Kung Fu Panda 2 Page #3

improvise to any technic.

It was no technic!

Lord Shen has created a weapon,

one that breeds firer and spread metal.

Unless he is stopped.

This could be

the end of Kung-Fu!

But I just got Kung-Fu!

And now, you most save it!

Go! Destroy this weapon,

and bring Lord Shen to justice.

Okay, here we go!

Here we go!

Wa-wa-wa-wa.. Wait a second.

How can I do this?

I mean, how can Kung-Fu stop

something that stops Kung-Fu?

Remember, Dragon Warrior.

Anything is possible..

When you have 'Inner peace'.

Inner peace, inner peace,

inner peace.

Peace on!

Po, Po!

I packed your stuffs.

I packed you food for week's cookies, vegetables,

and I even packed all your actions fingers.

See?

Oh! hey.. I don't know

what those are!

Never seen them before in my life.

Dad, you got scratches on my tigress.

I also packed your paintings

of our best times together.

Just in case you get lonely.

That's me and you making noodles.

And that's me and you eating noodles.

And that's me giving you

a piggy back ride.

That's cute!

I haven't second thought

about this one.

They're wating for me.

Of course, of course.

You have a job to do.

Far from home.

In a strange city, filled with strange

people and strange noodles.

Facing horrible danger, from which

you have may never return!

Don't go, Po!

I gotta go.

I'm the Dragon Warrior.

It's kind of my job to save Kung-Fu.

And if I don't,

what am I?

You are my son.

Right?

Po, It's time.

Good-bye.

Don't worry, Mr. Ping.

He'll be back before you can say 'Noodles'.

Noodles.

Come on, guys!

Let's go. Yeah!

Right.. Yeah!

Yeah, yeah.. Yeah!

Momma?

Mom? Dad? Is that you?

Mom! Dad!

Oh.. Hi! Hey-Hey..

Son, you are back.

Huh?

Honey, what you doing here?

- But I thought..

- We replaced you, dear. with a lovely radish.

- Radish?

- It's quite, polite, and frankly..

It does better Kung-Fu.

No.. No, no, no!

Wait!

Radish, radish, radish!

Inner pea..

pea..

Inner peace.

Inner peace, inner peace, inner peace...

I'm.. Training.

The mast, is not the worthy opponent.

I'm ready.

Okay..

So series!

I think I prefer the mast.

Apologize.

I used to punch the iron wood

trees by the fist in training.

Now, I feel nothing.

That's severely cool!

Again!

So.. This punching iron wood trees,

how long did you have to do that?

- 20 years.

- Oh.. 20.. 20 years!

Is there any.. Uhh.. You know,

faster way.. You know..

Until.. You know..

Don't feel anything?

No!

Besides,

I don't think, hard

style is your thing.

Po..

Why are you really out here?

I just found out, that my dad..

Isn't really my dad.

Your dad,

the goose..

Most have been quite a shock!

Yeah!

And this bothers you?

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