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PINK PIXIE DUST

On their way back to Neverland. Tinkerbell and Peter fly down to grab a bite to eat at Mickey D's.

"Welcome to McDonald's may I take your order?"  Asks the elder gentleman working the register.

"Yes, A Big Mac, please."

"Would you like the meal instead?"

"Yes, that's fine."

"What would you like to drink?"

"Coke please."

"Medium or Large?"

"Medium."

"Will this be for here or to go?"

"To go."

"Will that complete your order?"

"Yes, thank you."

"That will be $6.50. Cash or credit?"

"Um, one moment sir."

Peter now whispering, "Yeah Tink, he wants us to pay him. You know with a gold coin or something. What? You want to use the pink pixie dust on him. Okay, but what does it do again?"

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