Meanwhile, the Lost Boys, Darling Children, Peter, Atticus, and Nana were returning to the Lost Boy camp as they sang the Indian's song after the fun night they all shared together. Nana walked into the hideout, finding the party they went to was fun, but also a bit savage. She seemed to be more like a wild dog who lived on the streets than a prim and proper dog who was raised to help serve a family.
Wendy was sitting on a bed, waiting for her brothers, dog, and new friend to come back, she seemed rather impatient and unhappy with this adventure she had been forced to become apart of. The moment the Lost Boys, her brothers, and Nana arrived; she knew that Atticus and Peter would come in soon.
"Big Chief Flying Eagle and Prowling Wolf greet their braves." Peter and Atticus said, putting their hands up. "How."
The Lost Boys, Nana, John, and Michael bowed to their chiefs like true Indians. The only one not acting like an Indian was Wendy.
"Big Chiefs greet Little Mother," Peter came to Wendy's side with a cocky smile. "How."
Wendy glanced at him and turned away, really fed up right now. "Ugh."
"Hey, Wendy, you okay?" Atticus asked.
Wendy was not okay.
"What's gotten into her?" Peter frowned at Wendy's new behavior change.
"I don't know, maybe we did something to make her upset." Atticus said.
"Wendy, is that all you have to say?" Peter frowned.
"Ever since you left the party, you haven't spoken a word; did me and Peter do something wrong?" Atticus asked.
"Besides, everybody else thinks we're wonderful." Peter grew boastful.
"Especially Tigerlily." Wendy grumbled.
"Tigerlily?" Atticus and Peter asked. This was confusing to them both, what did Tigerlily have to do with this?
"John! Michael!" Wendy called to her brothers who were still acting like a couple of Indians. "Take off that war paint and get ready for bed."
"Bed?" John frowned.
"Brave no sleep," Michael replied. "Go for days without sleeping."
"Agreed." Nana nodded.
"But we're going home in the morning." Wendy told her family.
"Home?" the younger boys and dog asked.
"Oh, Wendy, we don't want to go home." Michael said to his big sister.
"But we have to." Wendy reminded them.
"Why?" Michael asked.
"Yeah, why do we need to go home?" Atticus asked.
"No go home," Peter demanded. "Stay many moons, have a heap big time."
"Now, Peter, let's stop pretending and be practical." Wendy told the elf boy.
"Chief Flying Eagle has spoken." Peter ignored her.
"Besides Wendy, here, we don't have to grow up; we can stay kids for the rest of our lives." Atticus smiled.
"Oh, please," Wendy tried to grow sensible. "Do you want to stay here and grow up like... Like savages?"
"Of course." Michael smiled at that idea.
"But, you can't, you need a mother," Wendy said, then started to feel instantly homesick. "We all do..."
"What's a mother?" Michael asked.
"Even I've forgotten what a mother is." Atticus said, rubbing his head.
"Oh, surely you boys haven't forgotten your mothers..." Wendy was surprised at them.
" Does she have silky ears and wear a fur coat?" Michael asked.
"No, that's me, silly." Nana smiled to the boy.
"I think I had a mother once..." Cubby said as he had tied the raccoon twins with Chris and Pat.
"What was she like?" Chris asked.
"I forgot..." Cubby frowned.
"I had a white rat." the fox spoke up.
"THAT'S NO MOTHER!" Cubby snapped at him.
"Oh, no, here they go again." Pat sighed.
Chris and Pat stepped aside as the other Lost Boys started to fight each other.
"No, no, boys, please," Wendy soothed them. "I'll tell you what a mother is."
The boys stopped and instantly rushed over, anxious to hear what Wendy had to say.
"Tell us, Wendy!" the skunk crawled onto her lap.
"Yes, please tell us." Chris added.
"Well, a mother, a real mother is the most wonderful person in the world," Wendy explained as she started to miss her very own. "She's the angel voice that bids you good night, kisses your cheek, whispers, 'Sleep tight'..."
This began to make Atticus remember his mother the first night he was reunited with his family.
"This is where you'll sleep, my son..." Emily told Atticus as she took him to a room and opened it up to show a bed, a bookshelf that had many books inside of it with a globe on top, many motivational posters, and a desktop computer. "Do you like your room?"
"It looks perfect, well as soon as I also include some weights in here," Atticus smiled. "But besides that, I love it, thanks, Mom."
Emily smiled and hugged Atticus, sniffling slightly. "You're welcome..."
After Atticus was dressed and put into bed, Emily decided to sing him to sleep.
