Peter Pan

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The second star to the right

Shines in the night for you

To tell you that the dreams you plan

Really can come true

The second star to the right

Shines with a light so rare

And if it's Never Land you need

Its light will lead you there

Twinkle, twinkle little star

So we'll know where you are

Gleaming in the skies above

Lead us to the land

We dream of

And when ourjourney is through

Each time we say

Good night

We'll thank the little star

that shines

The second from

The right

All this has happened before.

And it will all happen again.

But this time

it happened in London.

It happened on a quiet street

in Bloomsbury.

That corner house over there is

the home of the Darling family.

And Peter Pan chose

this particular house...

because there were people

here who believed in him.

There was Mrs Darling.

George, dear, do hurry. We mustn't

be late for the party, you know.

Mrs Darling believed that Peter Pan

was the spirit of youth.

- But Mr Darling...

- Mary, unless I find my cuff links...

we don't go to the party.

And if we don't go to the party, I can

never show my face in the office again.

And if I can never... Ouch!

Well, Mr Darling

was a practical man.

The boys, however,

John and Michael...

believed Peter Pan

was a real person...

and made him the hero

of all their nursery games.

Blast you, Peter Pan!

Take that! Give up,

Captain Hook? Give up?

Never! I'll teach you

to cut off me hand!

Oh, no, John.

It was the left hand.

Oh, yes.

Thank you, Wendy.

Wendy, the eldest,

not only believed...

she was the supreme authority

on Peter Pan...

and all his

marvellous adventures.

Oh, Nana, must we always

take that nasty tonic?

Nana, the nursemaid,

being a dog...

kept her opinions to herself...

and viewed the whole affair

with a certain tolerance.

Take that!

Insolent boy!

I'll slash you to ribbons!

And I'll cut you to pieces.

- Aha!

- Ouch!

- Careful, Michael, my glasses.

- I'm sorry, John.

You'll never leave

this ship alive!

Oh, yes, I will.

Take that!

Scuttle me bones, boy,

I'll slit your gizzard.

Oh, no, you won't.

Back, back, back, you villain!

- Insolent pup!

- Wicked pirate!

- Aha, I got ya.

- You didn't either. You never touched me.

Take that and that!

And that!

Boys, boys,

less noise, please.

- Oh, hello, Father.

- You old bilge rat.

Wh-Wh-What?

Now, see here, Michael...

Oh, not you, Father.

You see, he's Peter Pan.

- And John's Captain Hook.

- Yes, yes, of course.

Uh, have you seen my cuff...

Oh, Nana,

for goodness sake!

Where are those cuff links?

- Cuff links, Father?

- Yes, the gold ones.

Michael, the buried treasure.

Where is it?

- I don't know.

- The map then.

- Where's the treasure map?

- It got lost.

- Good heavens, my shirt front!

- Hurray! You found it!

- You found it!

- Yes, so I have.

And hereafter...

Don't paw me, Michael.

This is my last clean...

No! No!

George, dear, we really must

hurry or we'll be late...

- Mary, look!

- George.

- It's only chalk, Father.

- Why, Michael.

It's not his fault.

It's in the story.

- And Wendy says...

- Wendy? Story?

I might have known. Wendy!

- Wendy!

- Yes, Father?

- Would you kindly ex...

- Oh, Mother!

- You look simply lovely.

- Thank you, dear.

- Wendy.

- Just my old gown made over.

- But it did turn out rather nicely,

didn't... - Mary, if you don't mind.

- I'd like... - Why, Father, what

have you done to your shirt?

What have I... Oh!

- Now, George, really. It comes right off.

- That's no excuse.

Wendy, haven't I warned you? Stuffing the

boys' heads with a lot of silly stories.

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