This is my new fic, I have gotten back into the KFP Fandom! This story is going to take over the reins and be top priority over my Jurassic Park one, I lost interest slightly with it. Anyways, I have thought of this universe before, back before I realized FanFiction even existed. This is the first time that I have taken something from my past and turned it into a story! The summary on the site says it all! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kung Fu Panda or the extended universe. It has come out of the brilliance of DreamWorks

There is a place in China, home to the most rugged thugs in the history of the land. The restaurant was the largest gang hangout in China, the members harassed the people that worked there, they stole money from the establishment and did more unspeakable acts. However, that day, that would all change, for a mysterious figure entered the establishment. He was clouded in robes and brandished a staff with him. As he entered, the thugs stared at him suspiciously. The figure sat down at a table and began to eat the dumplings that were sitting there. Several of the gang members sat down at his table.

"I see you like to chew," an ox said to him. "Maybe you should chew… ON MY FIST!"

The ox slammed his fist on the table. The mysterious figure said nothing. Being the polite man he was, he swallowed the dumpling and spoke to the ox.

"Enough talk, let's fight."

The table flipped and the thugs flew away. The figure threw a double palm strike at the oxen, before striking down three more. Two thugs surrounded him, but the figure only jumped up and struck them down with a split kick. One of the thugs stood up, before she screamed out, "My eyes!" Another one screamed, "He's too awesome!"

It appeared that the thugs have gone blind because they were too exposed to the awesomeness of the figure (A/N: It sounds weird writing it down as well). The two bunny servers who here being harassed came up to the figure.

"And attractive!" the female said. The male asked, "How can we repay you?"

The figure, clearly a panda, responded: "There is no charge for awesomeness… or attractiveness," hearing a giggle from the girl, he leapt out of the building to find a swarm of bandits waiting for him. Using each one as leverage, he leapt up one after the other, beating them down and kicking a swarm of bandits to the ground. As he kept flying up, two separate armies of bandits flew at him, ready to kill. The panda merely looked up, a light shined in his eyes and an explosion eviscerated the armies.

The panda began to walk as a torrential rain of bodies fell around him. His staff was in hand as he walked to his next destination. As soon as it was in sight, he looked up to see five figures slam down in front of him. They were the legendary Furious Five (made up of a tiger, a viper, a praying mantis, a crane and a monkey), and they bowed towards the panda. As they surrounded him, the only one who spoke was the Monkey: "We should hang out."

"Agreed," was the panda's only response. They all screamed out "HAIYAH!"

In front of the six, an army stood before them. The Ten-Thousand Demons of Demon Mountain was their name, and they all were armed. The panda brandished a sword that was inscribed with green Chinese and, impossibly sliced the tops of all the weapons off. The six jumped, brandishing their war cries and…

"PO!" someone shouted. The panda looked left, seeing the monkey, who said "Get up." He looked left. The Tiger said "You'll be late for work!" The panda looked up. "What?" was his only word and he fell down into a gap in the demons.

The panda slammed down, only the place around him was different, it was filled with cups and bowls. The panda yawned, and heard a voice coming from downstairs.

"Po! Get up!". The panda, Po, looked around the room, staring at what was around him. The walls were littered with Kung Fu memorabilia, such as posters, action figures and even more posters. It was just a dream, the panda thought, before laying back down. He tried flipping himself up, attempting and failing to do so. The voice called out to him once again.

"Po! What are you doing up there?" Po called back down, "Uh, nothing!" before he tried to flip himself up, to be met with failure once more.

After pushing himself up, he jumped in front of the action figures he had of the Furious Five, calling them all by name. "Monkey, Mantis, Crane, Viper, Tigress. RAW-" he cut his roar off after he looked across to see his neighbor, a pig staring at him in shock and horror. Po pointed at the action figures, before giving a soft "Heh…" and ducking down.

"Po! Let's go! You're late for work!" the voice called again.

"Coming!" the big panda responded before picking up a throwing star and threw it at a drawing of the same ox he saw in his dream. Once again, he couldn't get it to stick into the wall. Picking up the ninja star, he ran downstairs. Well, fell down the stairs. The home led straight into the kitchen, where Po's impatient father waited. "Sorry dad," Po said apologetically. Po's father, a duck (weird), carried a bunch of pots around, stumbling.

"'Sorry' doesn't make the noodles," the duck responded. "Speaking of, go fetch your brother for me! We have a long day's work ahead of us!"

Po sighed, turned around, and walked outside. Before walking out, he heard a voice, counting up.

"85, 86, 87," the voice said. Po stepped outside and stared at what he saw. It was a white Bengal tiger, doing push-ups.

The tiger was muscular. His arms were as broad, yet lean, as if he could punch through a wall quickly and efficiently, which he could indeed do. As Po walked out he heard the counting, he thought, Only 87? He's letting himself go short. Po called out "Hey Hu, how many are you at?" The tiger, before even stopping called back, "Well now, I just passed two-thousand." Po stumbled back, tripping over his own feet. "Two-thousand? I thought you were at 87."

