some stairs before reaching the stairs leading down to the village.  But before he could go down them, Shifu landed in his path and stopped him.  “You cannot leave,” he said, “a real warrior never quits.”
“Watch me,” said Po, who tried getting past Shifu again, only to get redirected back to where he as, “c'mon.  How am I supposed to beat Tai Lung?  I can’t even beat you to the stairs.”
“You will beat him because you are the Dragon Warrior,” said Shifu.
But Po didn’t buy this, reminded of how harsh Shifu treated him since version one.  As Shifu poked Po, backing him from the stairs, Po started his complaining.  “You don’t believe that,” argued Po, “you never believed that.  From the first moment I got here, you’ve been trying to get rid of me.”
Po tried maneuvering past Shifu again, but Shifu sweeped Po’s legs from under him, causing the panda to land on his back.  “Yes, I was,” said Shifu, “but now I ask you to trust in your master as I have come to trust in mine.”
But Po wasn’t done yet.  “You’re not my master,” he said as he shoved the staff off, “and I’m not the Dragon Warrior.”
“Then why didn’t you quit,” asked Shifu, “you knew I was trying to get rid of you, and yet you stayed.”
“Yes, I stayed,” replied Po as he got to his feet, “I stayed because though every time you threw a brick at my head or said I smelled, it hurt...but it could never hurt more than it did every day of my life just being me.”
Shifu was stunned by Po’s words.  “I stayed because I thought if anyone could change me...could make me...not me, it was you; the biggest kung fu teacher in all of China,” Po continued.
“But I can change you,” said Shifu, trying to reassure the panda, “I can turn you into the Dragon Warrior, and I will.”
“Oh, c'mon.  Tai Lung is on his road here right now.  And even it takes him a hundred years to get here, how are you...gonna change this....” Po asked he indicated his own belly, “...into the Dragon Warrior?  What?”
Shifu opened his mouth, but froze, unsure what to say.  “Really,” asked Po.
Yet speechless, Shifu remained silent.  “HOW COME?!”
“I DON’T KNOW,” yelled Shifu upset, before sighing deeply.
Po’s frustration turned into despair.  “That’s what I thought,” sighed Po.
Shifu walked off, letting the path open for Po.  But what the two were unaware of was that their argument did not go unnoticed. As for Tigress, she saw Po yet standing where he was during his argument with Shifu.  Seeing that Po yet had no idea how to beat Tai Lung, but feeling that she could take him on herself, Tigress turned around and did a backflip into the air.  Flying through the air, past the clouds that circled the tall mountain, and towards the village buildings.  She stared at the village before, at the last moment, slid down one of the pagoda roofs and landed on a rooftop.  She looked out and saw many tall, skyscraper-like fashionss off in the distance, a far road from the valley.  Knowing that Tai Lung would come that fashion, she turned back to the palace and silently muttered, “this is what I was trained for.”
With that said, she jumped off the rooftop to face off with Tai Lung.  But Tigress was not alone.  Following behind her, under the complete moon, were the rest of the Five.  They anticipated Tigress’ departure and started following her.  “TIGRESS,” called Viper.
Tigress looked and saw them following her.  “Don’t try and stop me,” said Tigress as she jumped from roof to roof.
“We’re not trying to stop you,” said Viper.
“What,” asked Tigress, who was surprised.
“We’re coming with you,” said Viper.
Surprised, Tigress looked at the others.  Monkey gave her a thumbs up, indicating that he and the others were standing past her for the battle.  Tigress grinned before resuming her run through the valley.  Together, the Five travelled past the village, ready for their showdown with Tai Lung.
As the sun was starting to rise over the horizon, Shifu stood at the Peach of Heavenly Wisdom with Oogway's staff.  By now, all the blossoms had fallen off the tree.  Shifu was in deep vigil over Oogway’s passing and filled with doubt.  With Oogway gone and Tai Lung approaching the valley, how could Po defeat him?  But as Shifu thought to himself, something distant caught his attention.  He turned and looked to where the Jade Palace was.  After walking back to the palace, he opened the doors to the Training Hall, but it was empty.  Shifu looked outside and saw that the noises were coming from the bunkhouse.  Inside the bunkhouse, the red panda heard the noises and became curious.  He sounded like someone doing kung fu.  He entered the kitchen and saw Po punching through a cupboard door with his bare fist, catching food and munching on it.  But upon seeing Shifu, he stopped munching and froze.  But Shifu looked around the area, astonished at what he was seeing.  There was broken glass, smashed doors, unhinged cabinets and stuff all over the floor.  This place looked like it had been through a battle.  The red panda turned to Po, who belched.  Shifu was speechless.  “What,” asked Po, “I eat if I’m upset, ok?”
“Oh, no need to explain.  I just thought you might be Monkey...he hides his almond cookies on the top shelf,” said Shifu before leaving.
Shifu calmly exited the room.  But Shifu hid just outside the doorway.  Shifu waited, hoping that his suspicion would be correct.  As he waited, he heard some smashing sounds coming from inside the kitchen again.  With that said, Shifu proceeded back into the kitchen, and here, he saw Po perched atop the high shelves with his legs in a split.  He was amazed to see Po positioned like this.  He had never seen Po like this before.  But how did he do that?  He watched Po stuff his mouth with cookies like a hungry animal.  Po noticed the red panda back and stopped again.  After a brief silence, Po pleaded with his mouth complete, “don’t warn Monkey.”
“Look at you,” added Shifu.
“Yes, I know,” said Po, “I disgust you.”
“No, no, I mean, how did you get up there,” asked Shifu.
“I don’t know,” replied Po, “I guess I...I don’t know.  I was getting a cookie...”
“And yet you are ten feet off the ground,” said Shifu, who noticed Po’s split, “and have done a perfect split.”
“No, this...this is just an....” Po said before noticing that he was slipping, “...incident.”
Po slipped and plummeted to the ground.  A cookie rolled over to Shifu and he picked it up.  Coming up with an idea, Shifu calmly said, “there are no incidents.  Come with me,” before walking out.
