A/N: As promised, I'm going to try and do a story arc about Monkey's story. He's probably the most neglected Kung Fu Panda character in all of fanfiction, not counting Zeng, Vachir or the other extras. This is the reason why, unlike all my other chapters so far, this one will have more than one chapter. Monkey is often neglected because we never really got to see much of his personality in the movie. Even the "Secrets Of The Furious Five" short stories didn't give much of a background about him. I'm going to try and give him a solid backstory, since I believe that Po, once again, had made Monkey's actual story more palatable to the kids. That said, enjoy the fic guys!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kung Fu Panda or any of it's characters, except for the ones I made up. Plot is mine, but I based it off some of Jackie Chan's movies, as a tribute to the guy. Voice-acting Monkey is probably the safest and least painful role he's had in quite some time!

"Don't you have a leash for him?! Damn it Lei, this isn't the first time he's done this!"

Chan Lei kept his head bowed down, nodding apologetically. His neck was really starting to hurt but the restaurant owner, a former fighting dog named Hong, was already angry enough as it is. The old hound was still wheezing wearily, having just screamed and yelled at Lei earlier.

Both were standing at the entrance of the eatery, its canine owner standing in the door frame. He was wearing a white undershirt and blue trousers and over this, he wore a simple white apron. He held a wooden spatula in his hand, a deadly and painful weapon (from Lei's personal experience, anyway).

Hong gave a combination sigh-scoff at the bowing golden langur in front of him. Lei worked for him as a cook and waiter, having taken the two jobs for increased pay. He really was a good guy, industrious and helpful, but his brother…his little brother, Chan Kong, was quite frankly the biggest troublemaker their little village had known for some time, give or take a dynasty.

Lei, neck still aching, finally raised his eyes to meet old Hong's own beady gaze. The folds on the dog's round face (for he insisted that they were NOT wrinkles, thank you very much) made it somewhat difficult. The simian made sure not to squint his eyes, as if he was looking for some miniscule target. He made sure to lower his eyebrows and to make his lips as thin as possible, to show that yes, he was incredibly, unbelievably, may-Quan-Yin-strike-him-down-if-he-was-lying, so very sorry for his little brother.

The old dog seemed to calm down a bit. One look back at his restaurant threatened to re-ignite his fury, however.

Tables were smashed; not really unusual anymore.

The bottles of rice wine and grape wine, all consumed or broken. Ironically, most of them had been drunk during the fight. Kong was practically fueled by the stuff whenever he was engaged in one of his oh-so-many brawls that nearly always took place, unfortunately, in Hong's Homestyle Cooking restaurant.

There was a huge hole in the floor, AND his staircase had been torn down, apparently with bare hands! He still had a hard time believing how they managed that one.

"I'll give him a good talk when I get home. How much did he have to drink?" Lei asked mechanically, his tongue already used to asking the sentence.

"Judging from this?!" Hong yelled again, gesturing to his demolished eatery. The single remaining lamp chose at that moment to fall and crash from the ceiling.

Lei winced visibly. "I told him, no more drinking or fighting! You gotta believe me Hong, I went home to him and Wen after I got off my shift. We all went to sleep after dinner. Next thing I know, he's gone!" he pleaded, hoping that the damages he would undoubtedly have to pay would still leave enough of his paycheck. Maybe he could sell some of his spare waiter uniforms? He really wasn't that fond of the green and yellow vest he wore with matching cap and trousers.

Hong gave a low growl, which sent his employee wincing visibly again.

"I point you back to my earlier comment about the leash."

"Knowing Kong, he'd probably gnaw off his own foot so he could go out drinking again." Lei muttered, chuckling mirthlessly. The old dog rubbed his temples before speaking again.

"You know I'm gonna have to dock your pay for about two months, right Lei? I'm not even gonna make you pay for the wine no more." Hong said testily, removing his apron and throwing it over a nearby bench.

As bad as Kong was, the kid didn't actually start the fight, this time around anyway. A group of local thugs had gone in to cause trouble last night. They threatened Hong, his customers and had started getting violent, when the langur bravely (or drunkenly) challenged them to a fight. As he remembered the events from last night, Hong decided to fire the barkeep who had served the wine.

