Responding to the attack on instinct, Johnny's Stand came out to block a flying kick from the guard dog, but a chop from the canine's paw grazed his Stand's metallic hair, filling the hallway with a lingering reverberation. Landing on the windowsill between the Mystery Gang and freedom, the dog spun around and threatened all with a open palm, Wing Chun stance.
"Not a bad block kid, but if you think you're getting away from me, you're a dumpling dummy." said the dog.
Quickly scanning the hallway, Johnny saw their only other options were to go out the way they came, or to take a far door which would lead down into the warehouse. Neither choice was ideal, the window fire escape was the only way to guarantee they wouldn't be caught. Walking past the others, he stood face to face with the dog and assumed his own fighting stance.
"We don't have time for this, we have to go." said Fred, eyeing the path down to the warehouse.
Feinting with a right jab, Johnny let the dog block his punch, but with his left hand he reached forward to grab the dog's red gi and pulled with all his might into a throw. Flipping through the air, the dog landed on his feet and slid down the tiles halfway down the long corridor.
"Everyone out now." said Johnny, who felt Shaggy and Scooby-Doo race past him and down the ladder.
"You're just going to stay behind?" asked Daphne.
"I can handle myself if I get caught. After the incident at the hospital, they likely have their eyes on you guys." said Johnny.
While Fred and Daphne took their turns to leave, Velma pause for a moment. Lightly tapping Johnny on the shoulder, all she could say was, "Good luck," before escaping with her friends.
"Honor among thieves. You volunteer to stay behind so your friends can escape. I almost like you boy." said the dog, righting himself as he walked forward.
"We're no thieves." said Johnny. "And I admit I like your style as well; it brings me no pleasure having to fight you."
The last light of the sun beamed through the glass windows, illuminating the hallway with shadowed crosses which crept across the floor. His sneakers squeaking into the floor tiles, Johnny got a footing he liked before rushing forward with a roundhouse kick. Stopping mere inches from the dog's head, Johnny saw a glow of green hands had caught his leg in mid-air and held him in place.
"Have a taste of Jade Justice." said the dog, with a straight punch which Johnny knew would miss him by at least a foot. As his hand moved forward, one of the glowing hands on Johnny's leg moved through the air and pressed against the dog's fist, guiding it towards Johnny's abdomen, and even twisting the fist slightly turning the jab into a screw punch.
Barely able to block with the open palm of his own Stand, Johnny was knocked into the wall between two windows, with an impact so hard he could feel the space between every brick.
Posing and kicking into the air to show off, the dog flipped, and somersaulted, and every movement seemed to be corrected by the two hands which flew around him in a frenzy to keep his balance centered and his feet steady when he landed. Without the stand, it was likely that the dog was liable to hurt himself, but with it he was a whirlwind of martial arts.
Dusting himself off, Johnny stood and regained his composure. He faced a foe with incredible defensive and offensive powers. It would be no small feat to bring him down.
"I'm Johnny Bravo, of Bravo's gym and dojo." said Johnny.
"Hong Kong Phooey, number one hero guy." said the dog.
Recognizing one another with a formal bow, the two fighters finally began their fight.
Feinting with another right jab, this time Johnny followed up by dropping into a spinning sweep kick. Hong Kong Phooey merely hopped over Johnny and raised both paws before leaning into a double strike which grazed off Johnny's shoulder blade and lower back.
Breathing hard as he spun back, Johnny let loose a flurry of punches, which Hong Kong Phooey dodged all while calmly stepping backwards. The hands from his Stand were doing all the work, gently pushing Johnny's fists aside or blocking just long enough for the dog to move into a safe position. No longer moving back, Hong Kong Phooey advanced into Johnny's attacks and leapt forward in another flying kick. One of the green hands flew around to the backside to push and add force to the attack, while the other quickly adjusted the angle of every joint on Hong Kong's leg to ensure that the kick would hurt Johnny, but prevent the dog from hurting himself.
With the added force from the second hand, Johnny's Stand was unable to maintain its guard and the kick landed with all the force of a heart bump right into Johnny's upper-left chest. This time the force sent him into a window, but thankfully Johnny's hair prevented the glass from cutting or hurting his head.
