No copyright infringement intended. Very cannon, but not quite as much.
Location: outside the hideout
"I wish Peter would get back," Curly said in a worried voice. He had been gone for days. Where was he?
"Me too," the Twins said in unison.
"What if the pirates got him?" Wheels asked with a hint of fear.
"I'm not afraid of pirates!" Slightly declared, puffing out his chest as the rest of the boys laughed at him, "although, I do wish Peter would come back... to tell us more stories!" All of the boys nodded in agreement. Suddenly, the pirates started heading their way! The boys scrambled to get away. Some ran into the hideout while others dashed to the forrest. Starkey raised his gun, but before he could shoot, a hook dug into his shoulder.
"Ouch! Captain let go! It was one of those boys you hate. I could've shot him dead," Starkey told him.
"And you would have alerted Tiger Lily and her tribe. Do you want to be scalped?" Hook growled, "besides, I want to mischief the lot of them! Spread out and look for them!" As the other pirates searched for the Lost Boys, Captain Hook sat on a fairly sturdy mushroom on the knoll, "most of all, I want their captain, Peter Pan. Oh, how I've waited to shake his hand with this." Captain Hook said, brandishing his hook.
"And yet I've heard you say that one hook is worth a score of hands," Smee said, "like for combing your hair and other homely uses!"
"Ay, if I was a mother I'd rather my children be born with this," Hook said, motioning to his hook, "instead of that," he said, pointing to Smee's right hand.
"It is quite dandy," Smee agreed.
"T'was Peter Pan who flung my hand to a crocodile," Hook said, seemingly lost in his thoughts.
"I have noticed your dread of crocodiles," Smee observed.
"Not of crocodiles!" Hook exclaimed, "but of that one crocodile. He liked the taste of me so much he's been following me sea to sea... licking his lips for the rest of me!"
"It's sort of a compliment," Smee said, shrugging.
"I want no such compliment!" Hook yelled, "but, by lucky chance, the crocodile swallowed a clock and I can hear it coming before it can snap me up."
"But one day that clock will run out and he'll get ya!" Smee emphasized it by making a snapping motioning with his hands.
"That's the fear that haunts me. Smee..." Hook trailed off.
"Ay, Captain?" Smee asked, in a worried tone.
"This seat is... hot. Odds bobs, hammers and tongs, I'm burning!" Hook yelled, jumping up off of the smoking mushroom. Smee and Hook looked at each other.
"A chimney!" they exclaimed simultaneously. They leaned over to listen inside.
"Smee, did you hear that? Peter is away from Neverland!" Hook said gleefully.
"Unrip your plan, Captain!" Smee cried, equally as gleeful.
"To cook a cake quite large and fill each layer in between with icing mixed with poison until it turns a tempting green. We'll place it near the house just where the boys are sure to come and being greedy they won't care to question this cake. With no mother to tell then not to eat such rich, damp cakes, one by one they'll die!" Hook exclaimed with excitement.
"Oh, how thrilling!" Smee cackled. The two were so busy with their scheming that they almost missed the faint 'tick tick' of a clock.
"Smee," Hook trembled out, "the crocodile! Hold me Smee!" he jumped into his small bo'sun's arms as Smee struggled to bolt the both of them out. With the pirates out of sight, three lost boys- Sticks, Twin 1, and Nibs- rushed back to the hideout.
"We have seen a wonderfuller thing!" they yelled.
"What? What is is?" Stones asked.
"Yeah! Tell us!" Wheels demanded.
"What could be so wonderful?" Muchy wanted to know.
"A great white bird is flying this way!" Sticks burst out.
"What kind of bird?" asked Curly.
"I don't know. It flies and moans 'poor Wendy'," Nibs told them.
"Poor Wendy?" Slightly wondered.
"Wait! I remember Peter telling us about such Wendy Birds!" Curly exclaimed, "see, here it comes!" There was a white bird in the distance, flying toward to boys and their hideout.
It was then that Tink flew in and landed gracefully on the chimney.
"Hello boys!" she greeted.
"Hullo, Tink!" they all greeted back.
"There's a bird flying this way and Peter wants you to shoot it down!" Tink told them.
"Then we will do what Peter wishes!" Tootles exclaimed as he grabbed his bow and arrows, "out of the way!" He aimed and let the arrow go flying through the air. The other boys were disappointed that they didn't get to shoot the bird, but glad that Tootles had done what Peter wanted. The bird descended upon the ground in front of them. The boys gathered around to inspect it when they all gasped.
"That's not a bird... I think that it must be a lady," Munchy commented.
"A- a lady?" Tootles asked in a small voice.
"Now I see- Peter was bringing her here to take care of us," Curly said in astonishment.
"And we have killed her!" Twin 1 cried out.
"I can't take this!" Twin 2 sobbed. The two ran off.
"I did it. When ladies used to visit me in my dreams I would say 'pretty mother, pretty mother', but when she really came I shot her," Tootles said sadly. He turned to leave.