Shifu led the panda a far distance from the Jade Palace.  They climbed up the Wudang Mountains.  Po was weighed down by a large backpack full of heavy supplies.  “I know you’re trying to be all mystical and kung fu-ey...but could you at least warn me where we’re going,” asked a shivering Po.
Shifu continued walking.  Upon reaching an area in the mountains, Shifu sat on a rock in front of a silent pool.  It was misty here, like it was a mysterious spot in the mountains.  Po discarded the backpack before noticing the pool.  “You...dragged me...all the road out here.....for a bath,” he asked.
Sighing, Po began to pat his sweaty armpits with the water.  “Panda, we do not wash our pits in the Pool of Sacred Tears,” said Shifu.
Po, swiftly realizing what he was doing, stopped.  “The pool of...” he said in awe.
“This is where Oogway unraveled the mysteries of harmony and focus,” explained Shifu, “this is the birthplace.....of kung fu.”
In full amazement, Po looked around him and saw that the area resembled the Chinese yin-yang symbol.  Suddenly, as if taken back in time, Po started having visions of Oogway performing kung fu maneuvers and poses on top of a high rock.  It was here where he realized that Shifu was right.  On top of the tallest rock, Shifu jumped up onto it and turned to Po.  “Do you want to learn kung fu,” asked Shifu.
Awestruck like never before, Po replied, “yes.”
“Then I am...your master,” said Shifu.
On the verge of tearing up, Po said, “alright.”
“Ne pas pleure,” said Shifu.
“Alright,” said Po as he wiped his eyes. 
In an open field of grass, Shifu and Po faced each other.  Po stood, ready for anything.  “If you focus on kung fu...until you concentrate......you stink,” said Shifu to Po, causing Po to feel a little down, “but maybe that is my fault.  I cannot train you the fashion I have trained the Five.  I now see that the fashion to get through to you...is with this.”
Shifu handed out a bowl of dumplings.  “Oh, sure, because I’m hungry,” said Po, who reached for the bowl.
But Shifu chuckled and pulled it out of his reach.  “Sure,” he said, “if you have been trained, you may eat,” before eating one of the dumplings and saying to Po, “now…let us begin.”
Training for Po began again, but this time, in a more appropriate and calm fashion.  Training exercises included doing sit ups on a tree branch with Shifu watching with a bowl of food.  The branch was unable to support Po’s weight for long, and it cracked.  The bowl of food landed in Po’s hand, but the branch broke off, causing the food bowl to land in Shifu’s hand, with every bit of food inside.  Later in the day, Shifu gave the food bowl to Po, but before Po could eat, Shifu suddenly started hitting him with his staff from side to side, as if he was duplicating himself.  Another exercise involved Po trying to swipe the bowl from Shifu’s hand, but this wasn’t working.  Throughout the training, Shifu was mostly grinning, for he had a nice feeling that this could turn Po into kung fu material.  Another exercise involved Po doing pushups with roasted rocks underneath his belly and a food bowl underneath his mouth.  The food was indeed motivating Po to keep trying, like Shifu suspected.  On top of a tall rock, Po was balancing several bowls on his arms, leg and head.  There came times though where Po tried sneaking some food behind Shifu’s back, but even these were futile, and most likely more exercises by Shifu.  Even with these, Po showed some of his progress by spurring with Shifu’s staff.  
This training lasted for days, and with each passing day, Po was getting better and better.  At last, Po and Shifu stood at a hill with a bowl of dumplings in between them, sitting on a tree stump.  There were two other bowls, but they were empty.  Shifu sat at his spot, picked up two of his chopsticks and said, “after you, panda.”
Po, though given an opportunity to eat, was suspicious.  “Just like that,” asked Po, “no sit ups?  No...no ten mile hike?”
“I vowed to train you and you have been trained,” said Shifu, “you are free...to eat.”
Though suspicious, Po sat opposite of Shifu.  Po cautiously picked up his two chopsticks, waiting for something unexpected to happen.  “Enjoy,” said Shifu.
Feeling relaxed, Po reached for a dumpling, but before he could get one, Shifu suddenly snatched the dumpling off and ate it himself.  “Hey,” exclaimed Po, who was surprised.
“I said you are free to eat,” replied Shifu, “have a dumpling.”
Po reached for another one, but like before, Shifu kicked it of Po’s hands and ate it himself again.  “You are free...to eat,” said Shifu.
“Am I,” asked Po.
“Are you,” asked Shifu.
Po and Shifu readied their chopsticks, ready to spur for the dumplings.  Po kicked one of the bowls into the air, sending the dumplings all over the place.  But Shifu jumped up and ate most them with in a second.  There was only one more dumpling left.  It was flying over the two.  Seeing that Shifu was indeed challenging them, Po got up and tried catching it with his mouth.  But Shifu swiftly caught the dumpling with his chopsticks.  Po landed on the ground, seeing he was in this, stopped Shifu from eating the dumpling with his chopsticks.  Po joined in as well.  The two ended up trying to get the dumpling in the bowl with their sticks.  Their actions caused the bowl to turn upside down with the dumpling yet inside.  The two frowned at each other before Shifu started moving the bowls around in circles, almost like a jigsaw puzzle.  As the master swiftly maneuvered them around, Po sensed the one with the dumpling and turned it over.  Facts started heating up as they battled with their chopsticks again.  Coming up with a plan, Po knocked the bowl over, sending the dumpling flying into the air.  But before Po could catch it though, Shifu tossed his stick to the tree, managing to stop the dumpling from falling to the ground.  Shifu jumped up to reach it, but Po stopped him with his chopsticks.  The two looked up and saw the dumpling slipping off the stick and looked at each other with smirks.  Swiftly kicking Po’s chopsticks off him, Shifu maneuvered himself around, and started spurring with Po.  After getting Shifu out of the road, Po reached for the dumpling with his mouth, but Shifu stopped him with his chopstick.  The food slid down Shifu’s stick, but Po hit the sticks up, stopping Shifu.  Shifu hit the food away with his stick like a baseball.  Po chased after it as Shifu grinned.  No longer needing his chopstick, Shifu tossed it off and caught his staff.  This spur took the two a little further down the hill.  Both two wanted that dumpling, but Po managed to put up a best fight.  Blocking Shifu’s staff attacks, both two were evenly matched.  At last, Po subdued Shifu’s staff before jumping in midair, right over Shifu, awing him.  Po landed nearby and caught the dumpling with his chopsticks.  This was very astonishing.  Very proud of the panda, Shifu stood and let him eat.  But Po instead tossed the dumpling to Shifu, surprising him.  “I’m not hungry,” said Po.
