Marvel Kung Fu Panda

But now, a pressing issue loomed before George: how to handle this extraordinary panda.

Normally, returning Big White to the Smithsonian Zoo would be straightforward. However, this panda was different—highly intelligent. Its morning escape made it clear that it didn't want to return to the zoo. After disappearing for a day, Big White returned to their home, seemingly intending to stay.

After a brief struggle, George decided to contact the director of the Smithsonian Zoo, sharing the latest news about Big White.

Regardless of the situation, Big White technically belonged to the Smithsonian Zoo. Keeping him at home, with the food intake he required, would eventually raise suspicions; it couldn't be kept secret.

Additionally, a panda like Big White could easily attract unwanted attention. The zoo seemed a safer haven.

After explaining the situation to the zoo director, George hung up, then informed his colleagues that the search was over.

With all notifications sent, he glanced at the peacefully sleeping panda and shook his head in amazement.

"This guy is sleeping soundly. If those searching for him knew, they'd be astounded."

"Dad, do we really have to send him away?" Gwen asked, clearly reluctant.

"Yes, but I've spoken with the mayor. If negotiations go well, he might stay in New York, and a special panda pavilion could be built for him."

"But for now, we need to keep a close eye on him."

After the zoo escape and Big White's daring rescue, the panda had captured America's attention, becoming an internet sensation. The potential value he held was immense.

Using Big White's influence wisely could significantly boost the cultural and economic profile of a city. The panda economy is a formidable force, and Big White's unique status could generate unimaginable wealth.

Perhaps even a simple live broadcast could make stock prices soar.

"Sigh... Maybe I should take a leave from school," Gwen mused. If this continued, sleep would remain elusive.

"While you're awake, email your teachers or ask friends to cover for you," George suggested.

"Okay."

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Meanwhile, at the mayor's office, the Smithsonian Zoo director and Animal Protection Association staff, having received George's update, headed toward Midtown Queens.

"Mayor Adams, now that our zoo's panda has been located, we won't trouble you further," the director said to a middle-aged man beside him, subtly promoting the zoo's achievements.

Adams Dylan, New York City's mayor, was a retired military officer turned lawyer, elected through a citizen vote. Unlike a committee-appointed mayor, he wielded significant executive power akin to a president.

With a handsome face, half-framed glasses, deep-set eyes, neatly combed hair, and a tailored suit, he exuded knowledge and authority.

He had actively assisted the Smithsonian Zoo and Animal Protection in searching for Big White following his disappearance in Queens, Manhattan.

Like many, he recognized the panda's value and harbored thoughts of his own.

"Haha, no problem. I'm eager to see this extraordinary panda myself," Adams said, gesturing for the director to enter the car first.

Though smiling, his words carried an undeniable authority.

The director hesitated but complied, silently hoping Washington's officials would arrive swiftly. If delayed, Big White might remain in New York.

The animal protection staff remained silent. Their priority was the panda's safety, regardless of location.

The black Lincoln left Executive Square, followed by a white van carrying team members and an iron cage equipped with tranquilizer guns.

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Back at Gwen's room, George sat, eating a sandwich his wife made, keeping a vigilant eye on the sleeping Big White, fearing he'd vanish again.

Gwen lay on her bed, engrossed in her phone, researching pandas, kung fu, and folklore.

As she delved deeper, various real cases and legends made her wonder about the existence of creatures like ghosts, witches, and vampires.

"George, Mayor Adams is here," Mrs. Stacy announced, opening the bedroom door. Behind her were Adams, the zoo director, and guards armed with tranquilizer guns to prevent any harm from the panda.

However, in such tight quarters, tranquilizers might not act swiftly enough if the panda turned aggressive.

Hearing Mrs. Stacy, Big White's ears perked slightly.

George quickly set his sandwich aside, standing to greet the mayor.

"Mayor Adams, welcome. I've been watching this panda closely; he's still asleep," George said, showing respect for the mayor.

"Good. I'm curious about this panda. Let me have a look," Adams replied.

"Certainly." As George turned to lead them, Gwen's sudden exclamation interrupted.

"Hey, Big White, what are you doing!?"

George's heart raced as he spun around, seeing Big White on the desk, opening the window.

"Don't use the tranquilizer!" Adams commanded, stopping the guards from shooting.

At twenty floors up, a tranquilizer could cause Big White to fall dangerously.

With the window unlocked, Big White easily slipped out, rolling onto the fire escape.

Without hesitation, he approached the edge, poised to jump.

"No, no, no... Don't jump!" George shouted, fear gripping him as he leaned out the window.

Adams and the others tensed, watching the unfolding drama with bated breath.