Take Flight with Tinker Poink Airways
"Wait!" yelled Gojohn ruining the dance, "How do we get there Trunksy?"
"Oh my gosh, you're right we have no way to get to Never Ever Land," sobbed Trunksy.
"Don't fret! We have Poinky Dust!" asserted Peter with her arms akimbo. "TP get over here! We need your Poinky Dust!"
"Hei! Hei! Right away Sir! I mean Ma'am, or are you a sir… Whatever!" answered Tinker Poink in an armed forces sort of way. When he got to Pan he searched his pockets for the dust. Then he remembered he had no pockets. "Ummm…I can't find the dust, sir or ma'am, or whatever you want to be referred to as," he said in a nervous voice, for he didn't want to get into trouble with his boss with the bandanna of meinu.
"Well then we can search for it, and if we can't find it we'll use our ki," said the kind Trunksy.
"Of course that's what we'll do, I'm glad I thought of it!" exclaimed the stupid pig.
Everyone searched for the Poinky Dust and, then remembered Tinker Poink remembered he kept the dust in the bell he had hanging around his neck. "Hey guys! I had the dust the whole time, isn't that funny?"
"Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, Why I otta," growled the agitated Peter Pan. "Hehehehe," she laughed as she spotted a pillow, picked it up, and whacked TP with it.
"Oww," groaned TP, "That hurt, now you can't fly because you're not thinking happy wonderful thoughts."
"What, thoughts like Christmas, snow, and sleigh bells here we go? Huh? Well we can just fly with our ki, bubye!" boasted Pan the Man, wait… the Woman!
And off they flew into the black, starry night. Soon, they could hear the annoying background music, you know song. But if you don't it's the "You Can Fly Song." The music annoyed them so much they had to hire a music assassin to kill it.
"Wait!" yelled Gojohn ruining the dance, "How do we get there Trunksy?"
"Oh my gosh, you're right we have no way to get to Never Ever Land," sobbed Trunksy.
"Don't fret! We have Poinky Dust!" asserted Peter with her arms akimbo. "TP get over here! We need your Poinky Dust!"
"Hei! Hei! Right away Sir! I mean Ma'am, or are you a sir… Whatever!" answered Tinker Poink in an armed forces sort of way. When he got to Pan he searched his pockets for the dust. Then he remembered he had no pockets. "Ummm…I can't find the dust, sir or ma'am, or whatever you want to be referred to as," he said in a nervous voice, for he didn't want to get into trouble with his boss with the bandanna of meinu.
"Well then we can search for it, and if we can't find it we'll use our ki," said the kind Trunksy.
"Of course that's what we'll do, I'm glad I thought of it!" exclaimed the stupid pig.
Everyone searched for the Poinky Dust and, then remembered Tinker Poink remembered he kept the dust in the bell he had hanging around his neck. "Hey guys! I had the dust the whole time, isn't that funny?"
"Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr, Why I otta," growled the agitated Peter Pan. "Hehehehe," she laughed as she spotted a pillow, picked it up, and whacked TP with it.
"Oww," groaned TP, "That hurt, now you can't fly because you're not thinking happy wonderful thoughts."
"What, thoughts like Christmas, snow, and sleigh bells here we go? Huh? Well we can just fly with our ki, bubye!" boasted Pan the Man, wait… the Woman!
And off they flew into the black, starry night. Soon, they could hear the annoying background music, you know song. But if you don't it's the "You Can Fly Song." The music annoyed them so much they had to hire a music assassin to kill it.