(*traditional erhu music plays*)
"IT IS THE YEAR 1271. THE VASTNESS OF THE SILK ROAD HAD BEEN RECENTLY TRAVELED UPON BY A YOUNG ITALIAN MAN BY THE NAME OF MARCO POLO. IT IS HERE WHERE WE FIND ROCKY AND BULLWINKLE, ALONG WITH MR. PEABODY AND SHERMAN, HAVING JOINED THIS LITTLE EXPEDITION."
"How…much longer?!" Bullwinkle exclaimed, pouring water down the back of his neck. "It's so hot…and I haveta go…"
"You should've taken care of that when we were in Mongolia." Rocky replied.
"But I didn't need to go thennn…" Bullwinkle whined.
"Gentlemen, Look!" Peabody exclaimed. He and Sherman were riding on a horse, he briefly paused to show them the map that they were using. "We've arrived in Beijing! In this year, however, they refer to it as Peking."
"PEABODY WAS CORRECT--SPRAWLING BEFORE OUR HEROES AS THE CARAVAN GOT CLOSER WAS THE CITY OF PEKING. THERE WERE PEOPLE ON THE STREETS SELLING A VARIETY OF ITEMS, SILK, FISH, WEAPONRY, STREET FOOD, EVEN ANIMALS! TALL RED BUILDINGS WITH CURVED ROOFTOPS LINED ALMOST EVERY COBBLESTONE PATH, AND EVERY NOW AND THEN A RICKSHAW WOULD DART PAST."
"It's so beautiful Mr. Peabody!" Sherman gasped.
"It sure is my boy.." Peabody replied.
"Where're we going to next?" Bullwinkle asked.
"Why, we are headed to the Imperial Palace of the Emperor--" Peabody spoke, just as said palace was now in full view. "--Kublai Khan..."
"MAKE SURE TO BE WITH US NEXT TIME FOR "Kung Fu Panda-ring" OR "Don't break the China!"!"