Rayman Legends Adventures in Peter Pan/Script

Teresa hummed a song to herself as they were walking along and about to meet her extended family.
"What's that song you're humming, Teresa," Martin asked while they were walking over to the Darling family house.
"It's a song that Aunt Mary used to sing to us if we were little..." Teresa explained, "they say there's a place called Never Ever Land where you never grow up and it's the second star on the right and it goes straight ahead until morning."
"Yes, I've heard of that place," Martin grinned.
"Aunt Mary started warning stories, but Wendy continued, and who knows, perhaps Wendy's daughter will warn them," Teresa said back.
"Yes, perhaps," Martin grinned.
Teresa came to the door first and knocked on the front door. Martin decided to take her bags with his where she wouldn't have so much to carry. A very youthful woman with caramel brown hair and ocean blue eyes came to the door.
"Aunt Mary," Teresa greeted.
"Darling," Mary grinned and hugged her niece.
"Hello, lady," Martin greeted.
"Oh, is that your friend," Mary asked.
"Yes, this is Martin," Teresa introduced, "I hope it's alright for him to come as well."
"Of course...come in right away..." Mary walked them into her home, "the children, your cousin and her friend are here," she called out to upstairs.
"We're coming, Mother," Wendy's voice called right back.
"It must be Wendy," Martin guessed.
"A little obvious," Teresa said since Wendy was the only girl child of her Aunt Mary and Uncle George.
There came a St. Bernard dog with a hat who entered the room, but she looked to Teresa and Martin and growled slightly.
"Easy, girl, we're friends," Martin assured the St. Bernard.
"Nana, it's alright," Mary warned the dog.
Then the St. Bernard came over to Teresa, gave a sniff, but then grinned and jumped up at the girl, licking her face.
"Downstairs, please," Teresa growled, trying not to being much of a dog person.
"Down, Nana, down..." Mary put her dog down, "I'm sorry for that, Teresa...I guess I missed you after your last visit."
"Yes, I guess," Teresa said.
Then Nana got down and moved into the kitchen.
Wendy came down and grinned. "Teresa!"
"Hey, Wendy," Teresa greeted her cousin.
"Teresa," John and Michael came down and grinned as well.
Teresa came to her other cousins. Then Wendy looked to Martin curiously.
"Hi, do you remember me? We met at the Brown's house," Martin said.
"Oh, that's right..." Wendy slowly remembered, "I knew you seemed familiar."
"Yes, my name is Martin by the road," Martin said.
"That's right, mostly I remembered your face and you're having the most peculiar moment," Wendy nodded.
"Peculiar," Martin asked.
"No offense, of course, I've never heard of anyone by that name before," Wendy explained why she said that.
"Alright," Martin shrugged.
Michael carried his teddy bear as he followed his older brother downstairs to meet Teresa and Martin.
"Greetings," John said.
"Hey," Martin grinned and waved to the boys.
John held out his hand, expected it to be shook. Then Martin nodded and shook his hand right back.
"I swear, John is a 45-year-old man trapped in the body of a child," Teresa whispered to Wendy as a joke.
"I know, right," Wendy chuckled silently.
John gave a glance to his cousin and older sister. Teresa and Wendy just smirked to him.
"Girls..." John shook his head at them.
"C'mon, c'mon, let's go upstairs to play," Michael grinned.
"I'll go see George," Mary warned her niece, guest and children before going.
"Alright," Teresa nodded to her, but followed the others upstairs to the nursery where the three children all slept together, "what are we going to play?"
"Peter Pan and his new ally fighting Captain Hook to save the Goth Princess," Michael grinned.
"Goth Princess," Teresa hid a paper roll, "whatever...let's try this. I see you're picking up on Aunt Mary's stories, Wendy."
"Oh, yes, they're so wonderful....." Wendy grinned dreamily, "I just hope to see Peter Pan again very soon."
"You've met him before," Martin asked.
"Of course he was," Wendy explained, "if he was here last time, I took his shadow to where it would return perhaps tonight."
"How can you take someone's shadow," Martin asked.
"Oh, it was so easy....." Wendy existed.
Mary sighed and shook her head to Wendy, but had an amused grin, but she went to fetch her husband. They came into the nursery where it was neat and tidy so far, but not for long....
"Well, who will this ally be," Martin asked.
"You, of course," Michael grinned.
"I should've known that was going to happen," Martin laughed at himself, "alright, then who's Peter Pan?"
"Me," Michael beamed.
Martin laughed. "Alright."
"I guess I'm the princess....." Teresa shrugged.
"Yes, because you're a perky goth," Martin said.
"Yes, yes..." Teresa shrugged.
"What does that mean exactly," Wendy asked.
"Well, I'm a goth, but I'm happier and more carefree than most goths..." Martin explained.
