Peter Pan Page #2

---

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...

- Girls talk too much.

Yes, girls talk too...

Hmm? Oh.

- Well, get on with it, girl.

- Uh, my name is Wendy.

- Uh, Wendy Moira Angela Darl...

- Wendy's enough.

Oh, uh, but how did

Nana get your shadow, Peter?

Jumped at me the other night

at the window.

Well, what were

you doing there?

- I came to listen to the stories.

- My stories?

- But they're all about you.

- Of course.

That's why I like 'em.

I tell 'em to the Lost Boys.

The Lost Boys...

Oh, I remember.

- They're your men.

- Uh-huh.

I'm so glad you came back tonight.

I might never have seen you.

- Why?

- Because I have to grow up tomorrow.

- Grow up!

- Tonight's my last night in the nursery.

But that means

no more stories.

- Mm-hmm.

- No!

I won't have it.

Come on!

Bu-Bu-But

where are we going?

To Never Land.

- Never Land!

- You'll never grow up there.

Oh, Peter,

it will be so wonderful.

But wait.

What would Mother say?

Mother? What's Mother?

Why, Peter, a mother is someone who...

who loves and cares for you.

- And... And tells you stories...

- Good! You can be our mother.

- Come on.

- Now, just a minute, I...

Let me see now.

L-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'll have to...

Oh, but Never Land.

Oh, I...

I-I'm so happy I...

I think I'll give you a... a kiss.

What's a... a kiss?

Oh, well, uh,

I-I'll show you.

- Oh!

- Stop! Stop it, Tink!

John, John, wake up!

He's here.

Huh? Jiminy!

Ooh, what in the world was that?

Tinker Bell.

Don't know what got into her.

Hello, Peter Pan.

I'm Michael.

And my name is John.

How do you do?

- Hello.

- Oh, look, a firefly.

- A pixie.

- Amazing!

- What's the pixie doing?

- Talking.

- What did she say?

- She says you're a big, ugly girl.

Oh. Well, I think

she's lovely.

- Well, come on, Wendy, let's go.

- Where are we going?

- To Never Land.

- Never Land!

- Peter's taking us.

- "Us"?

Well, of course. L-I couldn't

go without Michael and John.

Oh, I should like very much to cross

swords with some real buccaneers.

Yes, and fight pirates too.

Well, all right,

but ya gotta take orders.

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Me too.

But, Peter, how do

we get to Never Land?

- Fly, of course.

- "Fly"?

It's easy. All you

have to do is to... is to...

Is to...

- Ha! That's funny.

- What's the matter?

- Don't you know?

- Oh, sure.

It's... It's just that

I never thought about it before.

Say, that's it!

You think of a wonderful thought.

- Any happy, little thought?

- Uh-huh.

- Like toys at Christmas?

- Sleigh bells, snow?

Yep! Watch me now.

Here I go!

It's easier than pie.

- He can fly!

- He can fly!

He flewed!

- Now you try.

- I'll think of a mermaid lagoon...

underneath a magic moon.

I'll think I'm

in a pirate's cave.

I think I'll be

an Indian brave.

Now everybody try.

One, two, three!

We can fly! We can fly!

We can fly!

This won't do.

What's the matter with you?

All it takes

is faith and trust.

Oh! And something

I forgot. Dust!

- Dust?

- Dust?

Yep, just a little bit

of pixie dust.

Now, think of

the happiest things.

- It's the same as having wings.

- Let's all try it just once more.

Look! We're rising off the floor.

- Jiminy!

- Oh, my! We can fly!

- You can fly!

- We can fly!

Come on, everybody.

Here we go!

Off to Never Land!

Think of a wonderful thought

Any merry little thought

Think of Christmas

Think of snow

Think of sleigh bells

Off you go like reindeer in the sky

You can fly, you can fly

You can fly

Think of the happiest things

It's the same as having wings

Take the path that moonbeams make

If the moon is still awake

you'll see him wink his eye

You can fly, you can fly

You can fly

Up you go with a heigh and ho

To the stars beyond the blue

There's a Never Land

waiting for you

Where all your

happy dreams come true

Every dream that you dream

will come true

Come on, Nana!

When there's a smile

in your heart

There's no better time to start

Think of all thejoy you'll find

When you leave the world behind

and bid your cares goodbye

You can fly, you can fly

You can fly, you can fly

You can fly

There it is, Wendy. Second star to

the right and straight on till morning.

When there's

a smile in your heart

There's no better time to start

Think of all thejoy you'll find

when you leave the world behind

And bid your cares goodbye

You can fly, you can fly

You can fly, you can fly

You can fly

You can fly, you can fly

You can fly

Oh, a pirate's life

is a wonderful life

A- rovin'over the sea

Give me a career as a buccaneer

It's the life

of a pirate for me, oh

The life of a pirate for me

Oh, a pirate's life

is a wonderful life

They never bury your bones

For when it's all over a jolly sea rover

drops in on his friend, Davy Jones

Oh, my good friend

Davy Jones

- Good morning, shipmates.

- And what's good about it, Mr Smee?

Here we are, collecting barnacles

on this miserable island.

While his nibs plays

ring-around-the-rosy with Peter Pan.

Look out. It might go off.

We ought to be tending to

the business of looting ships.

Why, I've almost forgotten

how to slit a throat.

- Better hop it.

- And tell the captain...

we wants to put to sea, see?

Peter Pan...

Blast that Peter Pan!

If I could only find his hideout,

I'd trap him in his lair.

But where is it?

Mermaid Lagoon?

No, we've searched that.

We've combed Cannibal Cove.

H-Here! No. No, no, no!

That's Indian terri...

But wait.

Those redskins know this island

better than I do me own ship.

Ah...

I wonder.

- Good morning, Captain.

- I've got it!

Tiger Lily, Smee!

T-Tiger Lily, Captain?

The Chief's daughter.

She'll know where Pan is hiding.

B-B-But, but will she talk, Captain?

Oh, a little persuasion

might be in order.

Now let me see.

Boiling in oil?

Keelhauling? Marooning?

A pirate's life

is a wonderful I-life

You'll find adventure and sport

But live every minute

for all that is in it

The life of a pirate is short

Oh, the life...

Now let me see, where was I?

Oh, dear, dear,

dear Captain Hook.

Shooting a man in

the middle of his cadenza?

It ain't good form, you know.

"Good form," Mr Smee?

Blast good form!

Did Pan show good form

when he did this to me?

Why, Captain, cutting your hand off was

only a childish prank, you might say.

Aye! But throwing it

to the crocodile!

That cursed beast liked

the taste of me so well...

he's followed me ever since,

licking his chops...

for the rest of me.

And he'd have had

you by now, Captain...

if he hadn't swallowed

that alarm clock.

But now when he's about, he warns ya

as ya might say with his tick-tock...

tick-tock, tick-tock.

Smee? Smee!

Oh, save me, Smee!

Please, don't let him get me, Smee!

Rate this script:1.8 / 5 votes