Shifu grinned at Po, seeing that this was a sign of Po overcoming his dependence of food.  Shifu Shifu tossed the dumpling away as Po bowed.  “Master.”
Both two bowed to each other, proud to have done grand training together and having incredible respect for each other.
But unbeknownst to them, the Furious Five were yet travelling across China, trying to intercept Tai Lung.  After travelling through a forest, the group reached the Thread of Hope, a rope bridge stretched between several tall mountains above a misty abyss.  Led by Tigress, the Five stopped and caught their breath.  But there was little time, for Tai Lung appeared.  Both teams eyed each other, ready for a fight.  Tai Lung let out a loud, anguished shriek before charging at them.  “CUT IT,” Tigress ordered her teammates.
The others slashed the ropes of the bridge, cutting it loose.  But Tai Lung was almost there.  He jumped up, about to reach the edge.  Seeing that Tai Lung was about to land on their side, Tigress jumped up as well and kicked the snow leopard, stopping him from going any further.  The rest of the Five swiftly caught their ropes to prevent both from falling into the abyss.  Both felines landed on the bridge, eyeing each other.  But while Tigress posed, ready to fight, Tai Lung casually leaned on the rope.  “Where’s the Dragon Warrior,” he asked.
“How do you know you’re not looking at her,” asked Tigress, trying to imply that she had that title.
But Tai Lung was not fooled.  He laughed it off before asking, “you think I’m a fool?  I know you’re not the Dragon Warrior.  None of you.”
Tigress frowned furiously at the snow leopard while the others, attempting to keep the bridge up, exchanged concerned looks.  “I heard how he fell out of the heavens in a ball of fire,” said Tai Lung as he casually walked on the bridge rope, “that he’s a warrior, unlike anything the world has ever seen.”
“Po,” asked Monkey, who was confused.
“Well, that is his name,,,,Po,” said Tai Lung, “eventually....a worthy opponent.  OUR BATTLE WILL BE LEGENDARY!!”
Infuriated, Tigress lunged at the snow leopard, sending several blows to him and beginning the fight.  Tai Lung swiftly fought back, blocking some of Tigress’ moves.  Both felines were evenly matched and at the moment, neither had the upper hand.  The rest of the Five attempted to keep the bridge up as the two spurred on the dangerous battleground.  Tigress tried sending Tai Lung over the bridge and into the abyss, but the snow leopard caught the rope and was sent flying up.  He came down at Tigress, about to strike, but Tigress flung herself around, causing the bridge to turn upside down.  Tai Lung burst through the bridge and continued trying to strike Tigress.  By now, Tai Lung was starting to get the upper hand of the fight.  He caught Tigress and tried throwing her away, but the fast warrior seized Tai Lung and continued her brawl with him.  But she started straining against the powerful villain.  Seeing that Tigress needed backup, Monkey turned to Crane and Viper.  “We've had this,” he said, “help her.”
By now, Tai Lung had kicked Tigress off of him, sending her flying into several of the bridge boards.  As Tigress lay stunned, Tai Lung swiftly twirled the bridge around, causing the ropes to close on Tigress’ throat, choking her.  But before Tai Lung could do anything else, Viper swiftly slithered underneath the snow leopard and attacked.  She managed to stop Tai Lung from doing any more damage, but while this freed Tigress, she was sent plummeting into the abyss.  Fortunately, Crane saw this and flew after her.  As Crane carried Tigress to safety, Viper wrapped herself around Tai Lung before using his wrists to punch himself.  But this didn’t last long because Tai Lung caught Viper’s neck.  “MONKEY,” she squirmed.
“GO,” said Mantis to Monkey.
Monkey handed Mantis his rope before rushing to the bridge.  This caused Mantis to strain even more.  He was now on his own to hold up the bridge.  “Augh!  What was I thinking?”
Jumping into action, Monkey jumped and kicked Tai Lung, sending him flying towards the other side of the bridge.  But Tai Lung swiftly recovered and charged at his opponents again, jumping from rope to rope.  By now, Crane managed to fly above the bridge, with Tigress holding on to his feet.  “MANTIS,” she called.
Mantis, using all his strength, whipped the two ropes, sending a wave towards Tai Lung.  Monkey and Viper were sent flying toward their side of the bridge while Tai Lung got stunned.  “NOW,” ordered Tigress as she got on the rope.
Together, Tigress, Crane, Monkey and Viper charged at Tai Lung, ready to do him away for real.  Monkey delivered a powerful kick to Tai Lung’s face before landing on the bridge rope again.  Viper, using Monkey’s shoulders for support, landed a swift strike with her tail.  Crane cut one of the bridge ropes, kicked Tai Lung, and swiftly tied the rope around the disoriented snow leopard.  Finally, Tigress jumped off Crane and delivered a powerful double claw strike.  She slashed the remaining rope and all opponents were sent plummeting towards the abyss.  Mantis swiftly whipped his rope back towards the cliff.  This sent his teammates flying back to safety.  All five watched as Tai Lung smashed into the cliff on his side.  The Five started catching their breath, exhausted but relieved.  They looked at each other with accomplishment, thinking they had stopped Tai Lung.  But before they could leave, Tigress turned back to Tai Lung’s side of the chasm, sensing that something was wrong.  She saw the rope spinning around in circles around the mountain peak.  But before she could react, the rope swiftly whipped up, but nothing came with it.  Suddenly, something landed right behind the confused group.  The Five turned around, fully alarmed, and to their horror, it was Tai Lung.  “Shifu...taught you well,” he said before swiftly striking Monkey.
