A leaf flies inside the village market and covers the eyes of one of the merchants, leading to a chain reaction of chaos.
Oogway:Who knowsthe way of the universe? Where and when a raindrop might fall? How strongly awind will blow?
One of the merchants loses control over his wheelbarrow after being blinded by a leaf. Another merchant, Merchant #1, tosses a plate of lotus root with a knife stuck to it into the air - as he avoids being hit by a rolling barrel - and then catches it with ease.
Merchant #1:Whoa! I'll get it. Yeah! Whoa!
Another merchant, Merchant #2, has his head covered by a falling lantern - caused by Merchant #1's knife flying in the air.
Merchant #2:Come on, pal.
Merchant #2 accidentally hits a box of radishes. A radish falls from the box and keeps rolling down until it stops in front of Po.
Oogway:Is it all just an accident? Or could it be destiny?
A child is seen holding action figures of the Furious Six as he passes behind Po.
Child #1:Yay, this is awesome!
Po picks up the radish and cleans the dirt off it.
Po:Nice! Radish.
Po is interrupted from eating the radish when he hears Mr. Ping's voice.
Mr. Ping:Po! Help! Help me!
Po quickly rushes into the noodle shop, knocking over the tables of a few customers along the way.
Po:Sorry. Excuse me. Coming through!
Po enters the kitchen door.
Po:Dad! I'll protect you from that... pen?
Mr. Ping:I need you to autograph your stuff!
Po:Stuff?
Mr. Ping:Business has doubled since I turned your bedroom into a gift shop.
Po:Gift shop?
Mr. Ping:Dragon Warrior souvenirs with every purchase.
Po:Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You're selling my stuff?
Mr. Ping:Oh no no no no.
A child stands on top of the kitchen counter, receiving his food order and a Dragon Warrior souvenir.
Child #2
Oh boy, thank you!
Mr. Ping
I'm giving it away!
Po:What?! What about my Furious Six figures? Where are they?
Mr. Ping:I put them in the box over there.
Po:This box?!
The box appears to be empty.
Mr. Ping:Uh... whoops.
Po yells dramatically.
Po:No!
He repeatedly bumps his head against the wall as he cries.
Po:No.
Mr. Ping:I'm sorry, Po.
Po:Dad, they're handmade scale replicas with Kung Fu action!
Mr. Ping rubs his wings together in guilt.
Po:I made them the day I fell in love with Kung Fu. I have to find them!
He accidentally bumps against the kitchen door.
Po:Ow!
Mr. Ping:Po! It was an accident!
Po:Where are they?
