Mr. Ping:
Po, did you hear ? Some idiot cook poisoned Shifu.
Po:
What ?
[fell down the stairs]
Po:
Is he dead ?
Mr. Ping:
Not yet, but he will be when they catch him.
Po:
No, I meant Shifu.
Mr. Ping:
Oh no, he's alive... Barely.
Po:
[Gulps]
Mr. Ping:
So? how did you do ?
Po:
Oh, I've made a mess.
Mr. Ping:
Oh, that you did. Ah, my son, the chef. I'm so pride.
Po:
Yeah, about the whole chef thing, uh... Maybe there's something else I'd be good at.
Mr. Ping:
Well, let's see how good you are at cleaning up this mess.
Po:
Good thinking, Dad! I could clean things. I'd be a great cleaner.
Mr. Ping:
[laughs]
You a cleaner ? I can't even get you to take a bath ! You're funny ! You should be a comedian.
Po:
A comedian ! Uh-huh, uh-huh.
Mr. Ping:
Or a dancer ?
Po:
Got it dancer ! I can do graceful ?
Mr. Ping:
You graceful ?
[Chuckles]
Mr. Ping:
I feel sick !
Po:
Then you need a doctor ! I could be a doctor... Cleaner, comedian, dancer, doctor. Great what else ?
Po:
An emperor !
Po:
[Gasp]
Can I ?
Mr. Ping:
No, i was just kidding. Po. Your destiny is to become a chef, like me.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:24