Ladies, If you would like to voice Wendy with me, feel free to snag this video!
and heres the Script if you need it,

WENDY: 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 litter taller perhaps. But then… (LAUGHING) 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. Sewing shadows, I mean. Of course, I knew it was your shadow the minute I saw it. And I said to myself, “I’ll put it away for him until he comes back. 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, 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–
Peter Pan: Girls talk too much.
Wendy: (LAUGHING) Yes, girls talk too– Hmmm? Oh.
Peter Pan: Well, get on with it, girl.
Wendy: My name is Wendy, Wendy Moira Angela Darling.
Peter Pan: Wendy’s enough.
Wendy: Oh. But how did Nana get your shadow, Peter?
PETER PAN: Jumped at me, the other night at the window.
WENDY: What were you doing there?
PETER PAN: I came to listen to the stories.
Wendy: My stories? But they’re all about you.
Peter Pan: Of course. That’s why I like ‘em. I tell ‘em to the Lost Boys.
Wendy: The Lost B– Oh I remember. They’re your men.
Peter Pan: Uh-huh.
WENDY: I'm so glad you came back tonight. I might never have seen you.
Peter Pan: Why?
Wendy: Because I have to grow up tomorrow.
Peter Pan: Grow up?
Wendy: Tonight’s my last night in the nursery.
Peter Pan: But that means no more stories.
Wendy: (SNIFFLING) Mm-Hmm
PETER PAN: No!
I won’t have it! Come on.
WENDY: But where are we going?
PETER PAN: To Never Land.
Wendy: Never Land!
PETER PAN: You’ll never grow up there.
WENDY: Oh, Peter, it would be so wonderful.
But wait! What would mother say?
Peter Pan: Mother? What’s a mother?
Wendy: Why, Peter, a mother’s someone…who loves and cares for you and tells you stories–
Peter Pan: Good! You can be our mother. Come on.
Wendy: Now, just a minute, I…, let me see now, 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 have to– Oh Never Land. Oh, I-I’m so happy, I’I think I’ll give you a-a kiss.
Peter Pan: What’s a-a kiss?
Wendy: Oh, well, I-I’ll show you. Oh! (Screaming because Tinker Bell strikes her by her hair)
Peter Pan: Stop! Stop it, Tink!