I felt that this was needed. If this story is successful then I will do the second movie and an adaptation of the third movie since I wasn't the biggest fan of it. Enjoy! A couple of the characters are humanized and some are OOC with some name changes. This chapter will be a day in the life of Randy Cunningham.

Name... Randy Cunningham. Age... Fourteen. My story is pretty wild... but I'm not sure where to begin so... I guess I'll start at the beginning.

When I was a baby, my parents abandoned me. I don't know why though but I don't think about it very much. Though... it would be nice to have a family. I was left at the orphanage and no family wanted me. You see... I'm a little different. I'm the only one in the village with Tyrian purple hair. I'm the oldest kid in the orphanage but I don't care. I protect and care for the kids in the orphanage since the owner works another job to get us money. I also work anywhere in the village that is willing to pay me. Even the smallest scraps will help. But what I've always dreamed of is becoming a member of the Furious Five. The greatest ninjas in all of Norrisville, maybe even all of Japan!

But... I don't see that happening anytime soon but that's okay. I've got the best job in the world and that's protecting my family at the orphanage.

Cue some BRUCE action music

A flash of purple is seen running through the village of Norrisville. 'Come on! I'm gonna be so late!' A cart with a mountain of fruit is crossing the street but the teen smirk as he jumped over the cart without touching the fruit. He landed on his feet but continued to run. The teen kept running but he was so lost in his thoughts he accidentally ran into someone. "Sorry, I should pay more attention to where I'm running." The elderly gentleman laughed. "You are fine. The youth of today are so vibrant." The teen smiled then realized that he was going to be late. "Sorry, I've to go. I'm gonna be late for work." Then the teen ran off. The elderly man smiled. "Hmm. He has promise."

The teen ran till he stopped in front of a noodle shop. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Made it." He walked in, passed all the empty tables with chairs on top of them, and walked into the kitchen. "You are late, Randy!" Randy smiled nervously as he scratched the back of his head. "Sorry, Mr. Ping. I had to drop the kids from the orphanage at school since Ms. Garcia wasn't able to." Mr. Ping turned around and smiled. "Oh, don't worry about it. I know that you are one of the main caretakers of those bundles of joy. It's not a problem. The shop opens in less than an hour, let's get cooking."

"You got it, Mr. Ping." Randy got his uniform on and went outside to set the tables. "Once you got the tables set, help me make the noodles!" Mr. Ping shouted. "Okay, Mr. Ping!" Randy shouted back. Randy quickly set the tables by putting the chairs on the floor and putting the tablecloths on the table. Once the tables were set, Randy rushed back to the kitchen to help Mr. Ping cut the vegetables. He grabbed a knife and cut the vegetables faster then anyone could blink. "Randy, you must have had some experience with knives. You're more experience at cutting vegetables then I am and I've been cooking for over thirty years," Mr. Ping said impressed. Randy just shrugged. "I keep telling you. I don't know. I've always been good with them. I didn't know how to cook anything until I started working for you and Mrs. Garcia keeps all the knives under lock and key. Not even I can get to them without asking." Truth be told, Randy had no idea how he could do many of the things he could do. He was the fastest runner in his home. He was skilled in knives and cutting. He could even cut things in mid-air and he had no formal training whatsoever.

"Well, I guess it doesn't matter how you can do it. As long as you don't use your talents for evil," Mr. Ping told him. "Never, Mr. Ping. I use my skills to help others just like the Furious Five." Mr. Ping laughed a bit. "Still dreaming about becoming a member, huh?" Randy blushed embarrassedly. "Yeah, well, you are never too young to have a big dream."

"Indeed, Randy, you are never too young to dream big," Mr. Ping told him. The two had a good conversation for a good 20 minutes till the restaurant opened. "Time to get to work!" Customers started to enter all natural Noodle Diner. Like clockwork, Randy went from table to table taking order after order. When he received the orders, he gave them to Mr. Ping, who gave Randy many bowls to carry. Randy was normally able to carry at least 10 bowls at a time without spilling a drop. Everyone was always impressed with his skills but whenever they asked how Randy was able to do it, he gave the same answer each time, he just didn't know.

At the end of the day, Randy cleaned up the restaurant along with Mr. Ping. "Good job today, Randy. Here's your paycheck," Mr. Ping said as he handed Randy his paycheck. Randy looked at the paycheck and smiled. "Thank you, Mr. Ping," Randy said as he bowed in respect. "Randy, no need for all those formalities. You are a fellow co-worker and friend."

Randy smiled. "Well, I should get going. Same time next week?" Mr. Ping smiled back. "Same time next week." And with that Randy left. Mr. Ping was always concerned about Randy since he worked almost eight jobs a week with no breaks but he had a good heart for the children at the orphanage. Mr. Ping just hoped that one day Randy dreams would come true.

Randy came home moments after the end of his shift and not a moment too soon, he was swarmed with kids. "Randy! You're back!" Many of them shouted. "Hey, guys. How was school?" Randy asked as he kneeled down to their level. "Great!" "Okay." "Boring as usual." Were many of the answers Randy got from the children. "Did Ms. Garcia finish making dinner?" Randy asked. "Yeah! Let's go!" They all shouted. "Wash your hands first!" Randy shouted. "Okay!" Randy smiled. While he wished to be with a family of his own, he was happy taking care of the children in the orphanage.

After dinner, all the children went to bed and Randy went to Ms. Garcia's room. He handed her all the money he earned from working at the Noodle Diner. "Thank you, Randy. Are you sure you don't want to keep any of it? I know that you will need it in the future," Ms. Garcia said concerned but Randy shook his head. "No, I'm more than happy to help everyone here." Ms. Garcia smiled. "What would we do without you?" Randy shrugged. "I don't know. I'm going to bed. I've got a long day tomorrow. Night!"

"Good night, Randy."

Since Randy was the oldest kid in the orphanage, he lived on the top floor. The orphanage had two floors with a room attic on top which was Randy's room. Now, you would think that since Randy lived in an orphanage, his room would be bland, boring, and have nothing in it. Instead, Randy has posters and many actions figures of the Furious Five that Randy found or created himself in the past several years. He also had some shurikens that he liked to keep and train with.

Randy sighed heavily as he changed into his pajamas. He looked out his window at the Emerald Palace. "I wonder what it would be like to train there and become a true ninja. If I ever got the chance to go there then I could help everyone here and maybe find my true calling." Randy sighed as he turned off the light, went to bed, and dreamed of being apart of the Furious Five as he did every single night.

The first chapter is done. This is a complete AU of Kung Fu Panda but in my own style. I have not fully decided if Howard will be in this story. He probably won't be but I don't know yet. Also, I'm in school so updates will be slow but I have a good feeling about this story.