"You can't leave Tootles!" Sticks and Stones cried.
Yeah!" Munchy agreed.
"You just can't!" Wheels added. The rest of the boys agreed as well.
"I must. I am so afraid of Peter," Tootles said in fright. Just then, the Twins came running in as a crow sounded.
"Peter!" all of the boys exclaimed. They rushed to cover the Wendy Bird as Peter walked over to them.
"Greetings, boys!" Peter said excitedly. The boys gave a small and quick 'hello' as they shuffled their feet nervously.
"I am back. Why do you not cheer?" Peter wondered. Usually the boys we a lot more excited than this. They gave a quiet 'yay' before returning to their nervous state. Peter just shrugged and continued on, "great news, boys. I have found a mother for you all!" There was silence, "have you not seen her? She flew this way."
"Ah, me," Nibs uttered.
"Oh mournful day!" the Twins sobbed. Peter looked around, thoroughly confused by what was happening.
"I'll show her to you, Peter. Stand back everybody," Tootles said through the silence. The other boys looked at him in horror, but did as he said, uncovering the body of the Wendy Bird.
"She's... dead," Peter said when he saw her. There was a huge silence before he said, "perhaps she is frightened of being dead!" Peter tapped her with his foot before running a few feet. He turned back, but Wendy had not moved. It was then that Peter saw something. He marched up to Wendy and plucked it out, "whose arrow?" he demanded.
"Mine, Peter," Tootles eked out.
"Oh dastard hand!" Peter shouted. He raised the arrow over Tootles.
"Strike, Peter! Strike true!" Tootles cried as he looked away. He didn't want to see his own demise. Peter tried multiple times to piece his skin, but each time his hand returned to his side, limp.
"I can't. Something stays my hand," Peter admitted. They all breathed a sigh of relief and were startled when Nibs cried out.
"Look! The Wendy lady lives! See, her arm!" he then bent over her to hear what she was mumbling, "I think she said 'poor Tootles'."
"She lives!" Peter exclaimed happily. He was truly excited and relieved, much more than a young boy would be.
"Wendy lives!" Stones exclaimed as he, Sticks, Wheels, and Munchy hugged.
"See?" Peter said, lifting the item that deflected the arrow, "the arrow struck against this. It's the kiss I gave her. It has saved her life."
"I remember kisses! Let me see," Wheels said as he reached for the acorn and inspected it, "ay, that's a kiss." The rest of the boys, although they too, did not know what a kiss really was, nodded in agreement.
"Listen to Tink. She cries... because the Wendy lives!" Curly shouted.
"This is all Tink's fault!" Twin 1 exclaimed.
"Yeah! She told us you wanted us to shoot the Wendy!" Twin 2 agreed.
"Tink!" Peter bellowed, exceedingly angry, "I am your friend no more. Begone from me." Tink flew onto Peter's shoulder.
"Oh no, Peter! Please don't send me away! I was only having a little fun with her!" Tink pleaded. He brushed her off.
"Oh, alright. Not forever then, but for a whole week," he told her. She hung her head and flew off as the Lost Boys let out their held breath. It was then that John and Michael landed roughly next to the Lost Boys.
"Hullo, Peter!" John greeting, trying his best to be friendly.
"Hullo..." everything was jumbled in Peter's mind. He looked at Michael, but he wasn't Michael... Chip? Who's Chip?
"I'm John," John emphasized, shaking Peter out of his wonderings.
"Is Wendy sleeping?" Michael asked, suddenly.
"Yes," Peter said automatically. Michael tugged on John's sleeve.
"John, let us wake her and ask her to make us supper," Michael pleaded.
"Silence!" Peter commanded. He was getting a pounding headache and everything was confusing, so he gave commands to calm himself. They made him feel a bit better, "Curly see to it that these boys assists Wendy in any way she requires." Curly nodded vigorously and jumped down to help Wendy.
"Ay, ay, Sir!" Curly replied.
"Wendy? But she's only a girl," John said.
"That's why we serve her," Munchy retorted.
"Serve her?" John asked incredulously.
"Ay," Sticks said crossing his arms over his chest, "and you too." Just then, Wendy sat up slowly.
"Where am I?" she asked.
"Neverland of course," Peter said as he stooped near her.
"We have long waited for you, Wendy!" Wheels cried happily.
"And we are your children," the Twins told her.
"Please be our mother," Stones begged.
"Ought I?" Wendy questioned, "of course, it is fascinating, but I'm only a girl. I have no real experience."
"That doesn't matter! We just need a motherly figure," Peter told her brightly.
"Very well. I shall do it. Come inside you naughty children. I am sure your feet are damp!" Wendy pseudo scolded, "and after you wash up, I might just have enough time to finish the story of Cinderella." The Lost Boys cheered as they raced into the hideout. They loved stories, but didn't know any themselves.
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