Peter Pan Page #2

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- Mmm, Nana had it.

But I...

I took it away.

Oh? Yes, of course.

Good night, dear.

But, George, do you think the children

will be safe without Nana?

Safe? Of course

they'll be safe. Why not?

Well, Wendy said something

about a shadow, and I...

- Shadow? Whose shadow?

- Peter Pan's.

Oh, Peter Pan...

Peter Pan!

You don't say. Goodness gracious,

whatever shall we do?

- But, George... Really, I...

- Sound the alarm!

- Call Scotland Yard!

- There must have been someone.

Oh, Mary, of all the impossible,

childish fiddle-faddle.

Peter Pan indeed. How can we expect the

children to grow up and be practical...

- George, dear.

- When you're as bad as they are.

- Please.

- No wonder Wendy gets these idiotic ideas.

Over there, Tink,

in its den.

Is it there?

Must be here somewhere.

Tink! Shh!

Stop playing

and help me find my shadow.

Shadow. Oh, shadow.

Huh?

Aha!

Peter Pan! Oh, Peter!

I knew you'd come back.

I saved your shadow for you.

Oh, I do hope it isn't rumpled.

You know, you look exactly

the way I thought you would.

Oh, a little taller perhaps.

But then...

Oh, you can't stick it

on with soap, Peter.

It needs sewing.

That's the proper way to do it.

Although, come to think of it,

I've never thought about it before.

Uh, sewing shadows, I mean. Of course, I

knew it was your shadow

the minute I saw it.

And I said to myself, I said, "I'll

put it away for him until he comes back.

Oh, he's sure to come back."

And you did, didn't you, Peter?

After all, one can't leave his shadow

lying about and not

miss it sooner or later.

Uh, don't you agree?

But what I still don't

understand is how Nana

got it in the first place.

She really isn't... Oh, sit down.

It won't take long.

She really isn't vicious, you know.

She's a wonderful nurse.

- Although Father says...

- Girls talk too much.

Yes, girls talk too...

Hmm? Oh.

- Well, get on with it, girl.

- Uh, my name is Wendy.

- Uh, Wendy Moira Angela Darl...

- Wendy's enough.

Oh, uh, but how did

Nana get your shadow, Peter?

Jumped at me the other night

at the window.

Well, what were

you doing there?

- I came to listen to the stories.

- My stories?

- But they're all about you.

- Of course.

That's why I like 'em.

I tell 'em to the Lost Boys.

The Lost Boys...

Oh, I remember.

- They're your men.

- Uh-huh.

I'm so glad you came back tonight.

I might never have seen you.

- Why?

- Because I have to grow up tomorrow.

- Grow up!

- Tonight's my last night in the nursery.

But that means

no more stories.

- Mm-hmm.

- No!

I won't have it.

Come on!

Bu-Bu-But

where are we going?

To Never Land.

- Never Land!

- You'll never grow up there.

Oh, Peter,

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