A small fairy is trapped inside a magical cage in the forest, her light dimming as she calls for help. The cage hums ominously, protected by dark vines that writhe like snakes.

Tinkerbell darts forward, wings flashing, determination burning in her tiny eyes. “Hold on! I’m coming!” she calls.

She zips past tree roots, dodging thorns and snaring branches, leaving a trail of sparkling dust behind her. When she reaches the cage, she examines the vines carefully. “These are magical… and nasty,” she mutters. Her tiny hands glow as she channels all her strength into cutting the vines with magic sparks.

Peter Pan appears just as a shadow looms from above — a dark magical creature guarding the cage. He leaps instinctively, but Tinkerbell doesn’t hesitate.

“Peter, stay back!” she shouts. She flares her wings, a green tempest of light, and the creature shrieks, recoiling from the sudden explosion of magic.

Peter watches, amazed, as Tinkerbell opens the cage and guides the tiny fairy out, catching her midair and carrying her safely to the ground. “You see?” she pants, hovering triumphantly. “Even the smallest fairy can save the day. And don’t you forget it!”

Peter laughs, reaching out to steady her. “I’d never forget, Tink. You’re incredible.” She glares at him for a moment, then allows herself a tiny, triumphant smile.