Ugh! I'm so bored. I have to do somthing.

"Okay, Scythe, i'll bite. What are we doing out here?" Tai Lung asked as he sat atop a rock ledge overlooking a waterfall that was a little too close to the Valley of Peace for his own comfort. Yin and Yang had tagged along as well.

With a loud clang, Scythe threw a large metal wok at Tai Lung's feet. "I am going to introduce you to somthing that even you haven't mastered. It's a little thing i like to call...fun."

Tai Lung scoffed. "Please, Scythe. Spare me the drama."

"You, my friend, need a little more excitement in your life, and, i don't mean the kind that gets people hurt. You need to just...let go! You need to learn that pride doesn't always have to come before fall. Now, go on." she said, pointing a claw at the wok.

Tai Lung cocked an eye ridge. "What?"

"Oh, dude, you really need to get out more often." Yin said, shaking his feathery head. He pointed at the wok. "Go on. Sit."

"Pch! What? In this thing?" he sighed. "You know what? Fine. If it will satisfy you, Scythe...whatever." Tai Lung said, taking a seat on it. "What's the point in this?"

"Well, you don't wanna get all cut up, do you?" Scythe asked with a laugh, pushing him toward the edge of the cliff. It wasn't the edge of the waterfall he was nearing, it was...a mudslide.

Tai Lung's eyes widened. "What?" he squeaked. He grabbed her arms to try and prevent her from pushing him further, but it was too late for that now. "No! No, no, no! Scythe! Don't! Don't push me toward the--AAAAHHHHHHHHH!" he roared as he slid down the slippery slope at full speed.

Scythe wasn't far behind him. "WHOOOOOOOOO! Yea!"

"SURF'S UP, DUDES! YEAH! YEAH, DUDE, YEAH!" Yang hooted and hollered as he and his brother raced neck and neck.

"SCYTHE!" Tai Lung bellowed, terrified and outraged at the same time. "I HATE YOUR ROTTEN GUTS!"

"Quit fighting it, Tai Lung! Just let go!" Scythe cried.

Relaxing a bit, Tai Lung held on to the edge of the wok with a firm grip, casually steering it left and right as the slide swirled and moved in all different directions and patterns. Closer and closer to the end, they were getting. The slide became a bit wider as they passed more than half way down, giving Scythe the opportunity to pull up beside him.

"You having fun yet?" she yelled out over the roar of the falls.

"Whoa!" he yelped as he quickly overcame a speed bump. He grinned at her crazily. "Give up now, slowpoke! It's over!" he cried triumphantly.

In the blink of an eye, they flew off the end of the slide and--

SPLAT!

Fell, face first, into a large puddle of mud.

Tai Lung stood up quickly and shook the disgusting slop out of his fur. "Ptoo! Bleck!" he glared at Scythe, who was currently standing there, laughing at him. "You could've told me this was here!"

She held her side and guffawed. "It wouldn't have made a difference!"

"COWABUNGA!!"

Splat!

Yin and Yang landed in the pit, showering Tai Lung and Scythe with more mud. "Ha! That was the best!" Yang yelled out, laughing.

Tai Lung wiped a big glob off his muzzle and stared down at it. After a minute, a sly smile played at his lips. With one swift move of his arm--

Whap!

Scythe flinched as the mud hit her square in the face. She quickly wiped it off and sent Tai Lung a blank look. He chuckled and pointed at her. "Now, that is fun."

"Oh, you're having fun, huh?" she asked flatly, scooping up some mud in her paw. She smirked. "Well, whadya think of this?" She asked, flinging the mud at his head.

He laughed as it hit him. He dug into the pit for more ammo. "You are so dead. HA!" he threw some more at her. She retaliated by tackling him. They hit the ground with a splash.

Pretty soon, an all out war broke out as mud was thrown in all different directions. Yin and Yang seemed to be having the most fun, as they rolled around, covering themselves in mud.

Bright, warm sunlight poured down on Po, Mantis, and Crane, as they walked quickly alongside the river.

"Wait 'til you see this place guys!" Po said excitedly as he lead the way. "It's so much fun. I used to go here all the time when i was a kid."

"But, Po, i don't know." Crane said with a weird smile. "Playing in the mud? It sounds so--"

"Dirty?" Po finished.

"I was gonna say childish, but, that works just as good."

"C'mon, guys! That's the whole idea! When's the last time you had any fun?" the panda asked them, crossing his arms over his chest.

They were both about to speak when Po interrupted, "Not Kung Fu related."

They shut their mouths (or, beak) instantly.

"That's what i thought." Po said, setting foot at the top of the hill. He looked down at the mud pit and froze. In a flash, he gasped and pulled Mantis and Crane down.

"What is it, Po?" Mantis asked.

"Shh!" Po hushed them. He then pointed towards the pit, horrified. "I-it can't be!" he whispered frantically. Crane and Mantis looked down from their hiding spot and almost gasped aloud. They stared down at the group playing in the mud.

"Tai Lung is...alive?!"