Peter Pan Page #5

Not bad... for an old man.

I know what you are!

I am the best there ever was!

You're a tragedy.

Me? Tragic?

She was leaving you, Pan.

Your Wendy was leaving you.

Why should she stay?

What have you to offer?

You are incomplete.

She'd rather grow up

than stay with you.

Let us now take a peep

into the future.

What's this I see?

'Tis the fair Wendy.

She's in her nursery.

The window's shut.

I'll open it!

I'm afraid the window's barred.

I'll call out her name.

She can't hear you.

No!

She can't see you.

Wendy!

She's forgotten all about you.

Stop! Please! Stop it!

And what is this I see?

There is another in your place.

He is called... husband.

No.! Peter.!

You die alone...

and unloved.

Unloved.

Just like me.

- No!

- No!

- Silence, all,

for Wendy's farewell.

Peter.

I'm sorry. I must grow up.

But... this is yours.

'Tis just a thimble.

How like a girl!

- By all means, my beauty.

Give Peter Pan

your precious thimble.

This belongs to you...

and always will.

Ohh.

That was no thimble.

That was her hidden kiss.

Brace yourselves, lads.

'Tis a powerful thing.

Pan, you're pink!

Split my infinitives!

No! I have won!

Whoo-hoo!

You... are old.

But I won!

Old.

And alone!

- Alone.

- No! I won! I won!

-

- Done for.

Happy thoughts.

Happy thoughts.

Ripping! Killing! Killing!

Choking! Lawyers! Dentists!

Old! Alone! Done for!

Old.! Alone.! Done for.!

Old.! Alone.! Done for.!

Pus!

Uh, children's blood.

Puppies' blood.

- Old! Alone! Done for!

Old! Alone! Done for!

- Disease.! Scabs.!

Kittens dashed on spikes! No!

- Old.! Alone.! Done for.!

- White death! Black death!

- Any death.! A nice cup of tea.!

- Old! Alone! Done for!

Old.! Alone.! Done for.!

Old.! Alone.!

Old. Alone.

Done for!

Done for.

Brimstone and gall!

Silence, you dogs!

Or I'll cast anchor in you.

We won! We won!

Ready to cast off?

Aye. Aye, Captain.

Oh, the cleverness of you.

Mother.

Nana.

Let us break it

to her gently.

Oh, Nana.

I dreamt my little ones

had come back.

I dreamed they were asleep...

in their beds.

But they will never come back.

They did not understand

how she could not see them.

But, you see, she saw them in their beds

so often in her dreams...

that she thought this was just

the dream hanging around her still.

Hello, Mother. It really is us.

Michael.

John.

Wendy.

We're back.

George, come quickly!

I'm coming.! What is it?

We're back, Father.

Did you miss us?

You're back.

Good. Excellent.

Well done.

Oh, my angel.

Of course I missed you.

All right, boys, follow me.

Get your hands off that wallpaper.

Now, come on in.

The silliest thing.

These young gentlemen say that...

You're back.

Ohhh.

Mother, Father,

I would like to introduce

the Lost Boys.

Hello.

Hats.

May I keep them?

Well, l-l...

I mean, the expense.

Think of the neighbors.

Dash the neighbors!

And dash the expense!

Welcome to the family, boys.

Thank you, thank you,

thank you, thank you.

Will this help the expense, Father?

Anyone for a pony ride?

I'm Tootles.

Tootles, darling.

- I'm Curly.

- Curly, darling.

And what's your name?

Nibs. I plan the battles.

Would you like

a mother, Nibs?

Yes.

Oh!

What is the matter, child?

I couldn't find the house.

And now everyone has

a mother, except me.

Is your name Slightly?

Yes.

Then I am your mother.

How do you know?

I feel it in my bones.

Mother!

George! Mary! I have a son!

There could not have been

a lovelier sight,

but there was none to see it...

except a strange boy who

was staring in at the window.

Peter Pan had countless joys...

that other children

can never know,

but he was looking

at the onejoy...

from which he must be

forever barred.

To live would be

an awfully big adventure.

Peter!

You won't forget me, will you?

Me? Forget?

Will you come back?

To hear stories... about me.

But I was not to see

Peter Pan again.

Now I tell his story

to my children,

and they will tell it

to their children...

and so it will go on.

For all children grow up...

except one.

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