Peter Pan Page #5

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and we've all been blushin'since

Hana mana ganda, hana mana ganda

Hana mana ganda

Now you've got it right

from the head man

The real true story

of the red man

No matter what's been

written or said, no matter what

Now you know why

the red man's red

- Wa-hoo!

- John!

Squaw take 'em papoose.

Wa-hoo!

- Michael!

- Squaw, get 'em firewood.

Squaw no get 'em firewood!

Squaw go home.

Beggin' your pardon, Miss Bell...

but Captain Hook

would like a word with ya.

Yes, Miss Bell,

Captain Hook admits defeat.

Tomorrow I leave the island,

never to return.

I'm glad to hear that, Captain.

I'll tell the crew and...

And that's why I asked

you over, me dear...

to tell Peter

I bear him no ill will.

Oh, Pan has his faults,

to be sure.

Uh, bringing that Wendy

to the island, for instance.

Dangerous business, that.

Why, rumour has it that already

she has come between you and Peter.

But what's this?

Tears?

Then it is true.

Oh, Smee.

The way of a man with a maid.

Taking the best years

of her life and then...

casting her aside

like an old glove!

Ain't it a bloomin' shame?

But we mustn't judge

Peter too harshly, me dear.

It's that Wendy who's to blame.

Mr Smee, we must

save the lad from himself.

But how?

We've so little time.

We sail in the morning.

Sail! That's it, Smee!

- We'll shanghai Wendy.

- "Shanghai Wendy," Captain?

Take her to sea with us. With her gone,

Peter will soon forget

this mad infatuation.

Come, Smee, we must leave immediately.

Surround Peter's home...

But, Captain, we...

we don't know where Peter Pan lives!

Great Scott,

you're right, Smee!

What's that, my dear?

You could show us the way?

Why, I never thought of that.

- Take this down, Smee.

- "Take this down, Smee."

Aye, aye, Captain.

- Start at Pegleg Point.

- "Start at Pegleg Point."

- Forty paces west of Blindman's Bluff.

- "Blindman's Bluff."

Yes, yes. Hop, skip and

a jump across Crocodile Creek.

Then north by northeast,

one, two, three.

Well, get on with it...

Continue, my dear.

I mustn't harm Peter?

Madam, Captain Hook

gives his word...

not to lay a finger...

or a hook on Peter Pan.

Ah, Hangman's Tree.

So that's the entrance

to his hiding place.

Thank you, me dear.

You've been most helpful.

Hana mana ganda, hana mana ganda

Hana mana ganda, hana mana ganda

Hana mana ganda, hana mana ganda

Hana mana ganda, hana mana ganda

- Hana mana ganda, Hana mana ganda

- Hana mana ganda

- Hana mana ganda

- What makes red men red

Hana mana ganda, hana mana ganda

Hana mana ganda, hana mana ganda

Hana mana ganda, hana mana ganda

Hana mana ganda, hana mana ganda

Hana mana ganda

Hana mana ganda

Big Chief Flying Eagle

greets his braves.

- How! - Uh, how,

Chief. - How, Chief! How!

- How.

- How.

Big Chief greets Little Mother.

- How!

- Ugh!

Aw, Wendy, is that

all you have to say?

- Everyone else thinks I'm wonderful.

- Especially Tiger Lily.

- Tiger Lily?

- John! Michael!

Take off that war paint

and get ready for bed.

- Bed?

- Brave no sleep.

Go for days without sleep.

- But, boys, we're going home

in the morning. - Home!

- And...

- Oh, Wendy, we don't want to go home.

No go home. Stay many moons.

Have heap big time.

Now, Peter, let's stop

pretending and be practical.

Chief Flying Eagle has spoken.

Oh, for goodness sake.

Please, boys.

Do you want to stay here

and grow up like... like savages?

- Of course.

- But you can't.

You need a mother.

We all do.

Aren't you our mother, Wendy?

Why, Michael, of course not!

Surely you haven't forgotten

our real mother!

Did she have silky ears

and wear a fur coat?

Oh, no, Michael.

That was Nana.

I think I had a mother once.

- What was she like? - What

was she like? - I forget.

- I had a white rat!

- That's no mother!

Hey, who ya shovin'?

No, no, boys! Please.

I'll tell you what a mother is.

- Yeah, tell us. - Yeah,

tell us. - Please, Wendy.

Well, a mother,

a real mother...

is the most wonderful person

in the world.

She's the angel voice...

that bids you good night...

kisses your cheek...

whispers, "Sleep tight."

Your mother

And mine

Your mother

And mine

The helping hand

that guides you along

Whether you're right

Whether you're wrong

Your mother

And mine

Your mother

And mine

What makes mothers

all that they are

Might as well ask

what makes a star

Ask your heart

to tell you her worth

Your heart will say

Heaven on earth

- Another word

- Shh.

For divine

Your mother

And mine

- I wanna see my mother.

- Yes, Michael.

I propose we leave

for home at once.

- Could I go too? Huh, Wendy? - Me

too, Wendy! - Come on! Let me go!

All right, boys. All right. I'm sure

Mother would be glad to have you.

Uh, that is,

if Peter doesn't mind.

Go on!

Go back and grow up!

But I'm warning ya.

Once you're grown up...

you can never come back!

- Never!

- Dear.

- Well, then, shall we be off?

- Yeah, come on. Let's go!

- Yeah!

- See ya, Peter.

They'll be back.

Peter.

Goodbye, Peter.

All right, men.

Take them away.

And now, Smee, to take care

of Master Peter Pan.

But, Captain, wouldn't it

be more humane-like to slit his throat?

Aye, that it would, Mr Smee.

But I have given me word

not to lay a finger...

or a hook on Peter Pan.

And Captain Hook

never breaks a promise.

Yo ho, yo ho

Yo ho, yo ho, yo ho

So try the life of a thief

Just sample the life of a crook

There isn't a boy

who won't enjoy

A- workin'for Captain Hook

The world's most famous crook

Crook, crook, crickety crockety, crickety,

crick the croc is after Captain...

A special offer for today

I'll tell you what I'll do

All those who sign without delay

Will get a free tattoo

Why, it's like money in the bank

Come on

Join up and I'll be frank

Unless you do

you'll walk the plank

The choice is up to you

The choice is up to you

Yo ho, yo ho

Yo ho, yo ho, yo ho

You'll love the life of a thief

You'll relish the life

of a crook

There's barrels

of fun for everyone

And you'll get treasures

by the ton

So come and sign the book

Join up with Captain Hook

- Hey, I wanna join!

- Please! Oh, boy!

- I wanna be a pirate!

- Oh, boy! A pirate!

Boys! Aren't you

ashamed of yourselves?

But Captain Hook is

most insistent, Wendy.

Yeah! He says we'll walk

the plank if we don't.

Oh, no, we won't.

Peter Pan will save us.

Peter Pan will save them, Smee.

Peter Pan will save them.

Oh, Captain, you did it.

But a thousand pardons, my dear.

I don't believe you are

in on our little joke.

You see, we left

a present for Peter.

Sort of a surprise package,

you might say.

Why, I can see our little

friend at this very moment...

reading the tender inscription.

"To Peter, with love

from Wendy.

Do not open till 6 o'clock."

Huh. I wonder what's in it.

Could he but see

within the package...

he would find an ingenious

little device.

Set, so that when

the clock is like this...

Peter Pan will be blasted...

out of Never Land forever.

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