Peter Pan Page #3

Peter, don't go.

I have to tell the others

about Cinderella.

- But I know lots of stories,

stories I could tell the boys.

- Come with me.

L... I cannot fly.

I'll teach you.

I'll teach you to ride the wind's back.

And away we go.

Could John and Michael come too?

- Michael! Michael!

-

- John! John!

- I didn't do it.

There is a boy here

who is to teach us to fly.

You offend reason, sir.

Mm-hmm.

I should like to

offend it with you.

You just think happy thoughts,

and they lift you into the air.

It's easy.

I've got it! I've got it!

Swords, daggers, Napoleon!

-

Stand back.

- Yahoo!

John!

Wendy.! Wendy.! Watch me.!

Puddings, mud pies, ice cream,

never to take a bath again!

Michael.!

Whoa!

Come away.

Come away to Neverland.

Oh. What about Mother?

Father?

Nana?

- There are mermaids.

- Mermaids?

Indians!

Indians?

- Pirates!

- Pirates?

Whoa-ho!

John, wait for me.!

May I introduce my wife...

Mary?

Mary.

Mary.

Delighted.

Thank you, Sir Edward.

Forget them, Wendy.

Forget them all.

Come with me where you'll never,

never have to worry about

grown-up things again.

What is it? What's wrong?

Never is an awfully long time.

It would be delightful to report

that they reached the nursery in time.

But then there

would be no story.

But you're covered

in dog hair, my darling.

- Hello, old chap.

- Good evening.

Thank you.

Whoa-ho!

Higher!

Who are you?

I'm John.

John.

Take hold of this.

Ta-da!

Both hands.

Pass it on.

Michael, take hold of my ankle.

Wendy, take hold of my ankle!

And whatever happens,

don't... let...

go!

Neverland.

Lying, thieving

a life of sin

Apirating we go

We're sure to meet below

Fire the cannons

Pour the rum

Deal the cards

For night has come

A pirating we go

Devil bird!

Cap'n?

Cap'n? As I was sitting

wide-eyed on my watch,

I noticed it was

wintertime on the water

and springtime on the shore.

I says to meself,

"That's early for spring to be astir.

Spring's not due till 3:00 p.m."

Check the time yourself,

Cap'n, and then tell...

I was dreaming, Smee, of Pan.

Pan, Cap'n?

And in my dream,

I was a magnanimous fellow...

full of forgiveness.

I thanked Pan...

for cutting off my hand...

and for giving me

this fine hook...

for disemboweling

and ripping throats...

and other such homely uses...

as combing my hair.

So, Pan did you

a favor then, Cap'n?

A favor?

He threw my hand

to a crocodile.

The beast liked it so much,

it's followed me ever since,

licking its lips

for the rest of me.

You call that a favor?

No. No. No. No.

Thank you.

Thank Lucifer the beast

swallowed a clock.

If it wasn't for the ticking,

it'd have had me by now.

Why did you wake me, Smee?

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