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Tell me, Wendy… am I really their father?
No, not really, but they are our children, yours and mine.
But they're not really ours?
Only if you want to.
I want you to be my mother.
Mummy, will you tell us our story?
Oh yes! Our story to send us to sleep.
I can tell you a thtory...
No !
That's enough, children!
Go to bed all of you; otherwise, no story.
Once upon a time, there was a man...
I prefer a lady.
And me a white rat.
Oh yes, a white rat, a white rat!
No, no, a lady!
But there was a lady as well...
Oh really, mummy? A lady?
There ith alwayth a lady in the thorieth
Is she dead?
Course not!
Oh, that's good! I'm really pleased.
I'm pleased.
No, she isn't dead. She isn't dead.
Be quiet!
The man was called Mr Darling and the lady Mrs Darling.
Were they merry?
They were married…
Merry or married?
What does married mean?
It'th that!
Shhh! Thhh !
And what do you think they had?
Some white rats!
No, no…
I don't understand anything.
That'th normal.
They had a descendant.
A what?
It'th a lady who dethendth.
Who dithers?Who descends!
Of course not! It's their child, a girl.
It's complicated!
One day, the parents argued
and the girl disappeared to Neverland:
The land of the lost children.
Tell me, mummy, was one of the children called Nibs?
That's right.
Hurrah, I'm in the story!
Then we're all in the story.
I'm alwayth in the thorieth.
What story?
Imagine the sorrow of the parents left alone!
Oh, the parents' sorrow!
And this is the most marvellous thing about the story:
After years of fun and amusement,
the young girl reappeared at the window
that had been left open for her ever since.
How can I describe the happiness of those reunited?
What a lovely story!
But what story?
It'th a lovely thory.
It's a lovely story. It's a lovely story.
It's a lovely story. What a happy ending!
What a happy ending!
That's not the right ending.
What do you mean, Peter?
I mean that you're wrong about mothers.
Now, now... What do you know about it?
A long time ago, I also thought that my window would always be open.
But when I returned, it was tightly closed; 72 00:05:36,42 --> 00:05:39,20 there were even bars across it.
My mummy had forgotten me and another little boy was sleeping in my bed
Are you sure that mothers are like that?
Yes, I'm sure.
I'm leaving. I'm going home.
No!
This evening!
Our mummy's abandoning us.
Come with me! I'm sure my parents would adopt you. 81 00:05:59,28 --> 00:06:02,28 Oh, Peter! Can we go?
Alright!
Get your things ready!
Let's get ready, don't delay, We're leaving here today.
Far from this Neverland,Into another mum’s hand