[A mysterious warrior, with his identity hidden beneath a flowing robe and wide-brimmed hat, treks with his staff across a bridge above a huge lake.]
Narrator (Po): [In voiceover] Legend tells of a legendary warrior whose kung fu skills were the stuff of legend. He traveled the land in search of worthy foes.
[The warrior approaches a large tavern towering in front of him. A gang of bandits harassing the rabbit staff inside are startled when the warrior enters abruptly, and stare silently as he passes them and sits at a table. As he eats, the gang surrounds him.]
GANG BOSS: I see you like to chew. Maybe you should chew ON MY FIST! [Slams fist onto table.]
NARRATOR (PO): The warrior said nothing for his mouth was full. [He holds up his paw.] Then he swallowed. [He swallows.] And then he spoke.
LEGENDARY WARRIOR: Enough talk. Let's fight! SHA-SHA-BOOEY!
[The warrior delivers a series of punches and kicks and the whole gang goes flying in various directions.]
NARRATOR (PO): He was so deadly in fact that his enemies would go blind from overexposure to pure awesomeness!
NINJA CAT: [blindly flailing about] MY EYES!
GATOR: HE'S TOO AWESOME!
SMITTEN BUNNY: And attractive!
GRATEFUL BUNNY: How can we repay you?
LEGENDARY WARRIOR: There is no charge for awesomeness... or attractiveness.
[One hundred assassins appear and surround the warrior. The entire bar swells, packed to the rafters with ninjas.]
LEGENDARY WARRIOR: KABLOOEY!
[The roof explodes and the warrior with a cloud of ninjas erupts into the sky. Like a tornado, the warrior twists and kicks them away rapidly.]
NARRATOR (PO): It mattered not how many foes he faced. They were no match for his bodacity.
[Two groups of thousands of foes leap at the warrior while in the air, but with a single flashy move he sends them flying. The beaten warriors plummet into the lake like rain as the warrior treks back across the bridge.]
NARRATOR (PO): Never before had a panda been so feared... and so loved. [He looks up towards the Jade Palace, where a group of six warriors stand in various poses.] Even the most heroic heroes in all of China, the Furious Six, bowed in respect to this great master.
[The Six leap down from the palace, land in front of the warrior, and bow respectfully, before flanking in positions on both sides of him.]
Monkey: We should hang out.
LEGENDARY WARRIOR: Agreed.
[The Six strike an attack pose, as they face an army of thousands of bandits.]
NARRATOR (PO): But hanging out would have to wait. 'Cause when you're facing the ten thousand demons of Demon Mountain— [He slices off the heads of the bandits' spears with a shiny green sword and leaps into battle with the Five.] ... there's only one thing that matters. And that's—
[Freezing in mid-air, the Five talk to the warrior in a strange voice.]
Monkey: [Red's voice] Po! Get up!
Stella: [Red's voice] You'll be late for work!
Po: Whuh?
[The warrior suddenly falls, and Po lands hard on a wooden floor of his own room, revealing that the whole battle was actually a dream. He tries to clear his head and wake up, but he felt a fist hitting his back.]
Red: [crushed under Po's weight, muffling] Get off me, you oaf!
Po: [sits up] Sorry about that.
[Red gasped and crawls out from his back.]
[Po looks around his room and see that it's filled with various kung fu posters (including a poster featuring all of the Six) and souvenirs, and a wooden version of the Sword of Heroes (the green sword). Po sighs and attempts to kick himself to his feet, but finds his belly too worthy a foe.]
Red: [sarcastic] Keep up the good work, Po.
MR. PING: Po! What are you doing up there?
Po: Uh, nothing! [He hops to his feet and faces his action figures.] Hi-ya! Monkey! Stella! Mantis! Crane! Viper! Tigress! Grrraahh—
Red: Uh, Po?
[Outside on the balcony of the neighboring house, a pig watering flowers stares at Po. Po tries to play it cool and then quickly ducks out of sight.]
MR. PING: Po! Let's go! You're late for work!
Po: Coming!
[He takes a ninja star from his floor and chucks it at the wall. It bounces off. He throws the star again, but it bounces off again. He quickly picks it up and heads downstairs with Red where he trips and falls the rest of the way, dragging Red down with him. He falls flat on his face on the kitchen floor and Red tumbles to the ground. A panda-shaped shadow looms over Po.]
Po: Sorry, Dad.
MR. PING: 'Sorry' doesn't make the noodles.
[Reveals that the shadow is actually caused by a basket being carried by a small goose. Po gets to work in the shop's small kitchen.]
MR. PING: What were you doing up there, all that noise?
Po: Oh, nothing. Just had a crazy dream.
MR. PING: About what?
PO: Huh?
MR. PING: What were you dreaming about? [He puts down the basket and begins chopping vegetables next to Po as he listens.]
Po: What was I...? Uh... I was dreaming about... [He sees Mr. Ping listening expectantly, and can't bring himself to say the truth. He glances down at the bowl he's holding.] Uh... noodles.
Red: Noodles?
MR. PING: [He stops chopping vegetables.] Noodles? You were really dreaming about noodles?
Po: Uh, yeah. What else would I be dreaming about?
[Po hands a bowl of noodles to a customer, then realizes his throwing star is sitting in it.]
Po: [to customer] Oh, careful, that soup is... sharp!
MR. PING: Oh, happy day! My son, finally having the noodle dream! [He begins rummaging through something and arrives with an apron and a noodle hat. He ties the apron around Po's waist and places the noodle hat in Po's paws.] You don't know how long I have been waiting for this moment. This is a sign, Po!
Po: [He looks at the noodle hat nervously.] Uh... a sign of what?
MR. PING: You and Red are almost ready to be entrusted with the secret ingredient of my "Secret Ingredient Soup". And then you will fulfill your destiny and take over the restaurant! [He quickly runs over to section of wall with three portraits and points at them accordingly.] Just as I took it over from my father, who took it over from his father, who won it from a friend in a game of mahjong.
Red: Dad, Dad, Dad, it was just a dream. [chuckles nervously]
MR. PING: No, it was the dream. We are noodle folk. Broth runs through our veins. [While saying this, he hands two customers their bowls without even looking at them.]
Po: But Dad, didn't you ever, I dunno, want to do something else? Something besides noodles?
MR. PING: Actually, when I was young and crazy, I thought about running away and learning how to make tofu.
Red: So why didn't you?
MR. PING: Oh, because it was a stupid dream. Can you imagine me making tofu? [He laughs at the thought.] No. We all have our place in this world. Mine is here. And yours is—
Po: I know. Is here.
MR. PING: No, it's at tables two, five, seven, and twelve. [He loads Po's and Red's arms with bowls of soup.] Service with a smile!
[A gong sounds in the distance. The two sigh and look out the window at the distant Jade Palace.]
