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Dre: I hate China with all its know-it-all cookies and overly-tall walls. This place stinks. Kai-Lan: You just have to get to know it. I'm Kai-Lan; That's Chinese for broccoli.

Dre: I'm Dre; That's American for son of Will Smith.

[gong]

Kai-Lan: You shouldn't talk to me in front of the school bullies.

Dre: Why? Afraid I get black and blue?

Po: More like black and white.

(cut to "Are you Karate Kidding Me?" title)

Po: You think you can just show up and star in a karate movie 'cause you're cute. I'm a panda; I'll always be cute. You got three, maybe four years of cuteness left in ya.

Mr. Han: Noodles?

Po: Ooh, I love noodles.

[punch]

Mr. Han: Did you know notice how I beat you using this bowl?

Po: No, I was too busy watch my coach beating your guy with a spoon.

[smacks]

Mr. Han: Enough! We will save fighting for tournament.

[gong]

Mr. Han: You must learn discipline. Take off your backpack and throw it down.

Dre: But I got it from my friend, Dora.

Backpack: I'm the backpack, the backpack, the backpack!

Mr. Han: Throw it down.

Backpack: Ow, what are you doing?

Mr. Han: Pick up. Throw it down. Pick it up. Throw it down. Pick it up. Throw it down. Pick it up. Throw it down. Pick it up. Throw it down. Pick it up. Throw it down.

Dre: What did that teach me?

Mr. Han: Nothing. I just hate that Dora the Explorer show.

[gong]

Mr. Han: Many mysteries will be asks today but ask starts with one question.

Dre: What's that?

[smacks]

Dre: Ow!

Mr. Han: Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself?

Dre: Ugh, Po's got a much better trainer.

Mr. Han: That true. I put sleeping potion in his lunch.

[sneeze]

Mr. Han: You must feel the force flowing through you. Only then can you defeat Vader.

Dre: Vader? I thought I was training to fight Po.

Mr. Han: Sorry, our training montage look alike.

Yoda: Looking to be sued you are, hmm? As are you.

Edward: We're not even training, you snot-covered goblin.

Mr. Han: Enough! We'll save fight time for tournament.

Dre: But wait a minute. What kind of tournament are we training for?

Referee: Welcome to the Chicken Fight Championship. Let's have a clean fight and no fouls except for the chicken kind. Begin!

(they all fight)

Referee: And the winner is...

Dora: Wait just a second! Who did this to my backpack?

Backpack: I have such a concussion, I can't remember.

Dora: Do you know who did this to backpack?

[clicks]

Dora: Gracias.

[smacks]

Kai-Lan: That's Chinese for somebody help me.

[more smacks]