Marvel Kung Fu Panda

A man and a panda walked through the dim alley, surrounded by an eerie silence. As they continued, Big White caught and questioned several mice scurrying away, but their efforts yielded no results.

The path narrowed until they reached a rusty iron gate. Chains wrapped around it, secured by a simple lock.

"Inside might be the remnants of an abandoned fighting arena, or maybe a gambling den," Peter speculated, pushing the door open. The sound of clinking metal echoed through the quiet alley.

"Let's go over the top. With luck, we might find your target without asking more animals," Big White said, shooting a strand of spider silk to vault over the gate.

Peter followed, using the wall to leap across. "Feels like I'm in a video game, asking NPCs for hints before moving to the next quest," he remarked, glancing at the faded graffiti around them.

"What should we call that raccoon? Raccoon Elf? Or maybe it's a pet from a fantasy world?" Big White mused.

"Elf Bear sounds good," Peter replied, mimicking a game narrator: "The brave panda and the Elf Bear, working for world peace, the beloved companions of Spider-Man. But now, they must complete their quest."

"You're living in a fantasy world," Big White chuckled.

As they chatted, they emerged from the graffiti-covered alley into an open area.

"Looks like I was right. This used to be a fighting arena, but it's open-air," Peter noted. Before them lay a spacious arena, wider than the alley they'd come from. At the center stood an octagonal cage, dust-covered from neglect.

Moonlight streamed down, highlighting the arena's forgotten glory.

"Meow!" A cat's cry pierced the silence. A British Shorthair, its short blue fur gleaming, emerged from the shadows, eyeing the intruders.

"I recognize that breed! It's a British Shorthair. So cute, but abandoned. Poor thing," Peter commented sympathetically.

"House cats can wander outside, you know," Big White retorted. The cat's clean fur and the tag around its neck suggested it wasn't a stray. It showed no fear at their presence.

Big White retrieved cat food and dried fish from his backpack, lifting his bamboo hat to reveal his friendly panda face.

"Hello, want a snack?" he offered, extending his paw with dried fish.

"What are you? And why wear human clothes?" The cat, unafraid, accepted the fish and asked.

"I'm a panda, call me Big White. I have a few questions for you, okay?" Big White replied gently.

"Sure, but can you remove this tag? It's uncomfortable," the cat, named Tom, requested, pawing at its neck.

"Okay, let me help," Big White agreed, petting Tom and unfastening the tag. "Tom, huh?" he noted, surprised by the name.

Peter, nearby, noticed the name. "Is there a mouse named Jerry, too?"

"Mouse?" Tom's interest piqued at Peter's words.

"He's referencing a cartoon. Never mind him. Are you sure you want this tag off? Without it, you might be mistaken for a stray and caught," Big White explained.

"Take it off. My owner's long gone, and this tag just hinders me from catching mice," Tom insisted, hinting it had been abandoned.

"Alright, if you need help, find us again," Big White said, discarding the tag and gesturing to Peter.

"No problem," Tom nodded.

"Now, I have some questions. Please think carefully," Big White requested.

"Ask away! I'll tell you everything for those dried fish," Tom agreed, munching on the snack.

"Do you know the raccoon from the alley?" Big White inquired.

"The raccoon? That dirty fool almost caught me last time. Wanted to eat my brains," Tom recalled angrily.

"It mentioned a man running this way, wearing sunglasses, three days ago. Any idea about the sunglasses?" Big White asked, hoping Tom would understand.

"Of course, my owner wore those things often," Tom replied, remembering the accessory.

"Did you see such a person that night?" Big White was hopeful, knowing animals familiar with humans might understand more.

"I saw him often. He seemed panicked that night but was very intimidating. I never approached," Tom said, torn between a fear of humans and a love for the territory filled with mice.

"Can you tell me where he is now?" Big White asked urgently.

"Over there," Tom pointed toward a passage beneath a red mask graffiti, dark and mysterious.

"I see him come and go from there, but he hasn't returned today," Tom added.

"Thank you so much! You've really helped us. How about coming with me?" Big White asked, lifting Tom happily.

After all, who said a panda couldn't have a pet cat?

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