🎶The second star to the right shines in the night for you to tell you that the dreams you plan really can come true the second star to the right shines with a light so rare and if it's Never Land you need Its light will lead you there twinkle, twinkle little star so we'll know where you are gleaming in the skies above lead us to the land we dream of and when our journey is through each time we say good night we'll thank the little star that shines the second from the right 🎶

All this has happened before, and it will all happen again. But this time, it happened in London. It happened on a quiet street in Bloomsbury. That corner house over there is the home of the Darling family. And Peter_Pan chose this particular house, because there were people here who believed in him. There was Mrs. Darling.

"George Dear, do hurry we mustn't be late for the party you know"

Mrs. Darling believed that Peter_Pan was the spirit of youth. But Mr. Darling...

"Mary unless I find my cuff links... We don't go to the party, if we don't go to the party I can never show my face in the office again, and if I can never... Ouch!"

Standing up in a fast pace George hits his head on the dresser drawer

Well, Mr. Darling was a practical man. The boys, however, John and Michael, believed Peter Pan was a real person, and made him the hero of all their nursery games.

"Blast you Peter_Pan!"

"Give up Captain Hook! Give up!"

"Never I'll teach you to cut off me hand!"

"Oh ha no George it was the left hand."

"Oh yes! Thank you Wendy."

Wendy, the eldest, not only believed. She was the supreme authority on Peter_Pan and all his marvelous adventures.

"Oh Nana must we always take that nasty Tonic?"

Nana, the nursemaid, being a dog, kept her opinions to herself, and viewed the whole affair with a certain tolerance..

"Take that!" 

"Insolent boy i'll slash your ribbons"

"And I'll cut you to pieces!"

"Ah ha!"

"Ouch!"

"Careful Michael my glasses"

"I'm sorry, John"

"Ugh! You'll never this get off this ship alive!"

"Oh yes I will.."

"Take that!"

"Scuttle me bones, boy I'll slit your gizzard!"

"Oh no you wont..."

"Back! Back! Back! Villain!"

"Insolent pop!"

"Wicked pirate!"

"Ah ha! I got you"

"You didn't either, you never touched me"

"Take that an that and that!"

"Ohhh!"

"Boys boys less noise, please"

"hello father"

"you old bilge rat"

"Wh-wh-what?"

"Now, See here michael..."

"Oh not you father, you see he's Peter_Pan"

"And John's Captain Hook!"

"Yes yes, of course have you seen my cuff?... Oh Nana for goodness sake! Where are those cuff links?"

"Cuff links, father?"

"Yes the gold ones.."

John whispers

"Michael the buried treasure, where is it?"

"I don't know"

"The map then, where's the treasure map?"

"It got lost!"

"Good heavens! My shirt front!"

"Hurray! You found it! You found it!"

"Yes, so I have and hereafter, don't pull me Michael! This is my last clean, no... Noo!!"

"George Dear, we really must hurry or we will be la-.."

"Mary! Look!"

"George..."

"It's only chalk father..."

"Why Michael.."

"Its not his fault It's in the story and Wendy says"

"Wendy.... Story! I might had known Wendy.. Wendy!!!"

"Yes father??"

"Would you ex....?"

"Oooh mother you look simply lovely!"

"Thank you dear."

"Wendy!"

"Just my old gown made over but it did turn out rather nicely didnt..."

"Mary! If you don't mind Id like..."

"Father, what have you done to your shirt?"

"What.. have.. I... Oh!!!!"

"Now George, really it comes right off"

"Thats no excuse Wendy, haven't I warned you.. Stuffing the boys' heads with a lot of silly stories!"

"Oh, but hey aren't" 

"I say they are! Captain Crook! Peter Pirate!"

"Peter_Pan, Father"

"Pan! Pirate! Poppycock!"

"Oh, no, Father. Father, have you..."

"Oh, you dont understand"

"Poppycock! And let me tell you this ridiculous..."