"Ahh," Wendy said, understanding now.
"You can be the goth princess," Michael grinned to his big cousin.
"Alright, Michael," Teresa said with a small chuckle.
Then Martin, John, Paul and Teresa started to play their game. John tied a bandana on his head to play a pirate with a coat hanger, he was going to be Captain Hook for the game. Wendy was going to pick up what she could, feeling like a grown-up. Martin luckily yet had his strongman suit with him from the Dumbo adventure.
"Where'd you get that from," John asked once he tried to get the bandana tied properly.
Martin helped him. "Long story."
"You look great wearing it," Michael grinned.
"Thank you," Martin half-laughed, but sighed, he now wondered what Dumbo was up to these days after being reunited with his mother.
"Thank you, Martin," John said once the bandana was secure and comfortable for him to wear.
"No problem, John," Martin thanked him.
Once they were all set, they started their game as it got very dark inside. Wendy was not playing, she was going to clean up what she could as an attempt to impress her parents. Mary and George were speaking about Teresa and Martin's visit and they were getting ready for the feast. While they were looking for his gold cuff-links and his shirt neck, George was having damage while Mary seemed to be in no rush or concern.
Since it was getting late, the children decided to get into their pajamas.  Nana found the tonic in the kitchen and was coming to the children's bedroom where they could take it before bed.
"You won't win, Captain Hook," Martin said, sounding like a strongman.
"I'd like to see the scurvy dogs try to beat me," John growled, doing his best pirate impression.
"We'll defeat you, Captain Hook," Martin said, acting serious, sounding like a strongman.
"Oh, dear, you won't," John sneered.
Teresa sat in a chair and pretended to be held hostage. The whole game was fun. The children really got into the game and it was a lot more fun with other people as well.
"Damn you, Peter Pan, you and this new ally of yours," John snarled, sounding more aggressive as he pretended to be as vengeful as Captain Hook from Wendy's stories.
"I warned you can't beat us," Martin said.
"Take it, Captain Hook," Michael taunted, "surrender, Captain Hook, surrender?"
"Never, I'll teach you to cut off my arm," John frowned.
"Oh, dear, John, it was his left hand," Wendy warned him as soon as she saw he had the hook in the wrong hand.
"Oh, yes," John nodded with a grin and switched hands, "thank you, Wendy."
Wendy nodded back to her brother and walked out the door, only to find the family dog.  "Oh, Nana…do we always have to take this nasty tonic?"
Nana walked in, carrying the tonic on a tray with three spoons for the children who were to take it every night before bed.
"Why do you always have to take tonic before bed," Teresa asked.
"Mother exists...." Wendy nodded to her, "after all, don't you take your vitamins every morning?"
Teresa narrowed her eyes. "Touchy..."
"Take it," Michael and Martin fought John.
"Cheeky boy," John growled, "I'll cut you both to shreds!"
"Oh, dear, you won't," Michael said, sounding confident.
The boys fought with their wooden swords.
"Careful, Michael, my glasses," John warned, coming out of character to warn them of that.
"I'm sorry, John," Michael apologized.
"Yes, I'm sorry," Martin added.
"Ah, neither of you will leave this ship alive," John got back into character.
Nana was cleaning up the room a little, despite being a dog, she was to be a nursemaid for the Darling children.
"Oh, yes, we'll do it," Martin and Michael warned him.
"It's getting interesting," Teresa said as she leaned back, getting comfortable in the chair.
"Yes, yes, that is," Martin said.
Nana had damage making the beds, after she made one and went to move ahead, John, Michael and Martin jumped on the beds, messing them up again.
"Oops, I'm sorry about that, Nana," John apologized.
Nana shook her head, but got the tonic bottle open and held it in her mouth to pour the globs of tonic into the spoons.
"What does a tonic taste like if you take it before going to bed," Martin asked.
"Not very well...." Michael wrinkled his nose in disgust.
"Sheesh," Martin said.
Wendy, John and Michael frowned and nodded in agreement.
"Oh, it's not that bad," Teresa said.
"Easy for you to say, you never have to take it," Michael frowned.
"Well, medicine is never tasty," Martin winced.
"Unless it's a grape," Teresa said, but growled and shook her head, "what bubblegum medicine never tastes as good as it sounds though..."
"At least it would be better than a tonic," Michael said.
Teresa shrugged to them. Then they returned to their game, taking their minds off their yucky medicine which felt like the only punishment that their parents gave them for taking it, only for their health though. And where it was all fun and games and didn't seem to go wrong.
"Cheeky puppy," John frowned at Jesse and Michael.
Nana frowned, taking slight offense at that.
"Black-hearted villain," Martin frowned back at John.
"Your friend is really good at pretending," Wendy said to her cousin.
"Yes, it's natural if it comes to adventure games," Teresa chuckled.
