Time to Party


"Aw, that's cute," Mrs. Falcon squawked. Crane rolled his eyes.

"So what happened next that was significant?" Crane asked.

"Well, that's when you guys wanted the party."

"Oh, yeah. The one I couldn't go to," Crane scratched the back of his head, remembering the reason why as he looked at Mrs. Falcon.


"Come on, Tigress," pleaded a young female mountain lion. Tigress was at a cafe to catch up with her friends. It had been about a month now since Po became her personal chef.

"I told you, Mei-Ling, I can't. There's a guy beneath me and I don't want to do anything without putting the noise-canceling floorboards," Tigress explained.

"And how long is that going to take?" Asked a snake.

"A while, Viper. I have to find the floorboards. Why do you want to party so badly?" Tigress asked. "It's not like I've had any luck with the parties anyway."

"I mean, what about Tai-Lung?"

"That's one incident out of many parties and that relationship didn't even go well," Tigress remarked.

"Well, that just means you have to have more of them to balance out the bad ones," Mei-Ling proposed. "I mean, let's face it. This is probably the only time you've been outside." Tigress didn't tell them about the times she went to Monkey's comedy nights or when Tigress visited her new child friend Zan. In fact, she didn't tell them about her new chef. There was a lot that Tigress didn't tell them. "You shouldn't be locked up in your room all day, you should be living life."

"This is the problem when you have overly social friends," Tigress muttered to herself.

"Why not just ask the guy to the party? He may like it. How old is he?" Viper asked.

"Why does that matter?"

"Because we don't want some old fogey messing up our fun saying, 'you folk shouldn't be so loud'." Mei-Ling mocked in an old crooked voice. "Or someone overly religious."

"Well-" Tigress stopped short. Po was actually a lot more sociable than Tigress, and she knew Monkey personally. So in addition to a party and cooking-

It probably wasn't a bad idea. And it would help Po get his mind off of things with his wife. "Let me... ask him," Tigress finally said.

"You mean it?"

"You know I can't say no to you guys," Tigress fakely smiled. She really could, but they were so persistent that they wore her down sometimes.

"Great! And Tigress, no sneaking out of the party unless it's with a guy friend. You're going to get lucky whether you like it or not," Viper remarked.

The next day, Po was sleeping in his bed. "Po, wake up."

"Mmm let me sleep, Tigress," Po mumbled. Then his eyes shot open as he looked at standing at the foot of the bed. "TIGRESS!?"

"Hello," Tigress smirked. Po was sure to cover himself with the blankets.

"What are you doing in my room? HOW are you in my room?!" Po exclaimed. Tigress unsheathed her claws as she pointed to the balcony window.

"I used my claws to pick the lock. Pretty handy."

"Hehe, puns," Po laughed. Then he shook his head. "Wait, wait. That's not important. What are you doing here?! In my room?! IN THE MORNING!?"

"I wanted to ask you a question," Tigress said plainly.

"And it couldn't wait until I got out of bed?!"

"No," She simply replied. Po plopped his head into his hand.

"What's your question?"

"Will you help me host a party? I was hoping you could do the cooking," Tigress asked. "I was also going to ask Monkey if he could be the entertainment."

"That's it?" Po muttered. "Sure, I'll do it."

"You're okay with it, right? I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"Tigress has it ever occurred to you that THIS is making me uncomfortable right now?!" Po frantically exclaimed.

"You have the covers on. Nothing's unusual about that," Tigress said calmly.

"Yes, but since I don't have any CLOTHES on and it's MORNING, if I turn my legs the wrong way, you might see some part of my body with more blood in it than normal! Then both of us are going to be uncomfortable!" Po explained. Tigress finally understood.

"OH! Sorry! Sorry," Tigress quickly apologized, ran out the balcony window, and climbed up to her balcony window. Po sighed.

"Of all the people to work with, I had to work with this one," Po muttered. Though it was hard to adjust to at times, he still didn't regret it.