It had been hard to imagine Kong, who was still young and growing, standing any sort of chance against the thugs' leader, a huge gorilla named Bolo. The huge ape had been demanding free drink and food when the much smaller langur had had enough.

"Ey! You there! Shtop causing trouble, azz'ole!" Kong slurred, getting up from his table. He wiped the wine from his lips, wobbling slightly on his feet.

The gorilla's nostrils flared angrily at being called names.

"Little punk thinks he's a tough guy, eh boys?" he rumbled to his minions, who cackled maniacally. No one had the stones to challenge their leader, not even in the deepest trenches of drunken stupor. Yeung Bolo was over three hundred pounds of muscle and had an infamously short temper. He wore no clothing on his upper body, showing off his muscular trunk. On his wrists, he wore leather bracelets, lined with iron spikes. As a final touch of intimidation, a leather strap went around the waist of black trousers, similarly lined with spikes.

Bolo's gang decided to enjoy the show, as their leader cracked his huge knuckles threateningly .This stupid punk was going to the bone-setter tonight, no doubt.

With a mighty roar, Bolo charged, using his muscular shoulder as a battering ram. Kong leapt high into the air and grabbed hold of the swinging lamp. His much larger opponent spun around and jumped to try and reach him. His short legs, however, did not give him the needed height to grab the snickering langur.

Most of the customers threw some money down on their respective tables and made a hasty exit. All of them knew what happened when Chan Kong, the infamous troublemaker, was involved.

"Aww, whatsa matter? Baby can't reach?" Kong continued to taunt while hanging from the lamp with his tail. The remaining customers, those who hadn't run away at the first sign of trouble, took this baiting as their cue to leave.

Hong, who had been watching the spectacle from the kitchen, prayed silently for a happy ending, particularly for the structural integrity of his restaurant. He quickly barricaded himself in with a small table and began calling out for the gods.

After another failed jump, the gorilla grew visibly frustrated at his opponent's constant snickering. Interestingly, the langur continued to quaff down the remaining wine from the bottle he grabbed on the way up. Giving up, the ape yelled at his gang. "Get 'im boys!"

One of his thugs, a manic looking chimpanzee, grabbed a bottle from the various wines on display and broke it on a nearby table. Being much smaller than Bolo, he leapt on a table and jumped again to grab an adjacent lamp. He swung towards Kong, who let go of his own lamp to land on the shoulders of a huge bear. The simian then covered the bear's eyes, who began flailing about, taking out his own allies one by one. Bodies flew everywhere as the large club-like paws hit them at full force, knocking each of them unconscious.

Bolo, who had been standing by, charged again at Kong who was still enjoying the ride. The ape roared angrily as leapt for a charging tackle, only for the smaller primate to leap off the bear's shoulders, sending the two huge animals crashing into the staircase.

Old Hong, who was still hiding in his kitchen, felt his blood freeze at the huge crash he heard. He strained his ears to hear the drunken conversation.

Bolo, still dazed from the crash, got off the unconscious heap that was the huge bear and glared at his agile adversary. The smaller Kong had found an open bottle of wine and began to down it hungrily.

"You—you little bastard!" Bolo roared, swinging a huge fist at Kong. Still deeply engrossed in the bottle, the smaller primate bent his upper trunk backwards, dodging the wild swing. He supported his body with the strength of his back and hips as he continued to gulp down the alcohol, finishing with a huge burp. He pointed a skinny finger at Bolo.

"You—you—urp—tryin' tah get free drinksh—" he mused with a glazed look. Bolo continued to swing his massive arms, while his opponent weaved and dodged fluidly around his strikes. Unfortunately, the ape managed to get a bone shattering left hook in, sending Kong flying straight into a wall.

CRASH!

There was a large crack left on the wall after the langur's back bounced off it with a sickening thud.

Bolo was flummoxed when the smaller ape shot back up and continued rambling.

"You hav' 'ny idea how much I gotta pay for my drinksh?! A lot!" Kong gurgled, punctuating this statement with an uppercut which sent the gorilla reeling. Bolo was surprised at how hard this guy could hit and get hit.

