Pan

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I'm going

to tell you a story

about a boy

who would never grow up,

about the pirate

who wished to kill him,

about the island

where fairies roamed.

But this isn't the story

you've heard before,

because sometimes

friends begin as enemies,

and enemies begin as friends.

Sometimes to truly understand

how things end,

we must first know

how they begin.

Come on.

I love you, my son.

I love you,

my Peter.

Wakey, wakey!

Rise and shine!

Come on, now.

That's it. Come on.

Move along.

Come on, quickly now.

Peter, we'll miss breakfast.

The heroes have risen.

They must now feed!

Quiet over there!

I said quiet!

Eat that up! Now.

I won't tell you again!

Where's the bacon?

We always have bacon rind

of a weekend.

There's a war on, Peter.

Rationing.

You're lucky to have

any food at all.

Oh! Mother Barnabas,

forgive me.

Get over there.

How much you wanna bet

she's nickin' all the rations?

Shh. She'll hear ya.

She's got ears

like an elephant.

Bum like one, too.

Look.

More empty seats.

Nelson and Billy

both got evacuated.

Lucky sods.

Both of them?

- When?

- Don't know.

When I woke up,

they were both gone.

Off to some family in Canada

until the war's over.

I wouldn't mind goin' there.

Don't be daft.

You gotta stay put.

For when our mums

come fetch us?

Exactly.

We hunker down here.

Hold the fort.

Wait for the cavalry.

Now, get on that roof and

clean those filthy gutters.

Is it safe,

Mother Barnabas?

Well, I've not

tested it meself, like.

You know, not recently.

But all the necessary

paperwork is in order

should an orphan

perish in a fall.

Now get up there!

And while you're aloft

and closer to our Lord,

you may reflect on

your festering souls.

Your souls that fester

as do the leaves.

See! I was right!

She's hoarding

all the rations.

Where's she hiding

all the grub?

Her office.

No one's ever been in there.

I heard a rumor

it's booby trapped.

Silence, I said! Quiet!

Everyone,

down to the shelters!

In chaos is death!

- Come on.

- I don't like this.

Fort Knox.

The lair of the dragon.

Whoa!

Come here.

So put your hands there.

I need your shoe, fella.

- Could you just...

Quiet!

Right.

Nineteen.

Twenty.

Peter.

Ugh. What a dirty old nun.

Ugh-

This is so unhygienic.

Why is the Virgin Mary

so clean?

- Nibs?

- Down here!

Nibsy!

I told ya.

Booby trapped.

It's a treasure trove.

Flippin' heck!

Peter!

It's the records.

Peter!

It's your file.

Is it from your mum?

What does she say?

I can't.

Will you read it?

- I meant aloud.

- Oh.

"My dearest Peter.

"Everything I have done,

"I have done

because I love you.

"I long for the day that

I can come back for you

"and explain everything.

"Don't doubt me

"nor most importantly,

"don't doubt yourself.

"You are extraordinary. "

"More than you can imagine. "

I promise that

you will see me again,

in this world or another.

Come on!

That's my private property!

Give it back!

You know, Peter, every little

orphan dreams he's special.

That he'll be the one

whose mother comes

a- skipping back for him.

But your mammy's

not for skipping.

And why is that, hmm?

Because you're not special,

Peter.

- GRUNTS)

- You're not even special

in your own way.

You're just

a nasty little creature

abandoned by a feckless mammy

who's forgotten you exist.

Oh! You little savage!

Hands! The both of ya!

He never did nothin'!

He's guilty by association.

It is time

for the pine.

Oi, Skinny.

Arnold and the twins,

when did they go?

Me guess it were last night.

All the missing children,

all that dough

hidden in her office.

What's Barnabas up to?

She's selling orphans.

I knew it!

I mean, is she?

That's not nice.

But who in the world

buys orphans at night?

That's what

we have to find out.

Now, come on,

let's make a plan. It'll be fun.

I've heard

that one before.

Cor! Who guffed one?

Nibs y!

Ineven

Mmm-mmm. Mmm-mmm.

This was a stupid plan.

I'm going back to bed.

Come on.

- Night.

- Night.

- Nibs!

Peter!

I told you

it would happen tonight.

I was right!

What?

Head for the stairs.

Go!

Nibs!

Goodbye, Peter!

- You're comin' with me!

- Let go!

Peter.

Holy pudding!

Prepare to set sail!

We've gotta

get out of here.

We'll have to jump.

I can't!

We have to!

Come on!

Nibs!

And away we go!

Come on!

Friends till death!

Peter!

Damnation.

You've sunk my frigate.

Ma'am. Luftwaffe. Inbound.

Ladies.

Sector 6, sector 8, sector 12.

Incoming!

Spitfire!

Clear the deck!

Ready your swords!

Oh, come on!

Ma'am,

regarding identification

of the enemy, um, aircraft,

it rather resembles a, um...

Spit it out, man.

It looks like a pirate ship,

ma'am.

Come again?

PIRATE; Fire!

Whoa!

{GROANS)

- (WHIMPERS)

Get off.

Don't go dying-

You're precious cargo.

- Am I?

- Somebody thinks so.

Is it my mother?

Going UP!

Whoa.

Get out here!

You little rat!

Make your move!

Come on, hurry up!

Move it! Come on!

Right this ship

for docking.

Haul away!

Come on, fellas.

ORPHAN 13 Look! It's daylight.

I wanna see this!

What is that?

Move, I can't see.

Hello, hello, hello, how low?

Hello, hello, hello, how low? a'

Is this Canada?

a' Turn the lights out a'

It's less dangerous a'

Here we are now a'

Entertain us I

I feel stupid a'

And contagious a'

Here we are now a'

Entertain us I

Hey! A'

Hello, hello, hello, how low? a'

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