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“Everything,” Po said dreamily.

“Look,” Oogway said, pointing. Po was in the kitchen, not sleeping. He was training . Clumsily, yes, but with a furious, beautiful passion. He did one-finger push-ups (falling over), kicked at hanging pots (missing most), and practiced stances while humming to himself. Sweat dripped into his fur. He never stopped smiling. kung fu panda kung fu panda

“Then,” Shifu grinned, “we train… with food.” “Everything,” Po said dreamily

Silence. Then, disbelief. Shifu protested: “That… that panda ? He can’t even touch his toes!” Tigress snarled. Po grinned. “I can touch my toes. I just don’t like to.” He was training

Shifu was furious. He refused to train Po. Instead, he tried to drive him away—painful training montages, impossible stances, high falls, and low blows. Po failed at everything. He couldn’t balance on a pole. He couldn’t catch a dumpling thrown at his face (he caught it with his mouth—then ate it). The Furious Five laughed.