I've never done an ipod shuffle challenge before, so I decided to give it a shot. Also, I was very bored. VERY bored. This was actually kind of fun. I liked having to race to get a drabble done before a song ended. I should do this more often.

Disclaimer: I do not own kung fu panda. Smarter and richer people do.

The Old Apartment—Barenaked Ladies

"It's so weird, not living here anymore," Po commented, glancing around the empty bedroom, a couple of flights above his father's shop. It was stripped bare of all his belongings, which had been moved into the Jade Palace a few months ago. Since then Mr. Ping had been renting out the space to travellers passing through the village, or locals who just needed a place to stay for the night. Po was glad his father was getting the extra money, but still...

Tigress placed a comforting paw on his shoulder. "It's still your home," she assured him. "You just sleep in a different place every night."

"That's...an interesting way of putting it," Po replied. Tigress just gave him a small smile.

Foxy, Foxy—Rob Zombie

He wasn't going to say it aloud, but Tigress looked...foxy. 'Sexy' or 'attractive' could also be used to describe it, but 'foxy' seemed the most appropriate. Viper should pick out her outfits more often.

"Quit staring at me," she growled at him. But there was a hint of humour in her voice, and Po grinned inwardly as he watched her smooth out the creases in her tight silk trousers.

Fever—Cascada

Warriors were not supposed to get sick. They were made of iron and immune to all the illnesses that plagued regular people...right? Wrong. Po moaned as he placed his head back on his pillow, his vision growing dizzier by the second. He had clumps of ice wrapped in cloth placed on his forehead, and he'd already swallowed the horrific medicine the local soothsayer had demanded that he take three times a day.

"You're going to get better soon," Tigress said, his paw placed gently over his. She was sitting by his bedside, an open book of kung fu myths and legends in her lap. She was reading them aloud to him and trying to distract him from his sickness. Surprisingly enough, it was working.

Light On—David Cook

"Pssst...Tigress?"

"Po, what do you want? It's nearly midnight."

"I need a favour from you. I'm sneaking out to see my Dad. He's not feeling well and...well...could you leave a lantern in front of the hallway so I can find my way back in?"

"Alright, but don't take all night. Shifu will notice that you're gone."

"Thanks, Tigress. You're the best."

Pour Some Sugar on Me—Def Leppard

Baking was definitely not one of Tigress's best skills. Yet Po had somehow talked her into helping him make almond and honey cakes for Monkey's birthday party. Already her fur was dusty with flour and sugar, and she had batter dripping from her claws. Po just laughed, popped an almond in his mouth, and commented between crunches, "You're getting better at this."

The Grace—Neverending White Lights

One night Tigress had a dream that she was lying on a battlefield, beaten and defeated by an unseen opponent. She was scratched and bleeding, and could not move her body. When she opened her mouth to cry for help, only dry air came out. For some reason she felt like the Dragon Warrior was nearby, searching for her. Part of her told her that he would find her and everything would be alright. Another part laughed at her mockingly and claimed that Po would give up his search eventually, and would not come back for her. When she awoke there were rare tears in her eyes, and Po shifted in his sleep beside her. He was still there.

Welcome to the Masquerade—Thousand Foot Krutch

Costume parties were always good fun in the Valley of Peace. It had been a stroke of genius of Mr. Ping's to throw one at his restaurant in honour of the Blue Dragon Festival. There would be prizes given out for the best costumes: dumplings, cookies, entertaining little trinkets...nothing extravagant, but everyone participated anyways for the opportunity to dress up. Po and Tigress both went as wolf bandits. They had a lot of trouble explaining to the other guests that they hadn't planned it.

Before He Cheats—Carrie Underwood

Tigress was convinced that Po was cheating. Nobody could win mah-jong that many times in a row, but he had already flushed out both Crane and Mantis, and was trying to coerce her into playing with him next.

"No, Po."

"Aw, come on. It's not like you're really going to lose anything. I'm planning to buy you a present with my winnings."

"Sure you are."

Seven Day Fool—Julie Black

He hadn't been kidding. He had bought her a present with his mah-jong money, the rogue. A beautiful new ivory comb for her fur sat invitingly on her bedroom pillow. He hadn't left a note, but she knew for sure that it was his small courtship offering. As she held it in her paw, she couldn't help but smile. He was such an idiot, but he'd made a happy fool out of her. And she had needed a new comb.

Sorry that they're so short, but that's life. Please Review. All flames will be used to light Lord Shen's cannons. Keep that in mind.