Return to Never Land

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The story always ends the same.

Peter Pan shouts...

Goodbye, Wendy!

And then Wendy shouts back to him...

I'll always believe in you, Peter Pan!

And Wendy did believe always,

even as she left childhood behind

and came to have children of her own.

There it is, Jane.

Second star to the right

and straight on to morning.

Never Land!

The second star to the right

Shines in the night for you

To tell you that the dream you plan

Really can come true

The second star to the right

Shines with a light that's rare

And if it's Never Land you need

lts light will lead you there

Our story begins in difficult times.

England is threatened with war

and many men have been asked

to leave their families

to protect their country.

I'll be home before you know it.

I promise.

Now, now. What's all this?

I want to go with you.

I need you here

to take care of your mom and Danny.

Can you do that for me?

That's my big girl.

- Be safe, Edward.

- Look after each other, now.

Goodbye, Daddy! I love you!

I love you all.

Drive off!

But the war lasted much longer

than anyone could have imagined.

Bombs fell from the sky

and tore at the very heart of London.

Don't cry, son.

All aboard!

In an effort to protect its children,

the government decreed

that they all be sent

to the countryside for safekeeping.

- Goodbye!

- Bye-bye!

- I love you!

- Good luck, sweetie!

In times such as these

it is no wonder

some discard childish things,

like Peter Pan and Never Land.

What is it, Nanatwo?

We don't have time, you silly dog.

We have to get this home to Danny.

Oh, no! Quick, Nanatwo!

Mommy, where's Jane?

Don't you worry, Danny.

She'll be along.

All right, now. Here we go.

Into the bomb shelter.

Bring the lights up!

What is it, girl?

Oh, my gosh!

Nanatwo,

we're not out of the woods yet.

We have to get back out there.

Look, who's in charge here?

Don't be silly. I am!

Now, come on!

Mommy, I'm scared!

I don't like planes and bombs.

Is that what it is?

For a moment, it sounded like cannons

on a pirate ship.

You're right!

It's Captain Hook!

I hear him! He's coming!

- Jane!

- Jane!

Oh, Jane! Where have you been?

Why didn't you...

- Mother, I'm fine!

- Jane, you made it past the pirates!

- Daniel, careful!

- What's that? What's that?

Hey! It's for me, isn't it?

Let me see! Let me see!

All right!

- Happy birthday, Daniel.

- Yippee!

Socks. Two of 'em.

Jane, dear, how very practical.

Got them a size large

so he can grow into them.

Look, Danny. Pan and Hook, see?

- Curse you, Peter Pan!

- Oh, Mother.

I want to hear a Peter Pan story!

Nanatwo!

All right, then.

How about the time

Peter and the Lost Boys

captured Hook's ship

right from under his nose?

That's a good one!

It was late one misty evening

and Hook was sure once again

that he'd found Peter's hideout.

Hook and his bloodthirsty crew

went ashore

leaving the Jolly Roger unguarded.

That's when Peter Pan arrived!

He and the boys slipped aboard

and there they found it.

Hook's remarkable treasure!

Peter told the Lost Boys they'd hide it

and Hook would have to

hunt them down to get it back.

It was all a great game for Peter.

And then, from out of the mist,

he was there,

the evil Captain Hook!

A fierce and ferocious sword fight

was fast underway.

- Give up, boy!

- Never!

And at that moment,

a shimmering magic covered the ship.

Tinker Bell!

Yes! And the Jolly Roger

lifted into the sky

as Peter and the boys

escaped with the treasure.

You've not seen the end of me,

Peter Pan!

I'll get you for this

if it's the last thing I do!

So you see, Danny,

Hook will never win

as long as there's faith,

trust and pixie dust.

Poppycock!

Slow down, you old codfish!

Oh, my notebook!

- Daniel!

- Come on, Jane!

We'll beat old Captain Hook together!

Daniel, please!

I've no time for fun and games.

You used to. You got to be

the very first Lost Girl ever.

That was a long time ago.

Yeah. Back when you were fun.

Honestly, Mother.

I don't know why you fill his head

with those silly stories.

But they're not silly. They're...

Take care of Danny, will you?

Go on. I'll be right there.

- Yes?

- Evacuation, ma'am.

Your children are scheduled

on the morning train.

So soon?

But I haven't even told them.

The sooner the better, if you ask me.

Good night, ma'am.

Yes.

Good night.

Jane, dear.

Will you promise me something?

Promise you'll watch over Danny,

- whatever might happen.

- What?

You and your brother

are going away for a while.

Away? But where?

All the children are being evacuated

to the country.

It's so dangerous here.

But you'll be safe there, both of you.

- I'm not going! I'm staying here!

- But, dear, an order has been issued.

Every child must go.

But Daddy said that I'm supposed to...

I know, dear,

but you can take care of Danny.

Tell him Peter Pan stories.

He needs them, Jane, and so do you.

Please, dear. Promise me.

No! I will not promise!

Jane. We'll be together again.

- You must have faith.

- Faith? Trust? Pixie dust?

Those are just words from your stories.

They don't mean anything.

Yes, they do.

Peter Pan says they'll make you fly.

Daniel, story time is over!

Look! It's a war.

Peter Pan isn't real and people don't fly!

They do, too!

- Oh, come on, Daniel! Grow up!

- Jane!

It's just a lot of childish nonsense!

You're lying!

Jane, how could you treat

your brother that way?

You think you're very grown-up

but you have a great deal to learn.

I am not a child now

I can take care of myself

Mustn't let them down now

Mustn't let them see me cry

I'm fine

I'm too tired to listen

I'm too old to believe

All these childish stories

There is no such thing as faith

And trust

And pixie dust

'Cause I try

But it's so hard to believe

I try

But I can't see what you see

I try

I don't know if it's going!

Is that water pressure up?

Peter Pan.

Pixie dust.

Childish nonsense.

Hello, Wendy.

My apologies, miss.

Curses! Bring her down!

Hurry, Smee!

Come on, now. Don't fuss.

Cast off, ya mangy dogs!

Hoist anchor!

I'll get you, Peter Pan,

if it's the last thing I do.

I've got a little surprise for you,

Peter Pan.

Drop the mainsails!

Prepare to drop anchor!

This is simply perfect!

Yes, Mr Smee, with Wendy as bait

we shall lure Peter Pan to his doom!

Summon the beast!

Yes, sir, Captain. Right away!

Oh

Yo ho ho, another plan

To try to capture Peter Pan

Captain Hook's a brilliant man

Who else could think

of the perfect crime

And bumble and fumble it every time

Smee!

Set the bait!

Make no doubt, Smee.

That wretched boy will be

but a notch in me scabbard.

- Only in your dreams, Hook!

- Pan!

I didn't know a codfish could talk.

Did you, Tinker Bell?

Blast him!

Take your best shot, Captain.

Come on! You're gonna have

to do better than that, boy!

Three strikes and you're out!

Come down here, boy.

I've a little something for you.

A present for me?

Aw, you really shouldn't have.

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