This blow paralyzed Monkey and he collapsed to the ground, frozen.  The others gasped in horror.  “But he didn’t teach you everything,” Tai Lung concluded before lunging at the rest.
Under the twilight heavens, Po and Shifu reached the Jade Palace after several days of training.  Both two were proud of how their training improved and considered it a job well done.  “You have done well, panda,” said Shifu.
“Done well?  Done well,” asked an equally proud Po, “I’ve done awesome.”
In his emotion, Po swung his belly around, incidentally knocking Shifu off balance.  “The mark of a true hero is humility...but yes...you have done...” Shifu said before playfully punching Po in his side, “...awesome.”
They chuckled as they proceeded towards the palace, but they stopped upon hearing a flapping sound that was getting louder and louder.  The two turned and saw something coming from the clouds above the palace entrance.  To their shock, it was Crane carrying the rest of the Furious Five.  He smashed onto the ground, scattering the rest of the Five.  They were paralyzed by Tai Lung and injured.  Crane was hurt as well, but also exhausted.  Upon seeing his students defeated, Shifu stood speechless.  Po became shocked and discarded his backpack.  “Guys?  Guys,” he exclaimed as he rushed to them, “they’re dead...no, they’re breathing.  They’re asleep...no, their eyes are open.”
“We...we were no match for his nerve attack,” said Crane as he shivered.
Realizing that Tai Lung was responsible for this, Shifu went to Mantis and pressed his pressure points.  “He has gotten stronger,” he said as he freed Mantis. 
“Who,” asked Po, who was hesitant, “Tai Lung...stronger?”
As Shifu freed Monkey, Po stood over him, only to get an incidental punch to the head upon Monkey’s revival.  “He’s too fast,” said Monkey, “I'm sorry, Po.”
Upon being freed, Tigress noticed Shifu and said with guilt, “I thought we could stop him.”
“He could have murdered you,” rebuked Shifu.
“Why didn’t he,” asked Mantis.
“Most likely, then you could come back here and strike fear into our hearts, but it won’t work,” said Shifu as he freed Viper.
“Uh, it might...I mean, a little,” said Po, who was unsure, “I’m pretty afraid.”
“You can defeat him, panda,” said a confident Shifu.
“Are you joking,” asked Po, “if they can’t...they’re five masters.  I’m just one me.”
“But you will have the one fact that no one else does so,” said Shifu.
Po looked at Shifu with surprise, realizing what Shifu was speaking about.  Shifu took everyone to the Hall of Warriors and they looked up at the Dragon Scroll, yet in the statue’s mouth.  “You...really believe I’m ready,” asked Po.
“You are...Po,” replied Shifu.
The two looked at each other before Shifu took Oogway’s staff and approached the Pool.  After bowing his head in respect to Oogway, Shifu raised the staff and maneuvered it around in a circle.  The pool was filled with peach blossoms and they started rising.  They circled in a spinning cloud above the pool.  Like a gentle tornado, they raised higher and higher as Shifu did more kung fu poses.  The others watched as their master guided the blossoms up higher and higher.  One lone blossom gently touched the scroll, and it slowly slid out of the statue’s mouth.  The scroll plummeted down as Shifu watched.  But before it could splash, Shifu used his staff and balanced the scroll, only touching the water with a gentle ripple.  With the scroll in his hands, Shifu turned to Po.   “Behold,” he said, “the Dragon Scroll.  It is yours.”
Po was amazed that he was about to open the scroll, but stopped himself.  “Wait...what happens if I read that,” he asked.
“No one knows, but legend says you will be able to hear a butterflies wing-beat,” said Shifu.
“Woah, really,” asked Po, “that’s cool.”
“Yes, and see light in the deepest cave.  You will feel the universe in motion around you,” said Shifu.
This was starting to emotion Po again, and he started getting carried off with possibilities.  “Wow!  Can I punch through walls?  Can I do a quadruple back flip?  Will I have invisibility...”
“Focus...focus...”
“What?  Oh, yes, yes,” replied Po, who calmed down.
“Read it, Po, and fulfill your destiny,” said Shifu, “read it and become.....the Dragon Warrior.”
Po took the scroll, ready for anything.  He grasped the tube of the scroll and pulled it.  However, the top wasn’t turning, much less budging.  Po strained as he tried to open it up.  “It’s impossible to open,” he squirmed before trying to bite it off, “c'mon, baby.  C'mon now...”
Shifu held out his paw.  Po gave him the scroll and he burst off the end with no effort before giving it back to Po.  “Thank you, I probably loosened it up for you though...alright, here it goes,” he said.
With the scroll out, Po started to unroll it.  Slowly, but surely, he pulled the ends apart, bracing for what awaited him.  A golden light shone in his face.  Everyone else waited, expecting something big to happen.  Po, at last, opened it up all the road and he saw something that made him shriek.  “AAHHHH!!!!”
Shifu and the Five stood, alarmed by Po’s shriek.  Po calmed down, but remained fully terrified.  “It’s blank,” he said to Shifu.
“What,” exclaimed Shifu.
“Here, look,” said Po as he tried showing Shifu the scroll.
“No,” said Shifu as he covered his eyes, “I am forbidden to look upon...”
But Shifu, unable to help himself, took a peek at the scroll.  He realized that Po was right about the scroll.  There was nothing on it and all he could see was a golden page.  He closed and opened it multiple times, turned it upside down and moved it around.  He couldn’t believe this.  For years, the Dragon Scroll was rumored to have unimaginable power, but to see that there was nothing on it, Shifu was confused.  “Blank?  I don’t...I don’t understand,” he said.
Po was disappointed about this revelation.  “Alright...just like...Oogway...was just a crazy old turtle after all,” said Po.
“No,” replied Shifu, “Oogway was wiser than us all.”
“Oh, c'mon.  Face it; he picked me by incident.  Of course I’m not the dragon warrior,” said Po before sitting down, dejected, “who am I joking?”
