Okay, so this isn't my own, original story line...well, I take that back. PARTS of it are my own. None of the characters are mine. Well, SOME are mine. You know. They all belong to Disney, okay? And Peter Pan...that belongs to whoever wrote the story. (I don't know these things!) Partially, the PP thing came from Disney's version, and partially from the Broadway version. Am I missing anything? Please don't sue me. (Yeah, I'm sure you REALLY want a box of Apple Cinamon Cheerios!)
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"Children, bedtime!" their mother, Esther, called, coming into the nursery. "What are you two doing?"
"We're pretending," Sarah answered. "I'm you, Mother."
"Yes," David added, "and I'm Father."
"We're at the party!" Sarah said as she and David danced some more.
"They won't let me dance," young Les whined.
"Oh, well, we'll fix that!" Esther said, taking his hand and dancing around the room with him. Their father, Mayer, appeared in the doorway.
"A little less noise there, a little less noise," he scolded.
Nana, the dog who shared the nursery with the children, jumped on Mayer and knocked him to the ground. Angrily, Mayer took the dog and chained her up in the backyard, much to the dismay of the children.
"Don't take Nana away!" Les wailed.
"Now, now, a little less noise," Mayer said.
Esther took him aside. "The last time you put Nana out, I was in this very room...and I saw a face in the window. It was a young boy..."
"What? How could anyone look into this window? Why, it's three stories up!" Mayer exclaimed.
"I don't know," Esther whispered. She turned to the children. "It's time for bed. Say your prayers and go to sleep."
Obediently, the four children climbed into bed, kissing their parents goodnight. Esther and Mayer left the house for their party as the children said their prayers.
In the middle of the night, a flickering light appeared at the window. It came into the room and flew around. Suddenly, the huge windows blew open and a boy dressed as a newsy, wearing a cowboy hat and a bandana, flew in and landed softly on the carpet.
"Blink!" he hissed. "Blink? Blinkerbell!"
A small fairy flew to him and landed on his shoulder. It was another boy dressed as a newsy, with an eyepatch over his left eye.
"I din't find it, Cowboy," he said.
Cowboy dropped to the ground and cried. This woke Sarah up.
"Boy! Why are you crying?"
"I lost me shadow," came the reply.
"Oh my! Your shadow? How did that happen?" Sarah asked.
"It came off."
"Why...you're Cowboy Pan, aren't you?"
He nodded, looking up at her.
"Mother tells us the most lovely stories about you!"
"Mudda? What's a mudda?"
"You silly goose! You don't know what a mother is?"
"Ya think?" he asked sarcastically. "Do ya know where me shadow is or not? Hurry it up, I gotta get back to Newsyland to sell da evening edition."
"Wait, I may have it...I remember finding someone's shadow in here just the other day!" she exclaimed. "Ah! Here it is." Sarah pulled the shadow out of a drawer. As she closed it, she accidentally trapped Blinkerbell in there.
"Hey! Hey! What'd ya do dat for, huh? I ain't invis...invis...I know people can see me! Come on! Hey! Come on, here! I'm suffocatin' in heah!"
Upon hearing the small, whiny voice, Sarah opened the drawer and Blinkerbell few out. He crossed the room and hid in a vase.
Meanwhile, Cowboy had sat on the floor with a rolled up newspaper. He rubbed the paper against his feet, and then rubbed it against the feet of the shadow. Unsuccessfully, he tried to stick the shadow to his feet. Sarah fell over laughing.
"Hey, wouldja shut yer pie-hole, there? I'm tryin' ta get me shadow back on!"
"No, stupid, you can't re-attach a shadow with a newspaper. I'm going to have to sew it on," Sarah told him.
"No!" Cowboy exclaimed, violently shaking his head. "I hate needles!"
"Oh, don't be a sissy," Sarah told him.
"Hey! Nobody, but nobody, calls Cowboy Pan a sissy and gets away wid it. Sew away!"
"Fine."
Sarah took out her sewing box, and got a needle and thread. "This is going to hurt," she told him. She sewed the shadow back onto his feet, Cowboy slapping the floor in pain every few minutes.
"There. Finished!" she exclaimed.
Gingerly, Cowboy stood up and caught sight of his shadow on the wall. "Yee-haw!" he yelled triumphantly in his best Santa Fe accent. "I'se so great! I got me shadow back!"
"You're just cocky," Sarah told him.
"No, I ain't! You knows how great I am!"
Just then, David and Les woke up and came running over. "What do you think you're doing?!" Davey asked angrily as Les looked at Cowboy with adoration.
"Standin' heah. Whaddya t'ink you're doin'?" Cowboy replied sarcastically.
Davey rolled his eyes. Les just started at Cowboy and kept repeating, "Wow!"
"'Ey, what'sya prollem dere, kid?" he asked, irritated.
Les just looked at Cowboy. "Wow."
"Well, I see dat's gonna get me nowhere," he muttered. "'Kay, I betta be goin' back ta Newsyland. C'mon, Blinkerbell!"
Cowboy and Blinkerbell jumped up onto the windowsill. "Wait!" Sarah called after them. "Take us with you!"
Cowboy just stood there for a moment, and then looked at her. "Why?"
"Because...I could be your mother! And plus, you're really cute." She let out a high-pitched giggle.
"So, why wouldja wanna date me if you're me mudda?" he asked her with a disgusted look on his face.
"Well, I wouldn't be your real mother," Sarah followed up quicly.
"Fine, fine, fine. Okay. So, now ya gots ta loin how ta fly-" Cowboy began.
"Fly?!" Les exclaimed.
Cowboy looked at the pathetic child who unoficially worshipped him. "You hoid me. Fly. Now, ta fly, ya gotta t'ink loverly t'oughts. And I gotta put newsy dust on ya."
"Aw, Cowboy, not again," Blinkerbell whined as Cowboy picked him up and shook him violently over the childrens' heads. He then dropped Blinkerbell onto the ground.
"Whiplash..." was all Blinkerbell could choke out as he rolled around on the carpeted floor in pain.
"Now...t'ink loverly t'oughts," Cowboy repeated.
Sarah: "Newsboys!"
David: "Knives!"
Les: "Hot dogs!"
Sarah: "Maniac!"
Les: "Food!"
David: "Knives!"
Sarah: "Corpse!"
Les: "Jellybeans!"
David: "Knives!"
Les: "Cake!"
Sarah: "Lovenest!"
David: "Knives!"
Les: "Licorice Whips!"
Sarah: "Nude!"
With that, Sarah floated above the ground. "Nude?!" the boys repeated. They, too, flew up to the ceiling. David hit his head on the ceiling fan and it knocked him out.
Les ran around the room on air. "Weeeeeeee!" He headed toward the window. "I'm gonna go outside!"
He flew out the window and promptly fell downward onto the sidewalk. Standing up, he started laughing hysterically and then lay down and went to sleep in less than two seconds.
Cowboy started laughing maniacally. "I knew I din't put enough newsy dust on 'im!"
Turning to Sarah, he grabbed her hand. "C'mon, let's go ta Newsyland!"