"Mom... I know I'm a little too old for this, but... Could you sing me a lullaby?" Atticus asked with a weary and tired smile.
"Of course, Atticus." Emily smiled.
Atticus smiled back and got himself comfortable. Emily walked over to his bed and gently sat on the end to give him a lullaby.
"Okay, I'm ready." Atticus smiled, tired.
Emily gently ruffled up her son's dark brown hair. "I always sang this to Jessie when she was little..." she then started to sing the most personal and beautiful lullaby she knew.
Atticus smiled as his mother continued to sing. Atticus smiled as his eyes started to feel heavy. He soon started to fall asleep.
Atticus felt his forehead as he now had tears in his eyes, his memory faded and he saw himself back in Peter's hideout.
"I wanna see my mother..." Michael sniffled as he clung to his older sister.
"M-Me too, I wanna see my mother too." Atticus said, wiping away his tears.
Wendy nodded to them.
"I propose we leave home at once." John proposed.
"I agree with John." Atticus said, allowing his headdress to fall off.
The Lost Boys then asked if they could come too.
"Sure, but are you ready to grow up?" Atticus asked the Lost Boys.
"Uhhh..." the Lost Boys weren't sure about that so much right now.
"We are." Chris and Pat said.
"That's a very a responsible decision." Atticus smiled.
"What about you guys?" Pat asked the other Lost Boys.
The Lost Boys weren't so sure about coming back to society to grow up.
"Growing up doesn't seem that much fun, but it's your choice," Atticus said. "You can either stay here or come back home with us."
The Lost Boys looked to each other, they did miss having mothers, but they did not want to grow up.
"Can we think about it?" the rabbit asked.
"Of course..." Wendy nodded to them. "Uh, that is, if Peter doesn't mind."
"Go on!" Peter sounded betrayed. "Go back and grow up! But I'm warning ya. Once you're grown up, you can never come back! Never!" he then stormed off to his room.
Chris and Pat remembered something and rushed to him.
"Peter, we have a confession to make." Pat said.
"What is it, guys?" Peter asked.
Chris and Pat looked to each other and nodded, then took off their baseball caps to show their long hair.
"You're really girls?!" Peter asked out shock.
Chris and Pat bowed their heads.
"Uh-huh..." Pat whispered. "Our names are really Patricia and Christine."
"Yeah." Chris nodded.
Peter glared to them. "You lied to me..."
"We're so sorry, Peter." Chris and Pat frowned.
"Hmm..." Peter folded his arms at them with an angry scowl. "Go grow up, see if I care..." he then stormed off.
"Are you mad at us?" Pat sounded like she feared the worst.
"I'm not mad," Peter glared back before going to his bed, refusing to go home with the others to leave Never Land forever. "Just disappointed..."
"Maybe we should have told him the first day we arrived here." Chris frowned.
"We didn't know..." Pat chewed her lip.
"Oh, dear..." Wendy frowned at Peter's fowl mood.
"Well, men, shall we be off?" John asked the others.
"Yes, let's get going before we change our minds." Atticus said.
The boys and two girls then got ready to head out. The Lost Boys were going to come along as well for this.
"They'll be back." Peter shrugged, lying in his hammock and decided to play his music. "Maybe having two girls on the team won't be too bad..."
Wendy wanted to see if Peter was going to come along. "Peter!"
The panpipes kept playing and Peter did not leave his room.
Wendy sighed and was on her way upstairs with the others. "Goodbye, Peter..." She then continued her way up the stairs to catch up with the rest.
However, there was an unpleasant surprise. The Lost Boys and her brothers had been bounded and gagged by pirates. Wendy was about to scream out for help, but another pirate came behind her and cupped her mouth with his hand.
"All right, men," Captain Hook commanded. "Take them away."
"But what about the boy, Captain?" One of the crew members asked, referring to Atticus who seemed to be a tough one to keep a grip on.
"Let Muscles handle him." Captain Hook said.
"You'll never get me!" Atticus sneered.
"Oh, yes we will, boy." A big muscular man sneered from behind and grabbed a hold of him, able to hold him tight.
Atticus struggled and even gasped. "Hey! Let go!"
The muscular man shook his head and kept a firm hold on Atticus to take him with the others. He even held him close in a hug-like hold to make sure the boy wouldn't escape.
"Don't let him out of your sight!" Captain Hook told his strongest man.
The pirate man nodded and walked off with Atticus at hand. Captain Hook then appeared to be lowering a gift wrapped box into Peter Pan's hideout. And where the present would be one that Peter Pan would never ever forget. After the present was delivered, Captain Hook and Smee followed the other pirates to the ship with their hostages.