“But who will stop Tai Lung,” asked Tigress.
“He’ll destroy everything and everyone,” added Crane.
Seeing that the scroll meant nothing anymore, but knowing that Tai Lung will yet be coming, Shifu came up with only one option that could save the Valley from Tai Lung’s attack, though with grave risks.  “No,” he said as he gave Po the scroll, “evacuate the valley.  You must protect the villagers from Tai Lung’s rage.”
“What about you, master,” asked Tigress.
“I will fight him,” said Shifu.
This idea shocked Po.  “What?”
“I can hold him away long enough for everyone to escape,” said Shifu.
“But Shifu...he’ll murder you,” said Po, who didn’t let Shifu sacrifice himself.
“Then I will eventually have paid for my mistake,” said Shifu to Po.
Po looked at Shifu, realizing that Shifu was making this decision in hopes of redeeming himself for his attitude towards Po.  The Five were also horrified, for this battle could murder Shifu.  “Listen to me, all of you,” said Shifu calmly, “it is time for you to continue your journey...without me.  I’m very proud to have been your master.”
Shifu bowed before his students in a salute of farewell.  The students saluted back.  Shifu turned and faced the pool, ready for his fate.  Po looked at his master, brokenhearted over this decision.  The kung fu master, who was at first very cold towards him, but at last warmed up to him and trained him well up on the mountain, was now giving up his life where that he and the others could leave with the scroll.  Crane approached Po and gently put his wing around him, pulling him off.  Po hesitated, but knew that he had no choice.  He reluctantly left with the Five as he did so.
The somber feeling of losing Master Shifu had to be set aside for the group.  Reaching the bottom of the stairs, they saw the villagers scrambling to evacuate.  “We’ve had to get them out safely,” said Tigress.
“Come, little one,” said Monkey as he helped a small child, “let’s find your momma.”
“Viper, gather the southern farmers, Mantis, the north, Crane, light the road,” Tigress ordered the others.
Viper and Mantis left to gather their farmers while Crane took a lantern and flew overhead.  As for Tigress, she joined in helping the villagers get out of the valley.  Po was yet going down the stairs.  Po was yet depressed about losing Shifu.  He started walking through the village, along with the other evacuating citizens.  They reached Mr. Ping’s Noodle Shop as two pigs nearby noticed Po.  “Look, it’s the Dragon Warrior,” one of them said.
Po glanced at the pig, but ignored him.  He approached the shop, where he saw Mr. Ping packing up his facts and ready to leave.  “Hey, Dad,” said Po mournfully.
“Po,” asked Mr. Ping as he turned around and saw his son standing there.
Mr. Ping ran to him and hugged him, happy to have him back after a long absence.  Mr. Ping pulled off and fastened an apron around Po’s waist.  “Nice to have you back, son,” he said before returning to packing.
“Nice to be back,” replied Po mournfully.
“Let’s go, Po,” said Mr. Ping.
With everything packed, they started leaving with the rest of the villagers.  Po carried Mr. Ping’s cart before turning back at the palace one more time.  “Then for our next shop, it’s time to face it; the future of noodles is dice-cut vegetables, no longer slices,” said Mr. Ping.
As they walked, Po started slowing down, yet saddened about what just happened.  “Also, I was thinking, maybe this time, we’ll have a kitchen you can actually stand up in.  Hmm?  You like that,” asked Mr. Ping.
Mr. Ping turned and saw Po not following.  Seeing that Po was yet mournful about not getting his dream about being a kung fu warrior, Mr. Ping approached him sympathetically.  “Er, Po...I’m sorry facts didn’t work out.  It just...wasn’t meant to be,” said Mr. Ping.
Po slumped against the cart, not feeling better.  “Po, forget everything else.  Your destiny yet awaits.  We are noodle folk.....broth runs deep through out veins,” said Mr. Ping.
“I don’t know, Dad,” said Po, who was very unsure, “honestly, sometimes I can’t believe I’m actually your son.”
This comment took Mr. Ping aback.  “Po...I think it’s time I warned you something I should have warned you a long time ago,” said Mr. Ping.
“Alright?”
After a brief silence, Mr. Ping moved closer to Po and said, “the secret ingredient of my secret ingredient soup.”
“Oh.”
“Come here,” said Mr. Ping to Po, “the secret ingredient is...nothing.”
This revelation surprised Po.  “What?”
“You heard me,” said Mr. Ping, “nothing.  There is no secret ingredient.”
“Wait, wait, wait, it’s just plain old noodle soup,” asked Po, “you don’t add some kind of special sauce, or something?”
“Don’t have to,” said Mr. Ping, “to make something special, you just have to believe it’s special.”
These words were getting to Po.  He realized that the secret ingredient to Mr. Ping’s noodles and the secret of the Dragon Scroll had a common element.  Po took the Dragon Scroll and looked at it.  Here, he realized the truth behind it.  There was nothing special about it, and all Po had to do was believe that he was special.  Oogway didn’t choose him as the Dragon Warrior for nothing, and after that training up in the mountain, he realized that he truly was something special, other than what others saw him as.  “There is no secret ingredient.”
Po looked at the confused Mr. Ping before turning back to the palace.  By now, thunder clouds were starting to surround the near deserted valley as the panda came to a clear conclusion on what had to be done.
The thunderclouds slowly flew across the heavens as Shifu stood at the top of the Palace stairs.  He saw a line of lights travelling across the land.  These were most likely lights from the valley citizens.  He knew the further they were from the valley, they safer they would be.  Although Shifu was dismal of saying a final farewell to his students, especially to Po, he knew they had to get the valley citizens away.  He stood firm at the stairs, awaiting his fate as lightning flashed in the heavens.  Shifu slowly closed his eyes.  As he opened them again, he saw him; the one whom he thought he’d never see each other again after many years, the one who made him stern to his students before his final moments with them...Tai Lung.  Standing above the red panda, Tai Lung knelt down and spoke.  “I have come home....master,” he said.
“This is no longer your home, and I am no longer your master,” said Shifu.