"Now George..."

"Now George. Now George. Well now George will have his say!"

"Please dear"

"Mary, the child's growing up it's high time she had a room of her own!"

"Father!"

"George!"

"What?"

"No!"

"I mean it! Young lady this is your last night in the nursery! And that is my last word of the matter.. ahh ahh ahh!"

George steps back to turn out of the room he trips over Nana trying to catch his balance his foot placed on a toy wagon knocking down the blocks she had placed in a organized manner he tries to stop himself hitting his head onto the dresser as everything falls on top of him while he hits the ground

Mary, Wendy, John, and Michael all rush past George to Nana

"Ohhh!"
"Poor Nana."
"Poor Nana? This is the last straw! Out! Out, I say!"
"No, Father, no!"
"Yes! There'll be no more dogs for nursemaids in this house!" "Goodbye, Nana"

Michael waves at Nana while George pulls her down stairs she waves back

"Poor Nana. Oh, yes, poor Nana, but poor Father? Oh, no! Blast it! Where is that rope?" 

Nana passes it over from her mouth George ties the rope to her collar with a sad tone in his voice  

"Oh, thank you. Dash it all, Nana, don't look at me like that. It's nothing personal. It's just that... Well, you're not really a nurse at all. You're, well, a dog. And the children aren't puppies. They're people. And sooner or later, Nana, people have to grow up." 

"Mother I dont want to grow up"

"Now dear, don't worry about it any more tonight"

"He called Peter_Pan absolute PoppyCock!"

"He didn't mean it John, father was.. Just upset"

"Poor Nana, out there all alone..."

"No more Tears Michael it's a warm night she'll be alright"

"Mother..."

"What is it dear?"

"Buried Treasure..."

"Now children dont judge your father too harshly, after all he really loves you very much"

Mary walks over to shut the window

"Oh, dont lock it mother he will might come back"

"He?"

"Yes.. Peter_Pan you see I found something that belongs to him"

"Oh.. And what's that?"

Wendy yawns

"His shadow"

"Shadow?"

"Mmm Nana had it but I... I took it away"

Turning down the lamp Mary walks backwards from the bedroom

"Ohh.. Yes.. of course, good night dear."

"But, George, do you think the children will be safe without Nana?"

"Safe? Of course they'll be safe. Why not?"

"Well, Wendy said something about a shadow, and I..."

"Shadow? Whose shadow?"

"Peter_Pan's."

"Oh, Peter Pan...Peter Pan?! You don't say!"

With a tone in his voice of mocking

"Goodness gracious! Whatever shall we do?!"

"But, George..."

"Sound the alarm!"

"Really, I..."

"Call Scotland Yard!"

"There must have been someone.."

"Ohh Mary! Of all the impossible childish pittle pantal Peter_Pan indeed how can we expect the children to grow up practical if you let them stay up letting Wendy fill their heads with silly ideas Oh, Mary, of all the impossible, childish fiddle-faddle. Peter Pan indeed. How can we expect the children to grow up and be practical..."

"George, dear."

"When you're as bad as they are."

"Please."

"No wonder Wendy gets these idiotic ideas"
 

Crouched in a stretched position jumping over to stand tip toes along the chimney in the darkness on the roof top leaned down to over hear the conversation between Mr. and Mrs. Darling jumping down towards the back yard his face going into the light provided byTtinkerbell with a huge grin showing his teeth looking down at Nana tied up to the rope with Tinkerbell flying beside him he slowly makes his way over to the window propping it open pointing out with his left hand

"Over there Tink in its den! Is it there?"

Walking outside she has her hands behind her back standing proper with magical sounds as she shakes her head no

"must be here somewhere"

placing his hand on his chin opening his mouth with excitement he checks the chest the toys are stuffed in searching imside as Tinkbell opens a music box making commotion Peter_Pan looks up and around with a face of irritation

"Tink! Shh.."

