Peter Pan
- G
- Year:
- 1953
- 77 min
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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
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
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.
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
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...
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?
- 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.
- Oh, but they aren't.
- I say they are.
Captain Crook!
Peter Pirate!
- Peter Pan, Father.
- Pan! Pirate! Poppycock!
- Oh, no, Father. Father, have you...
- Oh, you don't understand.
Absolute poppycock!
And let me tell you, this ridiculous...
- Now, George.
- "Now, George."
"Now, George"!
Well, "Now, George,"
will have his say!
- Please, dear.
- Mary, the child's growing up.
It's high time she had
a room of her own.
- Father! -
George! - What?
- No!
- I mean it!
Young lady, this is your
last night in the nursery.
And that's my last word
on the matter...
No!
No!
Oh!
Poor Nana.
"Poor Nana"?
This is the last straw!
Out! Out, I say!
- No, Father, no!
- Yes!
There'll be no more dogs
for nursemaids in this house!
Goodbye, Nana.
"Poor Nana."
Oh, yes, "Poor Nana."
But "Poor Father"?
Oh, no!
Blast it!
Where is that rope?
Oh, thank you.
Dash it all, Nana,
don't look at me like that.
It's nothing personal.
It's just that...
Well, you're not really
a nurse at all.
You're, well, a dog.
And the children aren't puppies.
They're people.
And sooner or later, Nana,
people have to grow up.
But, Mother,
I don't want to grow up.
Now, dear, don't worry
about it any more tonight.
"absolute poppycock."
I'm sure he didn't mean it, John.
Father was just upset.
Poor Nana,
out there all alone.
No more tears, Michael.
It's a warm night.
She'll be all right.
- Mother.
- What is it, dear?
- Buried treasure.
- Now, children.
Don't judge your father
too harshly.
After all, he really
loves you very much.
Oh, don't lock it, Mother.
He might come back.
- "He"?
- Yes, uh, Peter Pan.
You see, I found something
that belongs to him.
- Oh? And what's that?
- His shadow.
- "Shadow"?
- Mmm, Nana had it.
But I...
I took it away.
Oh? Yes, of course.
Good night, dear.
But, George, do you think the children
will be safe without Nana?
Safe? Of course
they'll be safe. Why not?
Well, Wendy said something
about a shadow, and I...
- Shadow? Whose shadow?
- Peter Pan's.
Oh, Peter Pan...
Peter Pan!
You don't say. Goodness gracious,
whatever shall we do?
- But, George... Really, I...
- Sound the alarm!
- Call Scotland Yard!
- There must have been someone.
Oh, Mary, of all the impossible,
childish fiddle-faddle.
Peter Pan indeed. How can we expect the
children to grow up and be practical...
- George, dear.
- When you're as bad as they are.
- Please.
- No wonder Wendy gets these idiotic ideas.
Over there, Tink,
in its den.
Is it there?
Must be here somewhere.
Tink! Shh!
Stop playing
and help me find my shadow.
Shadow. Oh, shadow.
Huh?
Aha!
Peter Pan! Oh, Peter!
I knew you'd come back.
Oh, I do hope it isn't rumpled.
You know, you look exactly
the way I thought you would.
But then...
Oh, you can't stick it
on with soap, Peter.
It needs sewing.
That's the proper way to do it.
Although, come to think of it,
I've never thought about it before.
Uh, sewing shadows, I mean. Of course, I
knew it was your shadow
the minute I saw it.
And I said to myself, I said, "I'll
put it away for him until he comes back.
Oh, he's sure to come back."
And you did, didn't you, Peter?
After all, one can't leave his shadow
lying about and not
miss it sooner or later.
Uh, don't you agree?
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