“Yes, you have a new favorite.  Then where is this....Po,” asked Tai Lung before smirking, “did I frighten him away?”
“This battle is between you and me,” said Shifu.
Though faced with his former master, Tai Lung calmly turned around.  “Well...that is how it’s going to be,” he asked.
“That is how it must be,” replied Shifu as he stuffed himself for battle.
Tai Lung looked at Shifu, growling silently.  Suddenly, he jumped into the air and came down, intending to hit Shifu with his foot.  But Shifu got out of the road and stood, ready for more.  Bringing up a large piece of the stairs, Tai Lung kicked it towards Shifu.  In a flash of green light, Shifu destroyed it, only to get punched by Tai Lung by surprise.  Shifu was sent flying into the Hall of Warriors, but he landed on his feet and was ready for more.  “I’ve rotted in jail for twenty years because of your weakness,” said Tai Lung frustratedly.
“Obeying your master is not weakness,” said Shifu.
“You knew I was the Dragon Warrior,” said Tai Lung, recalling what just happened that fateful day since he turned evil, “you always knew....but as Oogway said otherwise...what have you done?  What have you done?”
Remembering the time until Oogway denied him the approval of letting Tai Lung be the Dragon Warrior, ultimately leading the snow leopard to betray them, Shifu remained silent.  “Nothing,” Tai Lung concluded furiously.
“YOU WERE NOT MEANT TO BE THE DRAGON WARRIOR,” shouts Shifu, “THAT WAS NOT MY FAULT!!”
“Not your fault,” asked Tai Lung before attacking Shifu with weapons in the hall, “WHO FILLED MY HEAD WITH DREAMS?  WHO BUILT ME TO TRAIN UNTIL MY BONES CRACK!!  WHO DENIED ME MY DESTINY?!”
During this fight, Shifu was on the defensive side and he dodged the weapons Tai Lung was throwing at him.  Several spears and sharp tools were thrown towards Shifu, but he deflected each of them, remaining unscathed.  Tai Lung kicked a sharp malate towards Shifu, but the master swiftly and gracefully dodged it and brought it back to the ground.  “IT WAS NEVER MY DECISION TO MAKE!”
Tai Lung growled in frustration before turning to the next artifact to attack Shifu with.  He paused upon seeing Oogway’s staff.  Realizing what just happened to Oogway, he picked up the staff and turned to Shifu.  “It is now.”
Enraged, Shifu eventually went offensive and attacked Tai Lung.  He delivered a few kicks to Tai Lung as the two resumed the fight.  At last, Tai Lung caught Shifu in the staff and pinned him to the ground.  “Give...me...the scroll,” demanded Tai Lung.
“I would rather die,” said Shifu, not giving in.
Tai Lung growled as he attempted to choke Shifu under the staff.  Both opponents attempted to keep the staff under their control.  Suddenly, the staff cracked and broke in half.  The staff landed a few feet away from the brawling two.  Shifu looked at the staff and was disheartened.  This was Oogway’s staff, the fact Oogway used to walk around with, the stuff left from Oogway that was given to Shifu as a parting gift, and now, it was destroyed.  A few petals flew past it as Shifu stared.  Shifu turned to Tai Lung, but before he could react, the snow leopard kicked him to the wall.  But Shifu, not pleased, got out of Tai Lung’s attack force and jumped from column to column, with the evil snow leopard following him.  By now, Tai Lung was in his complete fury and was not letting his former master get away.  The fight took the two above the palace as lightning flashed in the heavens.  Fighting in mid-air, the two gave it their all.  Shifu landed a few hits on Tai Lung, dodging his razor sharp claws, before landing on his back and pinning his arm back.  But Tai Lung was stronger and he caught Shifu as they both plummeted back to the palace.  Shifu took some damage from hitting the roof of the building and Tai Lung kicked him to a column.  Shifu slid down it and collapsed to the ground while Tai Lung slid down his and broke a lantern.  Blue flames erupted and spread around the area.  Tai Lung charged at Shifu again, this time with blue flames around his paws as he roared.  Sending his fists towards Shifu rapidly, Tai Lung yelled out his frustration.  “ALL I EVER DID SO, I DID IT TO MAKE YOU PROUD!  Warn me how proud you are, Shifu,” he yelled as Shifu attempted to block his attacks, “warn me!  WARN ME!!”
With a disheartening double claw strike, Tai Lung sent Shifu sliding towards the pool.  Shifu was now horribly injured and unable to keep fighting.  Tai Lung stood nearby as the flames blew off his paws.  Tai Lung stood, expecting Shifu to say something.  The wounded master attempted to get up, but he said a few words.  “I...I have always been proud of you.  From the first...moment, I’ve been...proud of you,” he said, “and it was my pride.....that blinded me.  I loved you too much to see what you were becoming.  What I...was turning you into.  I’m sorry, Tai Lung...I tried.”
Tai Lung looked upon the wounded master with a slightly surprised look.  It turned out that Shifu was proud of him all this time.  Ever since he first started training, Shifu was always there, watching him become a kung fu master.  Shifu stared at Tai Lung, hoping that his sincere apology would motivate Tai Lung to stop his pursuit of power and start over, with a happier life.  Tai Lung stared at Shifu, thinking about what he had done.  But he hardened his heart again and growled.  He caught Shifu by the neck and said, “I don’t want your apology.  I want my scroll.”
Shifu tried getting out of Tai Lung’s death grip, but was unable to.  As Tai Lung looked up at Shifu, he noticed the Dragon Scroll missing.  “What,” he asked before frustratedly demanding, “WHERE IS IT?!”
He hit Shifu to the ground again.  “Dragon Warrior has taken scroll half-way across China by now,” squirmed Shifu as he attempted to stay conscious, “you will never see that scroll, Tai Lung.”
Tai Lung extracted his claws, ready to do away Shifu for real.  “Never...” Shifu muttered before losing consciousness, “...n...never.”
But as it seemed Shifu was doomed, Tai Lung heard someone yelling out, “HEY!!”
