Peter Pan

Cinderella flew through the air...

far from all things

ugly and ordinary.

When she landed at the ball,

she found herself...

most impertinently surrounded

by pirates.

There was Alf Mason,

so ugly his mother sold him

for a bottle of muscat.

Bill Jukes,

every inch ofhim tattooed.

And worst of them all,

Hook, with eyes blue

as forget-me-nots,

save when he clawed your belly

with the iron hook he has...

instead of a right hand,

at which time...

his eyes turn red.

"Girlie," said Hook,

"we have come

for ye glass slippers."

Who be you to order me about

and call me girlie?

Take that.!

Take that! Take that!

Commoner.!

-Hook came at her.

What happened then?

What happened then?

The brave Cinderella settled

the matter once and for all...

with her revolver.

With her revolver?

The night on which

the extraordinary adventures...

of these children

may be said to have begun...

was the night Nana

barked at the window.

But there was nothing there,

not a bird or a leaf.

So the children forgot

about it,

for what troubles a grown-up

will never trouble a child.

Oh, dearest George, dear Mary.

Oh, what a journey I've had.

Bath time.

Not fair!

Not fair, indeed. But Nana was

the finest nurse on four paws.

No. No, I will not

forgive you.

There never was

a happier, simpler family.

Mr. Darling was a banker

who knew the cost of everything,

even a hug.

Mrs. Darling was the loveliest

lady in Bloomsbury...

with a sweet, mocking mouth

that had one kiss on it...

that Wendy could never get.

Though there it was,

perfectly conspicuous

on the right-hand corner.

And sometimes there

was Aunt Millicent...

who felt a dog for a nurse

lowered the whole tone

of the neighborhood.

All right, all right,

all right, all right.

Less noise.

- Let's settle down.

This is not a farm.

- Bravo, George. Bravo.

- Wendy's turn.

Wendy must tell a story.

Cecco, who carved his name

on the governor at Goa.

Noodler, with his hands

on backwards.

- Heavens.

- Hook!

- Hook?

- Hook, whose eyes turn red

as he guts you.

Upon my soul, how children

are educated nowadays.

- I'm afraid I am not

learned at all, Aunt.

- But I do know a thing or two

about pirates.

- Ooh.

My unfulfilled ambition is

to write a great novel in three

parts about my adventures.

- What adventures?

- I've yet to have them,

but they will be

perfectly thrilling.

But, child, novelists

are not highly thought of

in good society.

And there is nothing

so difficult to marry as a novelist.

- Marry?

- Marry?

- Marry?

- But, Aunt, Wendy is not yet 13.

Walk toward me, dear,

that I may appraise you.

Go on.

Walk to your auntie.

Stand up straight.

- Stop it!

- Turn around.

Shh.

Mm, yes.

Oh, it's quite as I expected.

Wendy possesses a woman's chin.

Have you not noticed?

Observe her mouth.

There, hidden

in the right-hand corner,

is that a kiss?

- A kiss?

- Like Mother's kiss.

- A hidden kiss.

- But what is it for?

It is for the greatest

adventure of all.

They that find it...

have slipped in and out of heaven.

Find what?

The one the kiss belongs to.

My Wendy...

a woman.

Almost a woman.

She must spend less time

with her brothers...

and more time with me.

She must have her own room.

Ayoung lady's room.

Leave the...

George, the daughter

of a clerk cannot hope to marry

as well as that of a manager.

You must attend more parties,

make small talk with

your superiors at the bank.

Wit is very fashionable

at the moment.

Wit.

But there was no sign of a body,

for none had fallen.

Certainly she had been dreaming.

If this is you in bed,

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