Pan
I'm going
to tell you a story
about a boy
about the pirate
who wished to kill him,
about the island
where fairies roamed.
But this isn't the story
you've heard before,
because sometimes
friends begin as enemies,
Sometimes to truly understand
how things end,
we must first know
how they begin.
Come on.
I love you, my son.
I love you,
my Peter.
Wakey, wakey!
Rise and shine!
Come on, now.
That's it. Come on.
Move along.
Come on, quickly now.
Peter, we'll miss breakfast.
The heroes have risen.
They must now feed!
Quiet over there!
I said quiet!
Eat that up! Now.
I won't tell you again!
Where's the bacon?
of a weekend.
There's a war on, Peter.
Rationing.
You're lucky to have
any food at all.
Oh! Mother Barnabas,
forgive me.
Get over there.
How much you wanna bet
she's nickin' all the rations?
Shh. She'll hear ya.
She's got ears
like an elephant.
Bum like one, too.
Look.
More empty seats.
Nelson and Billy
both got evacuated.
Lucky sods.
Both of them?
- When?
- Don't know.
When I woke up,
they were both gone.
Off to some family in Canada
until the war's over.
I wouldn't mind goin' there.
Don't be daft.
You gotta stay put.
For when our mums
come fetch us?
Exactly.
We hunker down here.
Hold the fort.
Wait for the cavalry.
Now, get on that roof and
Is it safe,
Mother Barnabas?
Well, I've not
tested it meself, like.
You know, not recently.
But all the necessary
paperwork is in order
should an orphan
perish in a fall.
Now get up there!
And while you're aloft
and closer to our Lord,
you may reflect on
your festering souls.
Your souls that fester
as do the leaves.
See! I was right!
She's hoarding
all the rations.
Where's she hiding
all the grub?
Her office.
No one's ever been in there.
I heard a rumor
it's booby trapped.
Silence, I said! Quiet!
Everyone,
down to the shelters!
In chaos is death!
- Come on.
- I don't like this.
Fort Knox.
The lair of the dragon.
Whoa!
Come here.
So put your hands there.
I need your shoe, fella.
- Could you just...
Quiet!
Right.
Nineteen.
Twenty.
Peter.
Ugh. What a dirty old nun.
Ugh-
This is so unhygienic.
Why is the Virgin Mary
so clean?
- Nibs?
- Down here!
Nibsy!
I told ya.
Booby trapped.
It's a treasure trove.
Flippin' heck!
Peter!
It's the records.
Peter!
It's your file.
Is it from your mum?
What does she say?
I can't.
Will you read it?
- I meant aloud.
- Oh.
"My dearest Peter.
"Everything I have done,
"I have done
because I love you.
"I long for the day that
I can come back for you
"and explain everything.
"Don't doubt me
"nor most importantly,
"don't doubt yourself.
"You are extraordinary. "
"More than you can imagine. "
I promise that
you will see me again,
in this world or another.
Come on!
That's my private property!
Give it back!
You know, Peter, every little
orphan dreams he's special.
That he'll be the one
whose mother comes
a- skipping back for him.
But your mammy's
not for skipping.
And why is that, hmm?
Because you're not special,
Peter.
- GRUNTS)
- You're not even special
in your own way.
You're just
abandoned by a feckless mammy
who's forgotten you exist.
Oh! You little savage!
Hands! The both of ya!
He never did nothin'!
He's guilty by association.
It is time
for the pine.
Oi, Skinny.
Arnold and the twins,
when did they go?
Me guess it were last night.
All the missing children,
all that dough
hidden in her office.
What's Barnabas up to?
She's selling orphans.
I knew it!
I mean, is she?
That's not nice.
But who in the world
buys orphans at night?
That's what
we have to find out.
Now, come on,
let's make a plan. It'll be fun.
I've heard
that one before.
Cor! Who guffed one?
Nibs y!
Ineven
Mmm-mmm. Mmm-mmm.
This was a stupid plan.
I'm going back to bed.
Come on.
- Night.
- Night.
- Nibs!
Peter!
I told you
I was right!
What?
Head for the stairs.
Go!
Nibs!
Goodbye, Peter!
- You're comin' with me!
- Let go!
Peter.
Holy pudding!
Prepare to set sail!
We've gotta
get out of here.
We'll have to jump.
I can't!
We have to!
Come on!
Nibs!
And away we go!
Come on!
Friends till death!
Peter!
Damnation.
You've sunk my frigate.
Ma'am. Luftwaffe. Inbound.
Ladies.
Sector 6, sector 8, sector 12.
Incoming!
Spitfire!
Clear the deck!
Ready your swords!
Oh, come on!
Ma'am,
regarding identification
of the enemy, um, aircraft,
Spit it out, man.
ma'am.
Come again?
PIRATE; Fire!
Whoa!
{GROANS)
- (WHIMPERS)
Get off.
Don't go dying-
You're precious cargo.
- Am I?
Is it my mother?
Going UP!
Whoa.
Get out here!
You little rat!
Make your move!
Come on, hurry up!
Move it! Come on!
Right this ship
for docking.
Haul away!
Come on, fellas.
ORPHAN 13 Look! It's daylight.
I wanna see this!
What is that?
Move, I can't see.
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
Hello, hello, hello, how low? a'
Is this Canada?
a' Turn the lights out a'
It's less dangerous a'
Here we are now a'
Entertain us I
I feel stupid a'
And contagious a'
Here we are now a'
Entertain us I
Hey! A'
Hello, hello, hello, how low? a'
Sing!
Hello, hello, hello, how low? a'
Hello, hello, hello, how low? a'
Knee.
I don't kneel to anyone.
Oh, you'll kneel to him.
He's the pirate
all pirates fear!
The original nightmare!
The man they call Blackbeard!
And I forget just why I taste
Oh, yeah, I guess
I found it hard,
so hard to find r
Oh, well, whatever, never mind I
Hello, hello, hello, how low? a'
With the lights Out X
It's less dangerous a'
Here we are now a'
Entertain us I
I feel stupid and contagious a'
Sing for your master!
Here we are now a'
Entertain us I
Sweet, gentle children.
You who weep molten pearls
of innocent tears,
dry them, dear nippers.
For I have sprung you
from life's cruel dungeon,
Suffer no more.
Come unto me. You are home.
Here you join orphans alike
from every corner
of the globe,
every race, creed, and color.
Every age and era.
You are pioneers.
Brave creators
of a new society.
For this,
my poppets,
is a land of opportunity!
My justice is divine.
My laws are so simple
on a pig's ear.
In fact, I have.
Law number one,
"Those who work
with bright, honest vigor
"will be rewarded with prizes
"and trophies
"and confectionery!"
Law number two,
"Those who fail to work hard,
"those who skive or malinger,
"will hereby know the brooding
majesty of my disapproval. "
Mark me well.
I know no pity.
No second chances.
I don't do mercy.
But remember,
don't forget
to help yourselves
to lots and lots
of jolly old fun!
Hey, kiddiewinks,
welcome to Neverland!
Put some effort into it.
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