It was a dark and stormy night. Gaston and LeFou were on their way back to the tavern. They were both carrying their umbrellas. The winds were so heavy, they lifted LeFou into the air. "Gaston! Help!" yelled LeFou. But it was too late. He ascended higher and higher, until he was up in the sky.
After a few hours, the wind abruptly stopped. "Uh oh," said LeFou before he started to plummet with a scream. He landed flat on his face. "Ow..." he said getting up. He was in the backyard of the Darling household.
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"And then Tinkerbell and I..." said Peter Pan.
"Did you hear something?" interrupted Wendy.
"Let's go check it out," said John.
They all ran out the back door to see what it was.
"Who are you?" asked Wendy.
"Can you tell me where I am?" asked LeFou.
All Peter Pan, Tinkerbell and the Darlings heard was realistic French noises coming out of LeFou's mouth.
"I think he's not from around here," said John.
"What's he saying?" asked Michael.
John shrugged.
"I bet you're cold, aren't you? Why don't come inside with us?" said Wendy tenderly.
LeFou had no clue what she was saying.
"We're not going back inside, Wendy. We're going to Neverland," said Peter Pan. "I'm gonna teach you guys how to fly."
"Really? Wow!" said Wendy. "Would you like to come with us, little fella?"
Wendy, Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, John and Michael waited for LeFou to nod or shake his head. It didn't occur to them he had no idea what anyone was saying.