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He returned to the palace. Tai Lung was strangling Shifu.

Part One: The Noodle Dreamer

Shifu was furious. He refused to train Po. Instead, he tried to drive him away—painful training montages, impossible stances, high falls, and low blows. Po failed at everything. He couldn’t balance on a pole. He couldn’t catch a dumpling thrown at his face (he caught it with his mouth—then ate it). The Furious Five laughed. kung fu panda kung fu panda

One dawn, the sky burned gold. Oogway, sensing a shift in the universe, announced a sacred ceremony: the choosing of the Dragon Warrior—the one prophesied to wield the Dragon Scroll and read its secret, limitless power. The entire valley gathered at the Jade Palace.

The fight was unlike any other. Tai Lung was speed and steel. Po was improvisation and mass. He used his belly to absorb Tai Lung’s nerve strikes. He bounced off walls. He fought with chopsticks, woks, and a noodle cart. When Tai Lung used the legendary Wuxi Finger Hold (“I could flick my pinky and end you”), Po laughed. He returned to the palace

What followed was the most joyful montage the Jade Palace had ever seen. Shifu threw buns; Po had to catch them with kung fu moves to eat them. Shifu hung mooncakes from the ceiling; Po had to leap and twist to bite them. To reach a basket of dumplings, Po had to climb a thousand steps—so he ran up them, laughing.

Mr. Ping, far below, rang a dinner bell. “Soup’s on!” He refused to train Po

Tai Lung grabbed it. He stared. His eyes widened, then narrowed with rage. “All my life… all that training… for nothing ?”