Return to Never Land Page #3

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Well, if you're Wendy's daughter,

you're gonna love it here!

Hey, this is great.

You can stay here forever.

Help!

- She did that on purpose.

- Aw, she's just jealous.

- All girls get like that around me.

- Oh, really? How very nice for you.

That was fun, huh? Lost Boys, fall in!

Careful! You're going to fall!

Sound off!

- Slightly!

- Nibs!

The twins!

- Cubby.

- And that's Toodles!

Boys, this is Jane.

She's gonna stay here

and be our new mother

- and tell us stories.

- What do you mean by...

- Yay! Stories!

- Tell us a story, Jane. Come on!

Actually, I'm afraid I'm not

very good at telling stories.

That's okay.

We're not very good

at listening to stories.

I know. Let's play a game instead.

Red rover! Red rover!

Nah. Something else.

Let's play the "no more hitting

Cubby on the head" game.

- Hey, how about a treasure hunt?

- Good idea!

Yeah! A treasure hunt!

I hid it really good this time.

- You guys will never find it.

- Sure we will!

- Diamonds and rubies!

- Treasure! Treasure!

- Diamonds...

- Yeah, come on!

- Let's go! Let's go!

- No!

No, no, no, and no!

You remind me of someone I know.

I have to go home.

What's the matter with her?

I don't know. She acts kind of like a...

Grown-up.

I've got to get out of here.

Smee!

Coming, Captain!

Oh, my back!

Dear, dear, dear, Captain.

A nice massage

is just the ticket for you.

Now, you just forget

about old Peter Pan.

Perhaps you're right.

All in the past, I say. All in the past.

The past.

Likes when he stole your treasure.

My treasure?

And then laughed in your face.

Laughed in my face.

Or today, for example,

tricking that there sea monster

into pulling down your pants.

Right in front of the crew, too.

Right in front of the crew!

We've got to find him!

Catchy.

Smee, listen!

Great Scott!

No sooner do I rid me self

of that cursed crocodile

and now this!

There, there.

He's just a playful little sea urchin is all.

I swear, Smee,

this is propelling me to delirium.

I detest cephalopods.

Thank you.

Smee! Save me!

Oh, you big brute, you! Off with you.

Go on, now. Shoo, shoo.

And take your arms with you.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

At least the crocodile had manners.

Blast that scurvy boy!

This is all his fault.

Mr Smee, pipe up the crew.

We're going ashore to find Peter Pan!

Tink, what is she doing?

It looks like she's leaving.

Half-dozen bananas. Check.

Ten coconuts. Check.

- Two oars...

- Hey, Jane.

How come you want to go home

so bad?

I have to get back to my family.

Why?

Well, I don't want to talk about it.

Why not?

If you must know, we had a fight.

Why?

I told my little brother you weren't real.

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