Rufio: Are we really going to have to sit through a story about the boy who left us to grow up? He's a man now. Can't we just leave him be?

Thud Butt: Aww, come on Rufio. Just let her tell the story.

Don't Ask: Yeah. It don't matter who it's about as long as it's a story, right?

Rufio: Fine. But Peter ain't coming back. I'm the Pan now. Don't any of you forget it.

Thud Butt: Go on. Tell the story Baby Doll.

Pockets: Yeah, tell it.

Baby Doll: All right, here it goes. Once upon a time, right here in Never Land…

Peter Pan was off in search of fun, as always. The Lost Boys were looking for treasure and in the meantime Peter had nothing to do. He hung around Hangman's Tree but without the Lost Boys it was pretty dull.

Too Small: How many Lost Boys were there back then?

Don't Ask: Yeah, there couldn't have been too many for them all to have lived in Hangman's Tree.

Baby Doll: Well, in those days there were only six Lost Boys and Peter Pan of course.

No Nap: Only six?

Latchboy: Which ones were there?

Baby Doll: None of the ones you know, I'll tell you that.

Pockets: Why not?

Baby Doll: Well, because—

Rufio: Because they all grew up! That's why!

Too Small: But why?

Baby Doll: Well, they got tired of always being kids. They wanted to go back to the real world and grow up and have kids of their own. But that's another story. Now, where was I?

Ace: Peter was looking for something to do.

Baby Doll: Oh, that's right.

He flew all over Never Land, but the pirates were too busy trying to swab the deck for Captain Hook and Hook was below deck sleeping. They didn't even notice Peter flying right past their noses. He flew to the Indian Camp but they were nowhere to be found. Peter guessed that they were out hunting or something. So, running out of options, Peter flew off to Mermaid Lagoon.

Don't Ask: Wait, where was Tinker Bell?

Baby Doll: She was out at Pixie Hollow with her fairy friends. They were trying to get ready for the Blue Moon Harvest that happens every month. Every time the full moon hits the sky the fairies celebrate. She'll be back before the end of the story though, don't worry.

Too Small: So what did Peter find at Mermaid Lagoon.

Baby Doll: Well…

All of the mermaids were sitting out on the rocks like they normally were. But there was something different about them.

Pockets: Different how?

There were more mermaids than there normally were. Seven more to be exact.

"Good morning girls!" Peter called out to them as he swooped down onto one of the rocks.

All of the mermaids smiled as they said good morning back. "This is the boy we've been telling you about," one of the mermaids told the new ones. "This is Peter Pan."

Peter smiled at all of the new mermaids. They all smiled back, except one. The oldest mermaid quickly introduced the newcomers. "Hello Peter. These are my sisters, Aquata, Andrina, Arista, Adella, and Alana. I'm Attina—"

"And that's Ariel," muttered Alana, pointing to the one who was sighing on the rocks farther away.

Peter looked over at the red headed mermaid. She didn't seem as happy as the rest were to see him. "What's wrong with her?" Peter asked.

Arista blew her hair out of her face. "She's just upset that father made us move."

"At least we're at the surface now," Andrina said loudly enough for Ariel to hear.

Ariel flipped her tail to her sisters. She wasn't in the mood to talk.

Thud Butt: Why won't she talk to Peter?

Baby Doll: She's sad.

No Nap: Well what's she sad about?

Rufio: Will you just let her tell the story and not interrupt her!

Ace: Keep going. I want to hear more.

Baby Doll: Alright…

Peter flew over so that he was next to Ariel. All of the other mermaids didn't like the attention he was giving the youngest. "What's the matter?" Peter joked. "Don't you have a voice?"

Ariel got mad. "I do now! Just leave me alone!" And with that Ariel jumped into the water and swam away.

"Just ignore her," Attina urged. "She's not that great anyway."

"Stay here with us Peter," Aquata pleaded.

Across the island Peter heard shouts. "Peter! Oh Peter!"

"Sorry ladies," Peter said. "Gotta fly." And he took to the skies, not bothering to say any more words to the saddened mermaids below. He flew towards the sound of his name and found the Lost Boys on the coast near Skull Rock.

"We can't find it anywhere," Nibs complained.

Cubby groaned. "We're never gonna find that treasure."

Peter laughed and laughed. "Of course you're not. I hid it so good that it'll be hidden for years before one of you even gets close.

"Don't tell me the mermaids have it," whined Slightly. Tootles stuck his tongue out at the idea of having to go see the mermaids in order to get to the treasure.

"Nah," Peter said. "They're girls. You can't trust girls with a thing like treasure. They'd just try to make jewelry out of it." Peter suddenly found himself thinking about the bitter, red-headed mermaid again. No girl had ever treated Peter that way before, not ever.

Rufio: Shouldn't we go ruff up the pirates a bit right now? You know, instead of listening to her drone about Peter Pan.

Too Small: I like this story so far.

Latchboy: Yeah, me too.

Thud Butt: Although, I could go for a round of battling pirates.

Baby Doll: You guys go. I'll have the story waiting right here when you come back.

Pockets: Okay.

No Nap: Come on! Let's go!

Rufio: Yeah! Now that's more like it!

Tinker Bell: I wasn't here for this one was I?

Baby Doll: No you were not.

Tinker Bell: Well, I enjoy listening to your stories about the old days. I wish Peter were still here in Never Land. Things were so much better when he ran just the six of those Lost Boys.

Baby Doll: You and me both Tink. Hey, I think I'll just rest until the Lost Boys get back.

Tinker Bell: All right. I'll find something to do. Maybe I'll go with them…