"Stairs," Po panted, still a little worn out from his mad race up the stairs.
"Who are you?" Tai Lung snarled.
"Buddy, I am the Dragon Warrior," Po growled. Tai Lung was holding his master in his fangs.
"You? Him? He's fat. You're fat. What are you going to do big guy? Sit on me?" Tai Lung scoffed.
"Don't tempt me. No, I'm going to use this. You want it? Come and get it," Po teased, holding the Dragon Scroll.
Tai Lung punched him away and grabbed it, "Finally," but Po bounced off a pole and rebounded into Tai Lung, taking the scroll. He laughed a little at the absurdity of it all.
Tai Lung leapt into Po, sending him crashing down the mountain. Battling for it in the village, Po actually was having a chance. They both landed blows and hit the stairs, but Po was holding his own in this battle.
"That scroll if mine!" the huge wolf snarled.
As they bounced down more stairs, Po tumbled and landed with a bowl of noodles on his head and without the Dragon Scroll. He lassoed it, with the long noodles, but it hit him on the head and bounced away. Tai Lung lunged for it, and Po grabbed his foot in his jaws, sending him down on a cart and catapulting Po into the trees. Standing on two poles of bamboo, courtesy of the trees, he knocked over some pans and got an idea. As Tai Lung lunged for the scroll, Po shot a pan into his face, them more of the pans over it and did the game of switching them really fast, with a yowl of "Lightgning!" Finally, Tai Lung knocked them all away, but Po used the sticks to twist the huge wolf up, and lastly, falling right on his head. Tai Lung kicked Po into fireworks, and Po remembered his firework chair and sped ahead of Tai Lung, caught the scroll,a nd promptly blasted into a wall, letting it fly up onto a roof. Though both of them raced for it, Po envisioned it as food and made his way up the building.
"The scroll is giving him power. No!" Tai Lung kicked the wall, sending the scroll flying again, and they both raced for it. Finally, Tai Lung leaped up and kicked Po down into the ground, twirled, and smashed both fists into him, sending up a cloud full of dust and debris.
"Finally. Oh yes. The power of the Dragon Scroll is mine," Tai Lung opened it as the black and white wolf lied down in pain. "Its nothing," he yelped.
"It's okay. I didn't get it the first time either," Po admitted.
"What?" Tai Lung whimpered as Po stod.
"There is no secret ingredient. It's just you," he smiled as Tai Lung threw the scroll down in rage.
Snarling, Tai Lung tried the nerve attack, but Po only fell over and laughed as the huge wolf jabbed him over and over, but couldn't penetrate him.
"Stop it! I'm going to pee. Don't. Don't. Don't," he laughed. Finally, as he stood up, Tai Lung punched him in the stomach, but ripples went through him, and Po ended up, punching Tai Lung right back. As Tai Lung began punching at him, Po found confidence and parried, punching right back, and even using Tai Lung's bushy tail against him, to the point where Tai Lung bit it and yelped. Then, he butt-bumped him and sent him sailing through houses. Tai Lung ran at Po, screaming madly, but Po used his stomach to bounce Tai Lung up and high into the air, to the point of not being able to see him. Then, he came back down and Po backed up so Tai Lung crashed through the ground all the way to dripping water.
"You can't defeat me. You-you're just a big fat wolf," he stumbled and tried o punch Po, but Po grabbed his fingers in a paw.
"I'm not a big fat wolf. I'm the big fat wolf," Po said, straightening his ear.
"The Wuxi Finger Hold!" Tai Lung gasped.
"Oh, you know this hold?" Po teased.
"You're bluffing. You're bluffing. Shifu didn't teach you that," Tai Lung trembled.
"Nope. I figured it out. Skadoosh," Po said, twitching his ear. The whole valley resonated with the power of his chi and The Furious Five recognized it as they turned and saw.
As they returned, one of the villagers gasped, "Look. The Dragon Warrior." Through the dust came Po in a hat and a cape-which turned out to be a pan and an apron. Everyone cheered for him and Mr. Ping came to the front.
"That's my boy. That big lovely kung fu warrior is my son," he announced.
"Thanks dad," Po hugged him and his pan fell off, caught by Mantis. "Hey guys," he greeted the Furious Five.
"Master," Tigress stepped forwards and bowed to him.
"Master," the others copied her and Po laughed softly.
"Master? Master Shifu!" Po suddenly remembered. He had forgotten his master. Racing up the stairs again, he huffed and puffed as he reached the crumpled white wolf by the Moon Pool, stained with red. "Master! Shifu. Shifu. Are you okay?" Po ran to the wolf and turned him over.
"Po. You're alive. Or we're both dead," he assumed.
"No, master, I didn't die. I defeated Tai Lung," Po corrected.
"You did? Wow. It is as Oogway foretold. You are the Dragon Warrior," he panted. The pain he was feeling matched with exhaustion was making it hard to speak. "You have brought peace to this valley, and-and to me. Thank you. Thank you Po. Thank you," he trailed off, closing his eyes. It hurt too much to talk.
"No. Master! No no no. Don't die Shifu, please!" he yelled.
"I'm not dying, you idiot! Ah, Dragon Warrior. I am simply ate peace-finally," Master Shfu sighed, leaning back, and closing his eyes again. He had waited so many years for peace and it had finally come, courtesy of Po.
"Oh, um, I should stop talking?" the black and white wolf asked.
"If you can," Master Shifu replied. Po laid down next to Master Shifu, but it soon became evident he wanted to talk.
"Do you want to get something to eat?" he asked.
"Yeah," Master Shifu answered.
The end