The dojo was quiet. Too quiet.
Bluto froze. “No… it can’t be…”
Tião panicked. He tried to run, but tripped over his own sandals. The can flew into the air. As it spun, the label glowed. Tião caught it—and his eyes went squinty. His forearms swelled. His jaw shifted sideways.
“Because,” Master Chow said, handing him the can, “you are the dublado —the dubbed one. The chosen voice of the legend. When the time comes, you will not speak with your own mouth, but with the voice of Popey. And you will say the words.” -Extra Quality- Shaolin Popey 2 Dublado
The only hope was Popey’s forgotten disciple: a clumsy, noodle-armed delivery boy named .
“Popey…,” the master whispered, his voice cracking with age and reverence. “The legend says he was not a Shaolin monk, but he possessed the Extra Quality —the heart of a dragon and the fist of a thousand storms.”
Suddenly, the wall exploded. Bluto stomped in, his metal fists crackling with electricity. The dojo was quiet
It was .
The Spinach Fist Returns
“What happened to my face?” Tião cried, but the voice that came out was gruff, raw, and unmistakable. “No… it can’t be…” Tião panicked
“Give me the Spinach of Power, old man!” Bluto’s voice sounded like a truck falling down stairs.
Bluto crashed through three walls and landed in a river, where a passing alligator mistook him for a rusty anchor.