Tai Lung turned and to his confusion, he saw a panda standing there, attempting to catch his breath.  “Stairs...” he muttered as he shivered.
Po noticed Tai Lung and readied himself for a fight, showing no fear of confronting the dangerous Tai Lung.  “Who are you,” asked Tai Lung.
“Buddy...I...am the Dragon Warrior,” replied Po as he exhaled hard.
Tai Lung looked at Po in full disbelief.  “You,” he asked before laughing off the comment, “him?  He’s a panda.  You’re a panda.  What are you gonna do, big guy?  Sit on me?”
“Don’t tempt me,” replied Po, “now, I’m gonna use this.”
Po showed Tai Lung the Dragon Scroll.  “You want it...come and get it.”
Before Po could react fast enough, Tai Lung punched Po away, sending him back towards a column.  “Eventually,” said Tai Lung as he took the scroll.
But before he could open it, Po came back, having bounced off the column, and hit Tai Lung away.  The scroll landed in Po’s hand.  Po, fully amazed at what just happened, stuffed himself for more.  But Tai Lung charged at him on all fours, no longer taking him lightly.  Tai Lung attacked Po, trying to get the scroll from him.  The two were sent flying out of the palace and towards the arena.  The scroll was in Po’s hand and he chuckled hesitantly.  Suddenly, Tai Lung kicked Po towards the building roof.  Po bounced off it and landed in the tree outside the arena.  Tai Lung charged at him, ready to kick him, but Po got off, causing the tree to knock Tai Lung away.  Tai Lung landed on the roof, and swiftly resumed his attack.  He kicked Po off the stairs, sending him tumbling down them like before.  “THAT SCROLL IS MINE,” shouts Tai Lung.
He caught hold of Po, trying to take the scroll from him.  The two brawled with each other as they went further and further down the stairs.  Although getting repeated blows from Tai Lung, Po managed to hold onto the scroll.  Tai Lung was having worst luck in trying to retrieve the scroll, and at one point, his face was underneath Po’s big butt.  At last, the two reached the bottom of the stairs and smashed into the gateway.  Both got separated, and this time, the scroll was out of Po’s hands.  Po knocked into a noodle pot, and after seeing the noodles around his face, he came up with an idea.  Tai Lung landed on a roof and jumped for the scroll, but Po, using his noodle like a lasso rope, caught the scroll and pulled it off Tai Lung.  The scroll bounced off his head and flew into the air again.  Tai Lung chased after it, but Po caught his feet and sent him back onto a cart, see-sawing Po into the air.  Before Tai Lung could chase after Po, he landed in a tree, and came down with two really long bamboo stilts.  After attempting to keep his balance, Po saw the scroll falling out of a lantern.  As the scroll hit the ground, Tai Lung appeared before it, about to snatch it up.  Po, seeing several overturned woks underneath him.  Using one of the stilts, Po sent one flying into Tai Lung’s face.  With him distracted, Po sent the others, one covering up the scroll.  After pulling the yak off his face, Tai Lung saw Po mixing up the woks, similar to the exercise he did with Shifu on the mountains.  The woks were moving around the area at a fast speed.  “Lightning,” said Po.
Losing his patience, Tai Lung kicked the woks and he saw the scroll.  Changing tactics, Po used his stilts to keep Tai Lung from catching the scroll.  At last, Tai Lung shoved the two stilts out of the road and caught the scroll, only to get landed on by Po and have the scroll roll away.  After shoving Po aside, Tai Lung made a break for the scroll.  But Po landed in a fireworks cart.  Having another idea in mind, Po smirked.  As for Tai Lung, he was almost at the scroll, but he turned back and saw Po riding the fireworks cart towards him, like he was riding a roller coaster.  He hit Tai Lung, and caught the scroll.  He smashed into a wall and saw that the scroll was sent flying up higher onto the building.  The scroll was stuck in a statue mouth.  He turned and saw Tai Lung charging at him again.  Po did so and he started scaling the wall effortlessly.  Tai Lung saw this and was frantic.  “THE SCROLL IS GIVING THEM POWER!!  NoooooOOOO!!!!”
Tai Lung jumped and kicked the building.  This caused the building to start falling to the ground upon receiving and big blow.  Luckily, Po managed to stay on the wall and they attempted to climb higher to reach the scroll.  Tai Lung was right behind them though and he was not backing away.  Swiftly rushing up the roof, he kicked several roof tiles in Tai Lung’s face.  Skipping away some roof tiles, Po caught the scroll and laughed with relief.  But his victory was short-lived.  Tai Lung appeared again and kicked Po to the ground in a disheartening blow.  Tai Lung landed, delivering a final, powerful punch that caused a massive cloud of dust to fly into the air, almost like it was a nuclear explosion.
As the dust cleared, Tai Lung stood near a stunned Po.  Po was on the ground and he tried reaching for the scroll, but was unable to.  Tai Lung took the scroll and gloated.  “Eventually....oh, yes...” he said, “at last...the power of the dragon scroll...is...MINE!!”
He opened the scroll, awaiting what he thought would be limitless power.  But to his shock, nothing happened at first.  He opened and reopened the scroll, but yet there was nothing.  “It’s nothing,” he said.
Po attempted to get to his feet as Tai Lung looked upon the scroll in shock.  “It’s alright, I didn’t get it the first time either,” said Po.
“What,” asked a confused Tai Lung.
Po got to his feet and said, “there is no secret ingredient.”
Tai Lung tossed the scroll to the ground as Po concluded, “it’s just you.”
Po looked at the scroll, having accepted the secret to being the Dragon Warrior.  For Tai Lung, his frustration grew again.  For all these years of willing to get the Dragon Scroll, he eventually saw that there was nothing to it at all.  Furious that he longed for something that turned out to be nothing, Tai Lung lashed at Po, trying to use his nerve attack on him.  But to his surprise, all this did was make Po laugh.  Tai Lung attacked again, but this did nothing else.  “Stop!  Stop this,” begged Po as he laughed, “I’m gonna pee.  Don’t...don’t.”
