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All right. I give up.

What's your problem?

All I've ever wanted was to get away

from this dreadful place

and home to my dear, sweet mother.

But blast it all! Peter stole my treasure

and my men would mutiny if I so much

as tried to leave without it.

So here I am,

stuck in this absurd place.

My sources tell me

you wish to return home as well.

You got that right.

I guess we're in the same boat.

The same boat!

- That's it!

- What's it?

I'll give you passage home on my ship

and you can help me

recover my treasure.

Don't you see?

The treasure's useless to Peter.

He's not sensible like you and I.

He's just a boy who'll never grow up.

Tell me about it.

And, really,

what other choice do you have?

It's not as though you could fly home.

Well, I suppose.

If it is rightfully yours.

And if it's really no use to Peter...

Splendid, splendid!

Wait! You must swear

not to harm Peter.

Me? Actually harm Peter Pan?

Perish the thought!

It's all a game, you see.

I shan't harm him. You have my word.

"I, Captain James Hook,

do hereby swear

"not to harm a single hair

on Peter Pan's head."

You see? Ironclad, unbreakable.

Leave the light on, Mommy.

Your baby boy's coming home.

Now, when you've located the treasure

just give this a wee toot.

You're doing the right thing, my dear.

I'm your only way home.

Jane!

Jane, come on back!

- Jane!

- Jane?

Jane!

- Jane!

- Jane!

Peter!

Peter Pan!

There you are!

I've been looking all over for...

- I...

- No, no, no.

You.

I'm sorry for wrecking your book.

We want to make it up to you.

We want you to feel like...

Well, like you're one of us.

We'll do anything for you.

Honest.

Anything?

Anything at all! You just name it.

Well, why don't we play a game

like maybe treasure hunt!

Treasure hunt? That's a great idea!

But you'll have to think like a Lost Boy.

And have fun like a Lost Boy!

Tell me what to do.

- Well, to be one of us...

- Yes?

- There are some things to know.

- What's that?

We like to dream all day

And then at night we play

We swing on limbs of trees

Till we wake up the bees

These are the things we Lost Boys do

We swing from rope to rope

We have no use for soap

With open mouths we chomp

On mud pies from the swamp

And then we top it off

With pudding from a trough

These are the things we Lost Boys do

We're rolling in dirt

And we won't change our shirt

We're marching around

To see what makes a sound

- Dare you to throw that rock!

- I'll get a triple skip!

Dare you to explore that cave!

I'll have an overnight trip!

And if you're feeling scared

I'll have my friends right there

These are the things we Lost Boys do

The treasure!

I found...

Now, when you reach the treasure,

just give this a wee toot.

Hey, Jane, you did it!

Lost Boys!

Jane found the treasure

in Dead Man's Cave!

- Yahoo!

- The treasure!

Attention!

Fall in!

In honour

of your downright unbelievable skill

at finding hidden treasures,

I now proclaim you, Jane, a Lost Boy!

I mean a Lost Girl.

Me?

The very first Lost Girl?

What's the matter?

Don't you want to be?

Oh, yes. I'd like that very much, Peter.

- Let's hear it for Jane!

- Yippee!

Now that you're one of us

feel free to sing along

We are so proud of you

that you can do no wrong

And we don't even care

if you pull on our hair

These are the things Lost Boys...

These are the things that Lost Girls...

These are the things we love to...

No, wait! No!

The treasure is ours!

- Hey!

- Let me go!

It's time for you

to meet your maker, Peter Pan!

Stop it! Please!

Sorry. No can do.

And thank you, milady.

I couldn't have done it without you.

- Jane?

- I never meant...

Oh, my.

Have we let the kitty out of the bag?

No, wait!

You said no one would get hurt.

You gave your word!

And Captain Hook is a man of his word.

I promised I wouldn't harm

a single hair on his head.

And

this is the one I won't harm!

Here. You keep it.

The rest of him is mine!

I didn't do it, Peter!

I never agreed to this.

You're a traitor, Jane.

You lied to me!

And because you don't believe

in fairies, Tink's light is going out!

Tinker Bell?

No. Peter, I...

I'll save you, Peter! I will!

My dear, no one can save him now!

Tinker Bell!

Tink! Tink!

Tinker Bell.

It's true.

I can finally see it

Now I have to believe

No.

This is all my fault.

All those precious stories

All the world is made of faith

And trust

I'm so sorry.

And pixie dust

So I'll try

'Cause I finally believe

I'll try

'Cause I can see what you see

I'll try

To fly

Tinker Bell?

This is wonderful!

Wait until Peter...

Oh, my gosh. Peter.

- Aye. Keel haul the brats!

- He's fish food now!

Hey, he's like a piata!

Look at him, Smee.

He's nothing but a child.

And I loathe children.

Cut him down.

Any last words, boy?

- Let the Lost Boys go.

- Oh, they'll go. Right after you,

one by one, off the end of the plank!

Be brave, lads.

Don't let 'em see you cry.

Say your prayers, Peter Pan.

Not so fast, you old codfish,

or you'll have to answer to me.

- Yippee!

- Yay!

Jane?

Good heavens! Run!

Run for your lives! It's...

A little girl.

Tinker Bell! You're alive!

And look, Captain, a fairy, too.

Don't just stand there, you fools.

Get the girl!

Destroy them young tykes!

Smee!

I got her, Captain. I got her.

Watch your head.

I've got you now...

Gimme! Mine! Mine! Big shiny!

Get her off! Get her off me!

Captain?

I've had just about enough

of your childish games!

Jane, look out!

Give up, girl.

Never!

Don't you see, Hook? You'll never win.

Not as long as there is faith, trust

and pixie dust.

Odd bodkins!

Unbelievable!

Mere child's play.

Gotcha!

Looks like I've got the upper hook now.

Game's over, Hook. I win!

Hey, Captain, you forgot your anchor.

Abandon ship!

Help me, please!

You know the rules, Hook.

A good captain always

goes down with his ship.

I don't want to be a good captain!

Look!

Smee!

The codfish! The codfish!

All right!

Let's hear it for Jane!

The one and only

Lost Girl!

Thank you. Thank you.

All right!

What's wrong, Peter?

You can fly now. You can go home.

- I can go home.

- But...

- But...

- But...

But...

- We'll miss you.

- Yeah. A lot.

And I'll miss you. All of you.

But there's someone back home

who needs me.

And besides, now I've got

great stories to tell him

and they'll all be about

Peter Pan and the Lost Boys.

Yeah! All right!

Hey, in that case...

Mademoiselle, it would be my pleasure

to escort you back to London.

The pleasure will be all mine, good sir.

Hey!

Well, it's a long way home.

Give me your best shot, Tink.

Oh, my gosh!

Mother. Mother!

Darling, what's wrong?

- Mommy!

- What is it?

You were right. He is most remarkable.

- Who, dear?

- Oh, Mother, I'm so sorry.

If only I'd listened to you.

I had a bad dream.

Did you, now? Was it Hook again?

Were those pirates up

to their old tricks again?

Hey! What's going on?

I know how to take care

of that old codfish.

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