She drops the lid holding both hands on it as if sound were still coming from it to possibly help the music box quit

"Stop playing, help me find my shadow"

Putting her hands behind her back she flys over towards a mirror to land on it and check out her reflection

"Shadow... Oh Shadow..."

She places her hands to her hips to extend her hands out to measure them looking over with a strange look she watches the dresser drawer shake with sounds coming from inside looking into the key hole she beckons Peter_Pan her direction

"Huh?"

Shaking her head up and down with a huge smile pointing inside with a jingle sound Peter_Pan watches as his shadow emerges up the wall beside the dresser as he slams the drawer Tink falls to the back of the drawer her head goes left to right as a pink button spins on top of her head as she lays on purple thread with a needle attached to the side of it the shadow flys upwards as Peter_Pan follows after it reaching out going in circles around the Chandelier it goes behind the recliner Peter_Pan comes around it his shadow stands up trying to tip toe off

"Ah ha!"

Jumping up as it begins running away from Peter_Pan in attempt to escape it trips over the shadow of a chair sitting in the room grabbing its feet they tumble and slide under the bed for a few feet knocking Peter_Pan into another dresser as his shadow kicks him and punches him it wakes up Wendy trying to wax his shadow back

"Peter_Pan! Oh, Peter! I knew you'd come back. I saved your shadow for you. Oh, I do hope it isn't rumpled. You know, you look exactly the way I thought you would. Oh, a little taller perhaps. But then..."

Trying to hide he's waxing his shadows feet to his own she jumps up out of bed running his direction cornering him into the dresser he continues to try to reattach his shadow Tinkerbell looks outside of the keyhole from the dresser drawer she fell inside of to see what was occurring

"Oh, you can't stick it on with soap, Peter. It needs sewing. That's the proper way to do it. Although, come to think of it, I've never thought about it before. Uh, sewing shadows, I mean. Of course, I knew it was your shadow the minute I saw it. And I said to myself, I said, i'll put it away for him until he comes back. Oh, he's sure to come back. And you did, didn't you, Peter? After all, one can't leave his shadow lying about and not miss it sooner or later. Uh, don't you agree? But what I still don't understand is how Nana got it in the first place. She really isn't... Oh, sit down. It won't take long. She really isn't vicious, you know. She's a wonderful nurse. Although Father says...girls talk too much"

Wendy opens the drawer to get thread and a needle closing it launching Tinkerbell to the back once again this time with a bucket placed on her head she turns bright red with anger

"Yes, girls talk too much"

"Yes, girls talk too... Hmm? Oh."

"Well, get on with it, girl."

"Uh, my name is Wendy." 

Using the needle and thread to sew up his shadow Peter_Pan removed Panpipes and begins to play a song

"Uh, Wendy Moira Angela Darl..."

"Wendy's enough."

"Oh, uh, but how did Nana get your shadow, Peter?"

"Jumped at me the other night at the window."

"Well, what were you doing there?"

Tinkerbell used a ball needle to pry the drawer open slipping on a beaded necklace she slide face first into the front of the drawer

"I came to listen to the stories."

"My stories? But they're all about you."  

"Of course. That's why I like 'em. I tell 'em to the Lost Boys." 

"The Lost Boys... Oh, I remember. They're your men."

"Uh-huh."

"I'm so glad you came back tonight. I might never have seen you."

"Why?"

"Because I have to grow up tomorrow."

"Grow up!"
"Tonight's my last night in the nursery."

"But that means no more stories."

"Mm-hmm."

"No! I won't have it. Come on!"

"Bu-Bu-But where are we going?"

"To Never Land."

"Never Land!"

Using scissors this time Tinkerbell tries her best when she pressed her ear to the wood

"You'll never grow up there."

"Oh, Peter, it will be so wonderful. But wait. What would Mother say?"

"Mother? What's Mother?"