Having seen enough, Tai Lung delivered a double fisted punch.  The shockwave from Tai Lung’s attack rippled through Po’s body.  Both of Po’s arms came back and struck Tai Lung, sending him flying into the noodle shop.  Po was both amazed by this.  Tai Lung quickly got up and attacked Po once again.  But each of his attacks weren’t doing much, nor was he landing many hits.  Using his wits, and own style of kung fu, Po fought back against the snow leopard.  From stepping on Tai Lung’s foot, blocking his attacks, and catching his foot, Po was getting the upper hand.  He caught Tai Lung’s tail and launched himself over Tai Lung’s body, at last taking the feline with him.  Po head-butted the snow leopard and kicked him.  Tai Lung tried fighting back, but wasn’t able to do anything.  Po twirled Tai Lung’s tail around and blocked an attack with it.  After a few more blocks, Po positioned it so that Tai Lung bit it.  Wincing in pain, Tai Lung failed to notice Po turning around and hitting him off with his butt.  Tai Lung was sent spinning out of control and smashing into a nearby shop.  Po winced at the pain Tai Lung was going through.  But Tai Lung wasn’t done.  Now really, really frustrated, he charged at Po in one last attempt to take him down.  Po tensed up his muscles, ready for Tai Lung.  Just as Tai Lung was about to attack, Po sent him flying with his belly.  This time, Tai Lung was sent flying high into the heavens.  By now, Po watched for Tai Lung to come down.  After a moment of waiting, he saw Tai Lung plummeting.  Po took a step back and Tai Lung landed in front of him.  There was a big leopard-shaped hole as a result of the smash.  Heavily breathing, Tai Lung slowly emerged from the hole.  “You...cannot defeat me,” he said as he shivered, “you...you’re just a big....fat...panda.”
Tai Lung launched another strike, but this one was countered by Po, who caught the finger with his fingers.  “Not a big fat panda,” said Po, “......I’m THE big fat panda.” 
Po raised his pinky finger, terrifying Tai Lung.  “The Wuxi Finger Hold,” he muttered.
“Oh, you know this hold,” smirked Po.
“You’re bluffing,” begged Tai Lung, “you’re bluffing.  Shifu didn’t teach you that.”
“No,” replied Po, to Tai Lung’s relief, “I figured it out.”
Tai Lung became shocked again, who growled in frustration before shouting out an enraged "STEELE!!"
This yell was so loud that it echoed across the Valley of Peace. But before he could do anything, Po flexed his pinky.  “Skadoosh!”
Suddenly, a massive explosion of gold, rippling energy burst and travelled across the Valley.  This light travelled to outside the valley and reached the Furious Five and the villagers, who had travelled a distance from the valley.  As the wave of energy faded away, they decided to go back.  Investigating the scene, the villagers wondered who did this.  Suddenly, one of the villagers saw someone coming their road.  “Look,” he said, “the Dragon Warrior.”
There was a silhouette approaching the crowd.  It looked like a legendary brave warrior.  But as the dust cleared, it revealed itself as Po, now having tok on his head and a torn apron around his waist.  The villagers looked at him as he pulled himself together.  Seeing that it was most likely him who defeated Tai Lung, the crowd burst with applause.  Tai Lung had been defeated and they were safe at last.  Some villagers gathered around him and tried carrying him, only to find that he was too heavy.  They applauded. “That’s my boy,” said Mr. Ping, who appeared, “that big, lovely kung fu warrior is my son.”
Happy to see his father again, and happy that he was accepting his hobby, Po ran to Mr. Ping and hugged him, and vice versa.  “Thanks, Dad,” said Po.
The wok slid off Po’s head and rolled towards a villager.  Luckily, Mantis stopped it as the applause faded.  Po and Mr. Ping turned and saw the Furious Five staring at Po.  This time, they weren’t staring at him with disdain.  Instead, they were grinning at him.  But Tigress stared at Po with a firm face.  “Hey, guys,” said Po.
But Tigress didn’t do anything harsh.  Instead, she took a step forward and bowed in respect.  “Master,” she said.
“Master,” the rest of the Five said, acknowledging Po as a kung fu master.
Tigress looked at Po and grinned.  As for Po, he grinned.  “Master,” he asked modestly while pleased, before remembering Shifu back at the palace, “Master Shifu.”
Po swiftly turned and ran past some of the villagers, hearing the frustrated snow leopard shout his name.  After climbing the long stairs again, Po found Shifu, yet laying at the spot where Tai Lung beat him.  “Master,” cried Po as he rushed to his mentor’s side, “Shifu, Shifu, are you alright?”
Weak, but yet alive, Shifu opened his eyes and saw Po.  “Po,” he said, “you’re alive...or we’re both dead.”
“No, Master, I didn’t die,” said Po, “I defeated Tai Lung.”
Astonished, Shifu said, “you did so?”
Po nodded yes with a grin.  “Wow.  It is as Oogway.....foretold.  You are...the Dragon Warrior. You have brought peace....to this valley....and...and to me,” Shifu said weakly, “thank you.  Thank you...Po...thank you...thank...”
Shifu slowly closed his eyes, as if he was succumbing to his wounds.  Realizing what was going on, Po started freaking out.  “No...Master...NO, NO, NO, don’t die, Shifu, please don't go,” he pleaded.
“I’m not dying, you idiot....” Shifu suddenly said, “...ah...Dragon Warrior.  I am simply....at peace...eventually.”
Relieved that Shifu survived the battle, and seeing that he was in peace after Tai Lung’s defeat, Po calmed down.  “Oh...well, um...I should stop speaking?”
“If you can,” said Shifu with his eyes closed.
Seeing that this looked relaxing, Po got on his back and started meditating like his master.  This was a moment of peace for both master and student.  Their bond had grown stronger and the two were destined for more kung fu training in the future.  During the meditation, Po found himself trying to keep silent where that his master could meditate in peace.  Finally, after a silence, Po eventually spoke.  “Wanna get something to eat?”
Shifu sighed before thinking about it.  Then he turned to Po and replied, “yes.”