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Sing!

Hello, hello, hello, how low? a'

Hello, hello, hello, how low? a'

Knee.

I don't kneel to anyone.

Oh, you'll kneel to him.

He's the pirate

all pirates fear!

The original nightmare!

The man they call Blackbeard!

And I forget just why I taste

Oh, yeah, I guess

it makes me smile r

I found it hard,

so hard to find r

Oh, well, whatever, never mind I

Hello, hello, hello, how low? a'

With the lights Out X

It's less dangerous a'

Here we are now a'

Entertain us I

I feel stupid and contagious a'

Sing for your master!

Here we are now a'

Entertain us I

Sweet, gentle children.

You who weep molten pearls

of innocent tears,

dry them, dear nippers.

For I have sprung you

from life's cruel dungeon,

and hereby grant you liberty!

Suffer no more.

Come unto me. You are home.

Here you join orphans alike

from every corner

of the globe,

every race, creed, and color.

Every age and era.

You are pioneers.

Brave creators

of a new society.

For this,

my poppets,

is a land of opportunity!

My justice is divine.

My laws are so simple

you could write them

on a pig's ear.

In fact, I have.

Law number one,

"Those who work

with bright, honest vigor

"will be rewarded with prizes

"and trophies

"and confectionery!"

Law number two,

"Those who fail to work hard,

"those who skive or malinger,

"will hereby know the brooding

majesty of my disapproval. "

Mark me well.

I know no pity.

No second chances.

I don't do mercy.

But remember,

don't forget

to help yourselves

to lots and lots

of jolly old fun!

Hey, kiddiewinks,

welcome to Neverland!

Put some effort into it.

You better find me some Pixum!

Harder! Work harder!

Uh, Sam Smiegel, supervisor.

No, thank you. Take it off.

- Whoa!

- Excuse me.

What are we digging for?

Did no one explain?

We are mining

for these little chaps.

Fairy dust,

otherwise known as Pixum.

Fairies are real?

Mmm. They were real, yeah.

There were millions of them

all over the island.

What happened to 'em?

Oh, Blackbeard hunted them

into extinction.

- Why?

- For the fairy dust.

You know, the old Pixum.

What does he want it for?

I don't have no idea.

No one knows. No one's

allowed to know.

Well, you best not

dwell on it. Just...

Get a move on!

Real, actual fairies.

HOOK". Hey, new kid,

you just got here

on a flying pirate ship.

"Real" should be a very fluid

concept for you right now.

Get to diggin'.

Give me your pick, kid.

Your hand's all messed up

because your blade is blunted.

If you keep

swingin' like that,

you're gonna break your wrist.

I'm Peter.

How long have you been here?

Forever.

Do you know why they want it

so badly? The Pixum?

You ask too many questions,

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