The party was alive. The crowd laughed and chuckled at Monkey's comedy. Po was cooking everything and Tigress had an open hibachi grill so the panda could display his skills. White hot flames soared as Po finished the dish for a lovely female cheetah. "Here you go," Po smiled charmingly. The cheetah giggled with her friends at the panda's cute mannerism. Po had forgotten how much he loved parties. His crush/love for Huai must have blinded him to that. He also noticed how much the people liked him. Po started looking back at his life. He never really had a bad experience with most people. Po finally guessed that it was because of his low-esteem and lack of self-confidence that lead him to believe that he wasn't really liked by people. Po's dad always tried to tell him not to do this to himself, but Po just wouldn't listen.

Po looked to the corner where he saw Tigress talking with her friends. "Tigress, where did you get that guy? He's amazing!" Viper shouted over the noise of laughter, referring to the comedian. "And the chef is awesome!"

"I've been outside lately," Tigress smiled.

"Any young bucks catch your eye yet?" Mei-Ling smirked. Tigress rolled her eyes.

"These drunk idiots don't interest me," Tigress muttered.

"Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to flirt with the cute panda chef," Mei-Ling smirked as she staggered away. Tigress wasn't worried. Mei-Ling was already half drunk and Po really wasn't in the mood for another relationship. Tigress was interested in what would happen so she followed Mei-Ling along with Viper. "Hey, cutie."

"Good evening ma'am," Po said with a gentlemanly tone. "What can I get for you?"

"Bloody Mary mixed with hard scotch," She breathed seductively. Po coughed a bit when the scent of liquor hit his nose.

"Well, there go the smell receptors," Po muttered under his breath, blinking away the liquor smell. "Coming." Tigress tried her best to not laugh as Po presented the drink to her. "Here you ma'am."

"You're very talented with the food there. How did Tigress find you?" Mei-Ling asked with a smirk. Po looked at Tigress, asking with his eyes for permission to tell her. Tigress smiled as she nodded.

"Simple. I'm her personal chef. I'm also the guy downstairs beneath her," Po smiled. Black coffee is known to sober people up pretty quickly, but a shocking fact can do that very well. Mei-Ling and Viper looked at their smug looking tiger friend with wide eyes.

"You're the guy downstairs?!" Viper exclaimed.

"Yep," Po smiled.

"Um... okay," Mei-Ling nodded, walking away with Tigress to scold her for not tell her about Po. The panda smiled as he continued to serve food while the party went on. Then a snow leopard came up to the bar, completely stoned.

"I hate life!" She burped.

"Nice to meet you too," Po calmly sighed. Another drunk... and it was a snow leopard.

"Why!? Why am I here!" She groaned.

"I don't know."

"Who am I again?" the snow leopard asked.

"I'm going to guess... A woman?"

"I am? YAY! Good on you, Song!" said the snow leopard. Po's ear perked up.

"You're Song? Hm, Tigress mentioned you," Po causally said.

"She did?! Does she finally want to have sex with me?" Song dumbly asked. Yep, that was the lesbian snow leopard.

"No, sorry," Po replied.

"Aw! Why! I'll be good!" Song staggered. Po smiled.

"I'm sure you will be. Why do you want Tigress to be your lover, though?"

"Because she's hot!" Song breathed out with liquor on her breath.

"Ugh, my poor nose," Po muttered. "Why don't you just wait for someone else?" Now Po's religion was known for having people in it that would criticize people like Song because of the Master's rule on homosexuality.

But Po knew the reason as to why the Master told him not to practice homosexuality. But he also remembered his dad saying, 'liars, cheaters, murders, hateful, hated, crooks, greedy people, lusty pervs, and other people are all in the same category. But the Master has given us a command to love these people even if they don't like us. Every friend does something that you're not going to like, but you like them as a person. Love the person yet hate what they do, while you worry about you. And while they have a right to do what they want, but they don't have a right to bash you over the head with their rights." In short, Po was the kind of guy to ACTUALLY be a follower of the Master.

"No one else will have me," Song said sadly. Po felt sad for her as he patted her on the shoulder.

"I know you'll find someone special for you," Po smiled. Suddenly, Song became woozy. "Come on, let me get you to a safe spot." Po picked her up and helped her to Tigress's room. "She won't be upset," Po convinced himself.

Continued...