Peter Pan Page #3

There are some nasty

characters about.

If Hook discovers our hideout,

he'll gut us.

How dreadful!

Oh, we live for it!

But l...

Time to meet Father, Mother.

So looking forward

to being your son.

Welcome, Mother.

Discipline. That's what

fathers believe in.

You must spank the children immediately

before they try to kill you again.

In fact, we should kill them.

Peter!

Father!

I agree that they

are perfectly horrid,

but kill them

and they shall think

themselves important.

So important.

And unique.

I suggest something...

far more dreadful.

Medicine.

It's the most beastly,

disgusting stuff.

The sticky, sweet kind.

Kill us, please!

Kill us, please!

Littlest first. Michael?

- Michael. John. My brothers!

- Who?

Hello?

Hello? Hello? Hello?

It's louder from inside

this rock.

How very peculiar.

Happy thoughts.!

Swords, daggers, Napoleon.!

How humiliating.

John, there's something worser.

Princess Tiger Lily.

We search as ever for Peter Pan...

and his secret hideout.

Luckily, two boys

of his acquaintance...

were seen falling

into this part of thejungle.

Have you seen them?

She says,

"Sorry, but, no."

My Hook thinks

you have, Princess.

I say, unhand that savage, you...

you...you savage.!

Now, mermaids are not

as they are in storybooks.

They are dark creatures...

in touch with all things mysterious.

If Hook had captured

Wendy's brothers,

the mermaids would know.

Oh, how sweet.

Are mermaids not sweet?

They'll sweetly drown you

if you get too close.

Hook has your brothers

at the Black Castle.

Like all surprise attacks,

it must be conducted...

improperly.

Put the children on the rock.

Sorry, Your Highness.

Any last words?

Beg for your lives.

Sirs! My brother and I

are English gentlemen.

English gentlemen do not beg.

Please!

Please! Please!

Please don't kill us!

Please don't kill me, either.

I've never done anything...

Aah! It's cold! It's cold!

Help.!

Come on. Fly to the rescue,

and then I'll shoot you right

through your noble intentions.

I brought these.

Can you use it?

Promise me one thing.

Leave Hook to me.

I promise.

- Wait here for my signal.

- Wait here?

Peter.!

Thus Wendy first laid eyes on

the dark figure who haunted her stories.

She saw the piercing eyes

and was not afraid,

but entranced.

Mr. Smee?

That you, Cap'n?

Brimstone and gall, man.

What do you think you're doing?

Well, we've put the children

on the rope, Cap'n, like you said.

Set 'em free.!

Set 'em free?

- Well, what about your trap?

- Set them free, or

I'll plunge my hook in you.

I don't know what he wants with 'em.

I'm just a blithering idiot, aren't I?

Chain 'em up. Let 'em go.

- And take your cat with ya.

Mr. Smee?

Aye, Cap'n?

- Any sign of him?

- No, Cap'n.

Where are the children?

It's all right, Cap'n.

We let 'em go.

You what?

We let 'em go.

You... let... them... go.

Who are you, stranger?

I am James Hook,

captain of the Jolly Roger.

If you are Hook,

then who am I?

You are a codfish.

Tell me, Hook,

have you another name?

Aye.

- Vegetable?

- No.

- Mineral?

- No.

Animal?

Yes.

- Man?

- No!

- Boy?

- Yes!

- Ordinary boy?

- No!

- Wonderful boy?

- Yes.! Do you give up?

- Yes!

- I am...

- History.

- Peter, look out!

There he is!

It is your requiem mass, boy.

Ready to lose the other one?

Not this time.

Ooh-ooh, girlie.

Who be you to call me girlie?

- Ow.

Open the gate.!

Teddy.!

Ew.

Oh.

If I were you, I'd give up.

If you were me, I'd be ugly.

No!

Ready?

Fire!

Get the boat!

Turn the boat around.

Turn it around!

And now, Peter Pan,

you shall die.

To die will be

an awfully big adventure.

Oh, no.

You.

Smee!

Smee.!

It's all a bit tragic,

really, isn't it?

The warrior is wounded.

She is calling forth

the spirit of the eagle

to heal the warrior.

It's so impressive.

The warrior is healed.

Peter?

Shh.

Peter?

Evil day.

He has found himself a...

Wendy?

And Hook is all alone.

Me too.

You too?

Banished? Tsk, tsk.

The dog.

I think you and I...

should talk.

Wendy?

It's only make-believe,

isn't it?

That you and I are...

Oh. Yes.

Wendy?

You see, it would make me seem

so old to be a real father.

Peter,

what are your real feelings?

Feelings?

What do you feel?

Happiness? Sadness?

Jealousy?

Jealousy?

Tink!

Anger?

- Anger.

Hook.

Love?

- Love?

- Love.

I have never heard of it.

I think you have, Peter.

I daresay you've

felt it yourself...

for something or... someone.

Never. Even the sound

of it offends me.

Peter.

Why do you spoil everything?

We have fun, don't we?

I taught you to fight and to fly.

What more could there be?

There is so much more.

What? What else is there?

I don't know.

I think it becomes clearer

when you grow up.

Well, I will not grow up!

You cannot make me!

I will banish you like Tinker Bell!

I will not be banished!

Then go home.

Go home and grow up.

And take your feelings

with you!

Peter!

Peter, come back! Peter!

Peter did not want Wendy to leave.

Once again,

he visited Wendy's home...

to see if Mr. And Mrs. Darling

had closed the window yet.

But, as before, he saw

Mrs. Darling in her chair...

by the window, her eyes tired

with searching the heavens.

Wendy.

Wendy.

Wendy.

We can't both have her, lady.

John! Michael!

Wendy!

The window's closed.

- George! George, help me!

- What is it? Have they returned?

The window is closed.

It must always be open for them.

- Always. Always.

They've not returned.

Avast belay the English brig

We took and quickly sank

And for a warning

to the crew

We made them walk the plank

Yo ho, yo ho

the frisky plank

He walks along it so

Welcome. Shh, shh.

Till it goes down

and you's go down

To tooral looral loo

Wrote it himself.

Wendy, darling.

Muscat, miss?

I'm a little girl.

Rum, then?

No, thank you.

I'm told you ran away from home.

L... I had never

thought of it that way.

I suppose I did.

How wonderful.

My parents wanted me to grow up.

Growing up is such

a barbarous business,

full of inconvenience

and pimples.

Things were simpler

when I was younger.

And then the mess starts,

the feelings come.

Pan is so lucky

to be untroubled by them.

Oh, no. He cannot love.

It's part of the riddle

ofhis being.

Cigar?

Oh, there, there.

Shh, shh, shh.

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

It doesn't

have to be this way.

Didst thou ever want to be

a pirate, my hearty?

I once thought

of calling myself...

Mm?

Red-Handed Jill.

Oh, what a marvelous name!

That's what we'll call you

if you join us.

But what would my duties be?

I could not be expected to pillage.

Do you, um, by any chance,

tell stories?

And they all lived happily...

ever... after.

Bravo!

Bravissimo.!

Might I have time

to consider your generous offer?

Absolutely.

Of course, you must.

My fellows will return you

whence they found you.

None of my crew will follow you.

I swear it.

My new obsession is you,

not dear Peter Pan

or his whereabouts.

What would Mother think

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