The tiger, Hu, stood up and walked over Po, with a bottle of water, smiling. "I told you before," he said, "I abbreviate to make counting easier."

"Well, how long ago did you start?" Po responded.

"Push ups, or the whole routine?"

Po knew what the routine was. It started at dawn, with a jog around the Valley, followed by a run up and down the thousand steps that led to the Jade Palace. Along the way, Hu would do all sorts of acrobatic feats worthy of the Furious Five. This was followed by the punching of bare rock by the mountain, to increase power. Nowadays, he can't even do that, because he can break the rocks in a few hits. Of course, at the end he did his sit-ups and push-ups, right before going to work.

"The push-ups," was Po's only response.

"Well, um…" The white tiger thought back, "Maybe twenty minutes ago."

Po stumbled around once again. "But that means that you had do do fifty push-ups in a minute…"

"Bro," Hu smiled, "I can manage more, if you asked me. Now, does the old man need some help?" Po smiled back.

"You know it."

The duo walked back inside, Po going to the counter to serve, while Hu started to stir the soup.

"So Po, what were you doing up there? All that noise," Po's father asked.

Po had the heart to laugh. "Oh, nothing. Just had a crazy dream." Hu looked up from his stirring and stared at Po, something was going on inside of Hu's head.

Po did not expect his father's follow up sentence: "About what?"

"Huh?"

"The dream. What were you dreaming about?" replied his father.

Po stuttered over his words. "What was I... eh, I was dreaming about uh... heh…" Po looked down at the bowl that he was about to give out to a customer. "Noodles."

Hu glared at the panda, his eyes penetrating him like a sword to a crocodile. I don't even need to use it to know that he's lying, he thought.

Po's father was shocked. "Noodles. You were really dreaming about noodles?

Desperate to keep up his act, responded casually, "Uh, yeah. What else would I be dreaming about?"

"Yeah," Po heard behind him, and he turned to see Hu glaring daggers at him. "What else would you dream about Po?"

Po withered under the glare, before he heard his father say "Oh, happy day!" Po turned back and saw his father bouncing like a young rabbit on sugar. "My son, finally having the noodle dream! You don't know how long I have been waiting for this moment."

Before he even knew what happened, Po had an apron, with a bowl of noodles printed on it, around his waist. All while Hu was still glaring at Po.

"This is a sign Po!" the duck said excitedly

"Uh, a sign of what?" Po asked nervously.

Not even missing a beat, his father said "You are almost ready to be entrusted with the secret ingredient of my 'Secret Ingredient Soup.'" Hu sighed and thought, How does he not know it. Even I know it. I mean, I used it to find it out, but that's not the point.

Po's father continued, "And then you will fulfill your destiny and take over the restaurant, just as I took it over from my father," he pointed at a painting of his own father, "Who took it over from his father," Cue another painting, "Who won it from a friend in a game of mahjong," Cue painting of a grouchy looking pig.

Po took this moment to assure his father of the dream part of the dream "Dad, dad, dad, it was just a dream."

"No, it was the dream. Us three are noodle folk. Broth runs through our veins," the duck argued back.

"But Dad, didn't you ever, I dunno,want to do something else? Something besides noodles?" Po said. Hu sighed once more. Here we go, he thought.

"Actually, when I was young and crazy, I thought about running away and learning how to make tofu," Po's father said.

Po was ecstatic. "So why didn't you?"

"Because it was just a stupid dream."

Po frowned.

"Can you imagine?" His father continued, "Me making tofu?" He laughed. "No, we all have our place. Mine is here. And your's is-"

Po cut him off. "I know, I know. It's here."

"No," Po's father said. Po looked up. "It's at tables two, five, seven and twelve!" Po's arms were littered with noodle bowls. "Service with a smile!"

Po sighed, and looked over at Hu, who was concentrating at stirring the noodles, but Po knew he was listening. "What do you think of this Hu?"

Hu smirked slightly, "Oh, I'm just glad that you had the noodle dream!" Po stared back irritated. Hu dropped the smirk, "Po, I told you that you should tell him about your true dream. Why don't you?"

It was Po's turn to sigh. "You know what he'll say. 'We are noodle folk'" he said using a very accurate accent. "'You will own the shop.'"

Hu laughed at him, before their father called out, "Po, deliver those bowls please!"

Po sighed sadly once more, before walking out.

His father's voice cut through the air, "Hu, could you please move those pots upstairs? And slice the vegetables please. I'm heading out quickly for more ingredients."

The duck waddled out and Hu stood there. Looking at each of the things he was supposed to do, he closed his eyes before thinking, I guess I can use it now without anyone looking. He moved towards the veggies and began to chop.

Nobody noticed the pots and pans floating upstairs or the ladle stirring itself in the large soup pot.

So, what do all of you think? Good, Very Good, Excellent? Feel free to review! Please, no flames, still getting used to FanFiction. On behalf of myself, Have a wonderful time, wherever all of you are!

Yours Truly,

TheAdaptableWriter