Story of Peter Pan

(british accent) Hello children my name is Bobby im going to tell you the story of peter pan contrary to popular beleif peter pan wasent a boy who never grew old who could fly he was a 47 year old pervert with a jet pack but it all started when i was 5 years old me and my bother and siste Michael and Jane were all asleep in our beds with nanna the dog sleeping on the floor while mother and father were at the opera when at about midnight we heard a strange sound we all leaped out of our beds and saw a rather large man jumping on nanna the dog i dont kno what peter was doing to nanna the dog but she didnt seem to like it she made the worst sound when peter saw us he lept off nanna the dog and greeted us he said he was peter pan and he just wanted to play with us little did i know we had misinnterperated the meaning of the word "Play" and then he showed michael what he was doing to nanna michael didnt seem to like it eitheri had never seen my brother cry until that night the strange thing is that peter had no interest in playing with my sister jane but he did get around to playing with her but neither of them had much fun he said he was saving me for last but had some friends for us to meet so we all got in peters Gremlin and headed for the harbor we met some sailors down there they said we could play with their dingy but then they took out their talywackers and we began to wondor how they were going to play with us I'd hoped it wasent the same way peter had it made me just a wee bit nervous on the way they might play with us but then a booby car pulled up and some detectives got out and it mad ethink why they were there and then i thought they had found out about the two pounds I'd stolen from Janes bedroom so i began to run i ran until i was too tired to run anymore i hid in the loo at the Fina station and as i looked out the window i saw peter flying on his jet pack but it was on fire and as i saw peter become ingulfed in flames and heard him scream in agony i saw the cops shoot him down after that night i never saw peter jane michael or nanna the dog again and for money i charged the sailors money to play with me for 3 pounds an hour i cry every time i play but its ok thinking one day i just might get my cahnce to play with him until that day i recived a letter from peter in the penatentury he said he'd be out in a few years and I'd finally get my chance to play with him again but until the tah tah