Peter Pan Page #4

Like I said, Cap'n,

the ice is melting.

The sun is out.

And the flowers are all in bloom.

He's back.

Forty gunner.

She must do 12 knots

under full sail.

Noodler, with his hands

on backwards.!

BillJukes!

Every inch of him tattooed.

Hook.!

Let's take a closer look.

Yahoo!

Peter!

Watch this.

Whoa-ho-ho!

Whoa! My hat!

Ugly Smee!

Ugly, fat Smee!

Solar eclipse.

Dark in here.

Let me out. Let me out.!

Can't see.

Dark in here. Candle.

I need candle. Help.! Help.!

Fetch Long Tom.

Fire!

- Help! Help!

-

Tink, find Wendy.

Leave the rest to me.

Wendy.

Oh, Captain Hook!

Pan!

Stay with him!

You can't catch me.

Over here.!

Fire!

Timber!

Whoa!

Michael, are you shot?

I haven't checked yet!

But there's something worser!

Oh, what could be worse?

My thoughts aren't very happy!

Happy thoughts!

Happy thoughts.

What would Mom and Dad do?

Napoleon!

Damnation.!

Reload the cannon! Quickly!

Reload the cannon?

Any other contributions?

Search the jungle!

Bring me those children!

What is it?

It's a large white bird.

Quite ugly too. No!

Give me it!

When Peter's away,

I'm in charge!

I get to look

through the telescope.

It's coming closer.

My God, I've gone blind!

I'm blind. I've gone blind.

I'm blind.

Hello, Tink. Where's Peter?

Hello, Tink.

She's blinded me!

Hello, Tink.

Hello, Tink.

- Any more news of Cinderella?

Now, Tinker Bell was not all bad.

Sometimes she was all good.

But fairies are so small they only

have room for one feeling at a time.

Tink says the bird's

called a..."Wendy."

And Peter wants us to...

Oh, Peter! Oh!

Shoot it down.

Well, we have our orders.

Shoot the Wendy bird.

Aye, aye!

Ready? Aim!

- Fire!

Bye-bye!

Three, two,

one.!

I got it. I got it!

That is no bird.

It is a lady.

And Tootles...

Tootles has killed her.

Ha! I'm back! Great news.

I know what happened

to Cinderella.

She defeated the pirates.

There was stabbing, slicing,

torturing, bleeding...

and they lived happily ever after.

Well, that's a relief,

I must say.

Greater news.!

I have brought you she

that told of Cinderella.

She is to tell us stories!

She is...

Dead.

Tragic.

Awful.

Good shot, though.

Whose arrow?

Mine, Peter.

Strike, Peter.

Strike true.

- The Wendy lives!

-

It's my kiss.

My kiss saved her.

I remember kisses.

Let me see it.

Aye, that is a kiss.

A powerful thing.

Let us carry her down

to the house.

Hands.

They're a bit dirty.

She must stay here and die.

No!

Oh, how could I have

thought that? Stupid.

Sorry.

We shall build

a house around her.

With a chimney!

And a door knocker!

And windows!

Tink did it.

Tinker Bell?

Oh, Tinker Bell?

- Was it you, Tink?

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