"You're right," Martin grinned.
"You're going to surrender the Gothic princess to us, Captain Hook," Michael frowned to his brother.
"Yes," Martin added in.
Nana attempted to pour the tonic, she incidentally got some on her paw, she tried to lick it off, but even she found it repulsive once she tasted it.
"Take it, and this, and THAT," Michael stabbed John with his wooden sword.
Martin lightly shoved John backward as well. John let out a loud, anguished shriek and fell backwards in defeat.
"We won, Captain Hook," Martin said, acting victorious.
"Boys, boys," a man with black hair and a mustache walked into the room, looking rather exhausted, "less noise please..." before incidentally walking through the blocks that Nana had tried to arrange.
"Hey, Uncle George," Teresa called.
"Oh, hello, Teresa," George said while looking for something.
"Hi, Dad," John greeted.
"You old bilge rat," Michael said to his brother, yet in character.
"W-w-what," George noticed this and frowned to his youngest child, "now look here, Michael…"
"Oh, he's not speaking about you, sir, he's speaking about Captain Hook," Martin said.
"Michael and Martin are Peter Pan and his new ally," Teresa added.
"Yes, yes, of course," George lost his temper, "have either of you seen my cuff links," before incidentally walking into the blocks as Nana rearranged them yet again, "oh, Nana, for heaven's sake!  Where are these cuff links?"
"Cuff links, Dad," John asked.
"Yes, the gold ones," George said as he looked in their room.
"Where did you see them last, sir," Martin asked.
"I'm not sure, I really don't remember, I know I had them this morning..." George was puzzled.
"Michael, the buried treasure," John whispered to his brother, "where is this?"
"I don't know," Michael frowned.
"Wait, boys, please, please, please don't warn me, your father's cuff links are a buried treasure," Martin whispered.
"Uhh..." John and Michael looked hesitant and sheepish at Martin's jumped conclusions, which were correct.
"Do you have a treasure map," Teresa asked, using air quotes.
"Yes, but it's lost," Michael warned her.
"Good heavens," George gasped once he found something else of his that had been lost, "my shirt on the front!"
"Oh, dear, John, please don't warn me, you both used this as a map for a secret treasure as well," John whispered hesitantly.
John gulped lowly.
"Hooray," Michael ran to his father, "you found it!  You found it!"
"The front of his shirt is a treasure map, isn't it," Martin asked with a silent moan.
"We've run out of other facts to use..." John silently explained.
George realized that his shirt front had been used for a treasure map, which made him moan in dismay.
"George, darling, we really need to hurry or we'll be late," Mary stopped inside.
"Mary, LOOK," George demanded to his wife.
Mary took a look and saw the mess.  "George…"
"It's just chalk, Dad," Michael pouted.
"It falls off fairly easily," Martin warned him.
"Yes, it was just for the game," Teresa added.
"Game," George looked at his niece now, "what are you speaking about?"
"It's not his fault.  It's in the story," John explained, "and Wendy said----"
"Wendy?  History," George snapped, "I might have known.  Wendy," he growled in frustration before shouting out an enraged "WENDY!!!"
This yell was so loud that it echoed across the nursery. "Yes, Dad," Wendy walked into the room.
"Wendy, could you mind---" George started.
"Oh, Mum," Wendy rushed over to her mother, "you look just gorgeous."
"Thank you, darling," Mary grinned back.
"You look really beautiful, ma'am," Martin grinned.
"Yes, that's a good color for you," Teresa added to her aunt.
"Oh, thank you, darlings," Mary grinned.
"Mary, if you don't mind----" George spoke up.
Wendy noticed something different with her father's choice in clothing.  "Why, Dad, what did you do to your shirt?"
Teresa put her hand to her mouth and silently snickered to that.
"What…did…I…" George repeated slowly, but moaned in annoyance.
"Someone's overly dramatic," Martin whispered to his best friend.
Teresa nodded. "He acts like this....I swear he forgets what it's like to be a baby sometimes."
"Now, George, really, it leaves right now...." Mary came up to her husband and washed off the treasure map that had been drawn on his shirt front from his imaginative children.
"This is not an excuse," George frowned, but looked to his daughter, "Wendy, didn't I warn you that you stuff boys' heads with a lot of foolish stories?"
"Oh, but they're not," Wendy warned her father.
"And she had no influence on us," Teresa added.
"I say yes," George argued, "Captain Crook!  Peter Pirate!"
"Peter Pan..." Teresa narrowed her eyes.
"And Captain Hook," Martin added in.
George had enough of it, however.  "Lord, pirate, poppycock!"
This made the children protest and not liking what he had said about Wendy's stories.
"Absolute secrecy," George scolded.
"Now, George…" Mary tried to relax her husband.
"Sir, just calm down," Martin said, trying to calm him down as well.
