Peter (noticing the waterfall is starting to crack and collapse) Hold onto me!!
Mrs. Beaver
[Peter stabs the ice with his sword. The waterfall plunges down on them and sweeps them away. The beavers propel the chunk of ice to shore. Peter stands up holding Lucy’s coat in his hand, but no Lucy.]
Lovely.
Susan
What have you done? Lucy!?! LUCY!!!
Mr. Beaver
Don’t you worry, dear. Your brother’s got you well looked after.
Mrs. Beaver
And I don't think you'll be needing those coats anymore.


