Marvel Kung Fu Panda

A sense of dread washed over George as he stepped cautiously into the house, heading straight for the utility warehouse.

As he reached the corner, he noticed a trail of red liquid leading along the wall, ending at the door of the utility room.

George had a hunch about what had happened but needed to see it for himself.

Suppressing his rising anger, he followed the strong aroma of wine to the grocery room. The scene inside sent his blood pressure skyrocketing.

"Hiccup." Big White lay sprawled on the shelf, clutching a bottle of sake, clearly intoxicated. Noticing George at the door, he hiccupped, blinking dazedly.

"Hey, you're back. This wine's really good!"

Initially intending to destroy the stash, Big White had broken a bottle, and the aroma piqued his curiosity. One taste led to another, and before he knew it, he was drinking bottle after bottle.

Only the first few were consumed consciously; after that, he lost track, accidentally knocking over others.

"Oh, no!!!" George clutched his head, overwhelmed. It took him a moment to process the scene before him.

Though tempted to vent his anger, the sight of the drunken panda lying amid broken glass tempered his reaction. He felt a mix of worry and fear.

"My God, how did you find this place!" George exclaimed, hurriedly kicking shards aside and lifting Big White, who was sprawled like a ragdoll.

As George emerged with Big White, Gwen returned home, alarmed to see her father carrying the panda covered in red liquid. Panic set in, fearing something dire had happened.

"What happened? Is he okay?" she asked, rushing forward, momentarily ignoring the potent scent of wine.

"He's drunk, and I carried him out," George replied, flushed and struggling under the panda's weight. He wondered if his strength was waning.

"Drunk?" Gwen asked, still processing the situation.

---

The family gathered in the living room, amused by the panda snoring on the sofa.

"So, Big White drank all the wine you had hidden," Mrs. Stacy remarked, turning from the panda to her husband.

"Yes, but he didn't drink much; most of it ended up spilled," George admitted, wincing at the loss. Those were his prized wines, gone to waste in a single day.

Mrs. Stacy's expression turned stern.

"I told you not to drink, given your health."

"Uh... they were from a while ago. It'd be a shame to waste them," George mumbled, trying to justify himself.

His wife shook her head, her voice softening.

"Dear, I know you love your wine, but as a police sergeant, you need to stay healthy for your safety."

"These drinks will only dull your senses. With your late nights, your health could decline."

"Your job's dangerous, and I worry every time you leave on a mission."

Her eyes glistened, and George felt a pang of guilt.

"Sorry, I'll cut back," he promised, considering his recent struggles might indicate a health issue.

But Mrs. Stacy's next words caught him off guard.

"That's not the biggest concern. Now that Big White's living with us, we can't let him develop a drinking habit."

"I can't bear to think of what might happen if he drank too much."

Gwen chimed in, "Dad, are pandas safe to drink? Their biology's different from humans; we don't know how they'll handle alcohol."

"Don't worry, he's a bear," George said, patting the panda's head. With Big White asleep, he finally had a chance to touch him. Despite the lost wine, the experience wasn't all bad.

---

While the family chatted, Big White was deep in a dream.

In the dream, he stood in the Valley of Peace, at the Sacred Tears Spring behind the Jade Palace, a martial arts training ground.

In the light of dawn, a raccoon stood on a rock, backlit by the sun, gazing down at him.

"Do you want to learn... Kung Fu?" it asked loudly.

"Yes!" Big White felt a surge of excitement, responding eagerly.

"Then I am your master!" the raccoon declared, fists clenched.

From then on, Big White had a master.

The scene shifted to an endless green lawn.

He watched his master expectantly from the rock.

"When you focus on martial arts, you're quite lacking," Master Raccoon said. "But maybe it's my fault. I can't teach you traditionally."

"This is the only way to unlock your potential."

It produced a large bowl of buns.

---

The dream shifted again. Big White trained, driven by the lure of delicious food.

To earn buns and ramen, he had to meet Master Raccoon's training targets.

Upon completing them, Master Raccoon would playfully thwart his attempts to eat, honing his reflexes.

Thus, his martial arts journey continued.

But before making progress, the dream faded.

Dazed, Big White heard a mechanical voice.

"Martial arts evolution... 10% complete."

---

"Huh." Waking up, Big White felt a pounding headache, as if gripped in a vice. His body felt sluggish.

"Ugh, I feel terrible," he groaned, rising from the couch to find water.

Just then, Gwen entered and saw Big White stirring.

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