"Hong's always bitchin' 'bout how much of a burden I am to my brother and sister! Well, lemme tell you, I know how much! I just can't find anything I'm good at!" the langur yelled, sending another quick punch towards Bolo who failed to dodge. The gorilla got a cut lip as a result.

With a mighty yell, Bolo grabbed the nearest table he could find and slammed it down his inebriated opponent. A shower of splinters and sawdust later, he couldn't he hear the little punk's annoying voice anymore from the heap of broken wood and nails.

He was beginning to smile satisfactorily when the langur shot up from the remnants of the table, apparently unharmed. He was covered in sawdust and looked pensive. He let out another burp.

"I mean, my brother Lei's always taken care ah' me an' Wen since we were kids bu' I don't think he's ever been a kid. Well, not like a normal one anyway. He already had a job when he was nine years old!" he finished somewhat proudly. He really did appreciate everything his big brother did for him and his little sister. This was, of course, barring the fact that Lei would mostly likely strangle him the moment he got home.

He didn't even want to think about what Wen would do to him when she found out. Sure, she was the little sister, but she fussed over him and his older brother like a mother would have. And certainly, no mother would want to find out that her son had been in a bar brawl. Even worse, Wen had no inhibitions about kicking him in the nuts, if it got him to stop his "drinking all night" (--what do you think you are, a damned camel?", in the female langur's own words.)

WHAM!

Kong's musing was cut short by another mighty punch from Bolo. This one got him in the abdomen and sent him reeling. Grinning triumphantly, the gang leader grabbed his stunned opponent by the lapel and held him in the air.

"Had enough, ya' little shit?" he roared, his grin showing off a chipped canine.

"Ugh…BrrraaRRFFF!" Kong responded by throwing up the his lunch and the wine he guzzled right on Bolo's mouth. The gorilla's dark face turned an ugly shade of green, giving it the color of overripe cabbage.

"Blergh! FUCKING GODS! Errggh!" yelled Bolo, dropping Kong's body on the ground. He began heaving, trying to throw up himself. Distracted, he failed to notice that Kong had gotten back up and was looking to end the fight.

The agile langur jumped up again and grabbed the biggest lamp hanging on the ceiling. Bracing his legs against the ceiling, he gave a mighty pull on the chain that held the huge decoration. His opponent was completely distracted, keeled over, still trying to expel the vile fluid he ingested. It was too late when Bolo finally glanced up, only to find the magnificent lamp, made of mother of pearl and fine strands of gold, crashing down on his head.

CRAAAASSSHHH!

After a few moments of silence, Hong finally ventured to peek out of the kitchen. Despite being angry at Kong, he still hoped the kid was alright. As he finally stuck his head out the kitchen door, all feelings of sympathy he had for the young langur were replaced by burning fury.

He ignored the usual damages that a brawl with Kong involved it usually entailed (smashed tables, broken bottles, lots of unconscious fighters) and went to look at the huge pit that had taken the place of what used to be the floor of his restaurant.

Standing on the edge of the pit, Hong felt his anger flare up from his stomach to the tip of his ears, feeling as though steam was shooting out of them. In the hole, he found an unconscious gorilla, piles of demolished furniture and, to his utter horror, various pieces of his prized Giant Lantern that he had painstakingly hauled from Szechuan, strewn about.

On top of the rubble, Kong sat on a chair with table in front. Both pieces of furniture had surprisingly remained upright, the langur still drinking the wine as if nothing had happened. He let out another huge burp and raised a long arm.

"Waiter? Check, please!"

Miles away, Chan Lei's ears pricked up. He could've sworn he heard someone screaming. He sighed, relieved that both his siblings were safe and sound in their home. Apparently, somebody in town was having a bad night. He went back to sleep, thinking nothing more of it.

A/N: That's one chapter down :D I think there will be about two more chapters at the most. It's going to take more than a single chapter to give Monkey's character some substance, since he barely had any in the movie and the animated short.

Special thanks goes out to Luna Goldsun who gave me some advice on writing this chapter Happy Thanksgiving to all and have a great weekend everybody!