"Why, Peter, a mother is someone who... who loves and cares for you.  And... And tells you stories..."

"Good! You can be our mother. Come on."

"Now, just a minute, I... Let me see now. L-I have to pack. Oh, and I must leave a note when I'll be back. Of course, I couldn't stay too long. And then I'll have to... Oh, but Never Land. Oh, I... I-I'm so happy I... I think I'll give you a... a kiss."

"What's a... a kiss?"

This time using half the scissors to open back up the drawer as she flys out shocked by what Wendy says she grabs her hair as Peter_Pan swats at her with his hat like a fly

"Oh, well, uh, I-I'll show you. Oh!"

"Stop! Stop it, Tink!"

"John, John, wake up! He's here."

"Huh? Jiminy!"

"Ooh, what in the world was that?"

"Tinkerbell. Don't know what got into her."

"Hello, Peter Pan. I'm Michael."

"And my name is John. How do you do?"  

"Hello."

"Oh, look, a firefly."

"A pixie."

"Amazing!"

"What's the pixie doing?"

"Talking."

"What did she say?"

"She says you're a big, ugly girl."

"Oh. Well, I think she's lovely."

"Well, come on, Wendy, let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"To Never Land." 

"Never Land!"

"Peter's taking us."

"Us?" 

"Well, of course."

"L-I couldn't go without Michael and John."

"Oh, I should like very much to cross swords with some real buccaneers."

"Yes, and fight pirates too."

"Well, all right, but ya gotta take orders."

"Aye, aye, sir."

"Me too. But, Peter, how do we get to Never Land?"
"Fly, of course."

"Fly?" 

"It's easy. All you have to do is to... is to... Is to..."

"Ha! That's funny."

"What's the matter?"

"Don't you know?"

"Oh, sure. It's... It's just that I never thought about it before. Say, that's it! You think of a wonderful thought."

"Any happy, little thought?"

"Uh-huh."

"Like toys at Christmas?

"Sleigh bells, snow?"
"Yep! Watch me now. Here I go! It's easier than pie."

"He can fly!"

"He can fly!"

"He flewed!"

"Now you try."

"I'll think of a mermaid lagoon... underneath a magic moon."

"I'll think I'm in a pirate's cave."

"I think I'll be an Indian brave."

"Now everybody try."

"One, two, three! We can fly! We can fly! We can fly!"

Peter_Pan take the hands of John and Wendy while they hold Michaels to attempt to help them fly as they fall and land on the bed Tinkerbell sitting on a block laughs as she falls backwards 

"This won't do. What's the matter with you? All it takes is faith and trust. Oh! And something I forgot. Dust!"

"Dust?"

"Dust?"

"Yep, just a little bit of pixie dust. Now, think of the happiest things. It's the same as having wings."

Peter_Pan grabs Tinkerbell he taps her on her bottom above Wendy John and Michael

"Let's all try it just once more."

"Look! We're rising off the floor."

"Jiminy!"

"Oh, my! We can fly!"

"You can fly!"

"We can fly!"

"Come on, everybody. Here we go! Off to Never Land!"

🎶Think of a wonderful thought any merry little thought think of Christmas think of snow think of sleigh bells off you go like reindeer in the sky You can fly, you can fly you can fly think of the happiest things It's the same as having wings take the path that moonbeams make If the moon is still awake you'll see him wink his eye You can fly, you can fly You can fly up you go with a heigh and ho to the stars beyond the blue There's a Never Land waiting for you Where all your happy dreams come true every dream that you dream will come true🎶

"Come on, Nana!"

Michael sprinkles dust from Tinkerbell on top of Nana as she trys to fly with her ears but the rope pulls her back to the ground

🎶When there's a smile in your heart there's no better time to start think of all the joy you'll find When you leave the world behind and bid your cares goodbye You can fly, you can fly you can fly, you can fly you can fly🎶

"There it is, Wendy. Second star to the right and straight on till morning."