Rising from the ground once again, Johnny pulled his comb from his pocket and made sure his hair was alright. His Stand also had a comb in its hand, and Johnny wondered if the strange power it had manifested in the fight with top cat would work against Hong Kong Phooey. Perhaps he could freeze the dog in place and make his own getaway, but would he be happy with a cheap victory like that? Putting his comb away, Johnny cracked his knuckles and once again began his attack.
"You're persistent, I'll give you that." said Hong Kong Phooey. "But you need to learn when you're out of your league kid."
Punches flew between the two, but each time Johnny could feel the limit of his Stand. The Green Hands were faster than his own, and Hong Kong's punches felt like punching steel. His left jab met fist to paw against Hong Kong and he could feel his bone crack. Blocking a chop was like stopping an axe with his forearm and every tendon and nerve in his right arm felt severed even though his skin was unbroken. Hong Kong blocked an attempted kick, catching Johnny's foot, and with the gentlest pull, he felt the dog dislocate his ankle. Pushing back on the leg, Hong Kong left Johnny lying on the ground a broken pile of pain.
A voice from down the hall called out.
"Did we have a break in? Was it those strange kids?" said a distant voice in heavily accented English.
Johnny saw Hong Kong Phooey turn his head for a moment, and as dishonorable as it felt, he crawled his way down the hall to the door at the far end.
"Down here." said Hong Kong Phooey, looking back down the hall. "No, not in the break room they were already in there. Over here. Oh, they already went inside there, now they can't hear me. Those Shanghai silly-heads."
Reaching up, Johnny let his Stand open the door and he found himself at the top of a long stairway which had a landing half-way down. Even making it to the landing might be too optimistic in his condition though. As he passed through the doorway though, he heard a loud snap of wood around him. Looking up, Johnny saw his Stand had broken the doorposts and lintel, almost shattering the wood into splinters.
"Oh no you don't." shouted Hong Kong Phooey, racing towards Johnny, finally noticing his escape attempt. With a straight kick, Hong Kong thought Johnny too weak to even defend against that, but somehow Johnny felt his strength had returned to him and rising with an uppercut, he caught Hong Kong dead on and smashed the dog into the ceiling.
"Whoa mama!" exclaimed Johnny, rising to his feet, he flexed his muscles and felt as though every injury he had sustained had immediately disappeared.
The sensation was oddly familiar. Thinking back to the hospital, he recalled being shot in the chest, falling to the floor, barely able to manage crawling his way out of the room, but as soon as he crossed the doorway his Stand had done the exact same thing, broken the door post, healing him as though he had never been in that room or received those wounds.
With a crash of wood overhead, Johnny realized Hong Kong Phooey was recovering and would soon be on the warpath. Quickly jumping down the stairway, he reached the warehouse floor and found himself among a sea of crates of novelty umbrellas, cheap ceramic dragon statues, and paper lanterns.
"Nice trick you have, recovering like that." said Hong Kong Phooey. "Almost makes me excited wondering how many times I'll have to beat you down before you stay down."
Peeking out the open loading door, Johnny looked and saw the alleyway where the Mystery Machine had been parked. Thankfully it was now gone, and the others were away.
"Actually, you don't have to wonder." said Johnny, raising his hands in the air. "I give up. Call the cops, you caught me breaking and entering."
With that, the green hands of Hong Kong Phooey's Stand faded and the dog's demeanor changed from hostile to serene.
"Knowing when you are beaten is a sign of wisdom." said Hong Kong Phooey, who kept watch over Johnny as the last lights of day were replaced by the red and blue lights of police sirens.
Stand Guide:
Kung Fu Fighting (1972 song by Carl Douglas) - Stand of Hong Kong Phooey
Power - C
Speed - A
Range - D
Durability/Endurance - B
Precision - A
Development - C
Kung Fu Fighting appears as two Glowing, Green Hands which float in close proximity to Hong Kong Phooey's body. While they serve to block enemy attacks, the Hands are mostly kept busy adjusting Hong Kong Phooey's own body as he attacks his opponents. Normally Hong Kong Phooey's attacks are ineffectual and dangerous to himself, but with this Stand his attacks become precise and dangerous, even sometimes giving him an extra boost in power.