[That night, the Six are walking to the bunkhouse, which sits high on a hill, led by a palace goose with a lantern.]

Mantis: There's no words.

Crane: No denying that.

Viper: I don't understand what Master Oogway was thinking. Those two are gonna get themselves killed!

Crane: [mocking] The panda is so mighty! The Dragon Warrior... fell out of the sky on a ball of fire!

Mantis: When he walks, the very ground shakes!

[Everyone laughs except Stella and Tigress.]

Stella: Guys, no need to be hard on those two. Sure it was unexpected, but Oogway would have a good reason for picking them.

Mantis: Face it, Stella. Those two wouldn't even last a week here.

Tigress: One would think that Master Oogway would choose someone who actually knew kung fu. [She walks ahead.]

Crane: Yeah, or could at least touch his toes.

Monkey: Or even see his toes.

[As the others walk off, laughing, Po emerges from behind rock, who unbeknownst to them has been walking behind them this whole time, hearing everything. He attempts to look at his toes, but just sees gut. He lifts up his stomach, leans forward... leans... leans... and falls over. He gets up and watches them go inside. He sighs.]

Red: Hey, don't let them get to you. They're just jerks.

Po: I know. But, maybe they're right.

[Inside, the Six blow out the candles in their rooms as Po and Red peeks around the corner.]

Po: Okay.

[They tip-toe into the hall. SQUEAK. The floorboards strain beneath Po. SQUEAK.]

Po: [whispering] Great.

Red: [whispering] Shh.

[Po takes a gentle step. Cre-e-e-a-a—CHUNK! Po's foot goes through the floor. Po tries to recover. SQUEAK-SQUEAK-SQUEAK! THUNK! Po rolls his ankle and stumbles through a bedroom door with Red. They turn and find Crane staring back at them.]

Po: Oh hey... hi. You're up.

Red: 'Sup.

Crane: Am now.

Po: Red and I were just, uh... Some day, huh? That kung fu stuff is hard work, right? Your biceps sore?

[Crane looks at his wing.]

Crane: Um... I've had a long and rather disappointing day, so uh...yeah, I should probably get to sleep now.

Po: Yeah yeah yeah, of course. [Turns to leave.]

Crane: [Relieved] Okay, thanks.

Po: It's just... I'm such a big fan. [Turns back.]

Crane: [Alarmed] Oop.

Po: You guys were totally amazing at the Battle of Weeping River. Outnumbered a thousand to one, but you didn't stop, and then you just... WA-YA-HA-HA HI-YAH!

[Po does a spastic series of kung fu moves and... RIP... kicks his foot through the paper wall.]

Po: Ooh, sorry about that. [Looks through the hole to see Monkey glaring at him.]

Crane: Look, you and your red friend don't belong here.

[Po looks stung to be hearing this from one of his heroes.]

Po: I know. I know. You're right. I just— my whole life, I've dreamed of—

[Crane stops Po before he embarrasses himself even more.]

Crane: No no no... I meant you two don't belong here. I mean, in this room. This is my room. Property of Crane.

[Po is mortified, but covers.]

Po: Oh, okay. Right right. Yeah, you want to get to sleep. [Begins backing out of the room.]

Crane: Yeah.

Po: We're keepin' you up. We got big things tomorrow. [Begins shutting the door.] Alright. You're awesome. Last thing I'm gonna say. Okay. Bye bye.

[Po shuts the door. His silhouette can be seen standing outside, not moving. Crane sighs. The door suddenly opens. Po pokes his head in with an eager smile.]

Po: What was that?

Crane: I didn't say anything.

Po: Okay. Alright. Goodnight. Sleep well.

[Po backs out and closes the door. Crane puts his foot on his head.]

Po: Seemed a little bit awkward...

Red: [Sarcastic] No, really?

[Po turns and walks down the hall to find a vacant room. CREAK-CREAK... Tigress opens the door next to them. Po winces.]

Po: Master Tigress! Didn't mean to wake you. I was just, uh—

Tigress: You two don't belong here.

Red: Yeah, we already know that. This must be your room— [Tigress approaches and glares at them.]

Tigress: I mean... you two don't belong in the Jade Palace. You're a disgrace to kung fu, and if you have any respect for who we are and what we do, you two will be gone by morning.

[She closes the door on Po, who stares, stunned and saddened.]

Po: Big fan...

[Po walks away in shame as Red was about to keep looking for a room, but he bumps into Stella.]

Red: Ah, uh, hey. Sorry, didn't see you there.

Stella: Yeah, you don't belong here.

Red: Wh-what do you mean, a room or the palace?

Stella: I mean, you don't belong in the hallway. Your room is at the end of the hall.

Red: O-oh, uh, right. Thanks, uh, Master Stella.

Stella: *chuckled a bit* Just Stella is fine. Also, maybe Shifu could cut you and your friend some slack. He can be like that all the time, but he's a good guy once you get to know him.

[She walks to her room and went inside.]

[A little later, a dejected Po is standing under a peach tree on a hill. Oogway approaches with a glowing lantern.]

Oogway: I see you have found the Sacred Peach Tree of Heavenly Wisdom.

[Po spins around, his arms full of peaches and his mouth equally stuffed. He drops the peaches in shock.]

Po: [with his mouth full] Is that what this is? I am so sorry. I thought it was just a regular peach tree.

Oogway: I understand. You eat when you are upset.

Po: [Spits out the remaining peaches and slurs words together.] Upset? I'm not upset. What makes you think I'm upset?

Oogway: So why are you upset?

[Po pauses, then sighs: There's no use trying to lie to Oogway.]

Po: I probably sucked more today than anyone in the history of kung fu, in the history of China, in the history of sucking.

Oogway: Probably.

Po: And the Six... man, you should have seen them, they totally hate me.

Oogway: Totally.

Po: How's Shifu ever gonna turn me into the Dragon Warrior? [He lifts his large stomach and drops it, causing it to bounce until he stops with his his paw. He sighs.] I mean, I'm not like the Six. I've got no claws, no wings, no venom. Even Mantis has those... [imitating a mantis's front legs] ...thingies. Maybe I should just quit and go back to making noodles.

[Po sits down, his back to Oogway. Oogway look at him for a moment.]

Oogway: Quit, don't quit. Noodles, don't noodles. [Po looks back at him, confused.] You are too concerned with what was and what will be. There's a saying: Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That is why it is called the present.

[Oogway hits the tree with his staff as he walks away, and a peach falls into Po's open paw. Po smiles as he watches the tortoise leave.]