George refused to take it, he was in a very bad mood right now.  "Young lady," he pointed to Wendy, "this is your last night in the nursery!"
Wendy felt hurt, but she bowed her head in silence.
"And that's my last word on this," George said and tried to walk off, but he was tripping against Nana.
"This can't end well," Martin said.
Teresa grimly nodded in agreement. George ended up slipping on a roller-blade that ran with him and he smashed into the blocks with Nana.  Nana tried to help him, but she ended up getting wounded as George flew across the room and landed against the wall.
"Ohh…" Mary, Wendy, John and Michael awed.
George looked to his family and grinned as he thought they were concerned about him.
However, his wife and children ran to the dog nursemaid.  "Poor Nana..."
"It'll make him lose it," Martin moaned.
Teresa could only face-palm.
"Poor NANA," George was now boiled, "this is the last straw!  Away!  AWAY, I SAY!!"
"No, Dad, no," Michael moaned, clinging to the family dog.
"Yes," George caught Nana by her collar to drag her out of the room himself, "there'll be no more dogs or sitters in this house!"
'Yeesh, he has to learn to calm down,' Martin thought to himself.
Mary picked up her youngest child after he clung onto Nana's tail.
"Farewell, Nana…" Michael waved with a mournful frown.
Nana seemed to wave her paw back as she was pulled down the steps.
"He really needs a cold pill," Martin said.
"Now, Jesse..." Mary said, "George just...needs a break...has worked too hard....is just an adult, everyone has to grow up."
"But Mum, I don't want to grow up," Wendy frowned about what her mother just said.
"But Wendy, you can't help but grow up, nobody can, it's impossible," Martin said.
"Martin is right, Wendy," Mary said to her daughter, tucking her into bed, "don't worry about it anymore."
John had his arms crossed and his glasses were taken away, but he yet had his bandana on. "He called Peter Pan 'absolute poppycock'."
"I'm sure he didn't mean it, John," Mary soothed, taking away the bandana from him, "your father was just upset."
"She's right," Martin said.
"Poor Nana..." Michael sniffled, "all alone there."
"No more tears, Michael," Mary tucked him in, "it's a warm night, you'll be fine."
Michael sat up in his bed once he found something. "Mum?"
"What is this, darling," Mary turned back.
Michael held out his open hand to show something shiny. "Buried treasure...."
"Well, there it was," Martin said.
"Now then," Mary said, taking the cuff links from her youngest child, "now, children, don't judge your father too harshly. That goes for you as well, Teresa."
"I just don't remember Uncle George being that sour," Teresa folded her arms with a frustrated pout.
"He was under tremendous pressure," Mary warned her before about to lock the windows.
"Oh, don't close it, Mum," Wendy stopped her mother, "he can come back."
"He," Mary asked.
"Yes, Peter Pan," Wendy explained, "you see, we found something that belongs to him."
"Oh, what is this," Mary got curious now.
"His shadow," Wendy responded with a yawn.
"Shadow," Mary repeated.
Martin rolled his eyes and shook his head, he was always the logical one, where he shrugged that away.
"Uh-huh...Nana had it, but...I...I took it off....." Wendy said as she instantly started to fall asleep.
"It's getting rather late," Martin yawned.
Mary made up a guest bed in the nursery. "I promise, this is much more convenient than it sounds."
"Thank you, ma'am," Martin grinned.
"Try this," Mary lay out the mattress for Teresa.
Teresa lay it out first and tested it out, but gave a thumbs up before coming back up. "It's perfect," she replied.
"I thought you'd like it more than the couch," Mary grinned, but put out her sheets, blankets and pillows for her two guests.
"Thank you, Aunt Mary," Teresa said, suddenly yawning.
"Yes, we really appreciate that," Martin grinned before yawning.
"Have a good night now....." Mary warned them, turning out the light and shutting the door behind her to meet her husband and let the five children get some sleep.
But unknown to anyone, this night would be the start of an adventure, hearing the frustrated father shout her name.
The five children were fast asleep as today was rather exhausting. While they were all asleep, they were visited by two figures, one much bigger than the other. Another one of them glowed like a firefly. The two figures came in through the open window like Wendy had protected.
The five children were asleep and unaware at what was going on in the room as they were visiting their dreams tonight. At least, for now...the other figure looked rather strong and where both figures were starting to search for something. The glowing figure revealed to be a pixie and she opened a music box to play music.
"Tink," the one figure who almost looked like an elf scolded.
The pixie put the music box top down to stop the music.
"Stop playing! We need to find my shadow," the elf warned the pixie.
The pixie nodded, but went to explore with the elf boy. The two of them continued to look for the shadow without being seen. Eventually, the shadow was spotted and the elf boy tried to chase after his shadow.
Teresa awakened from that and she looked to see who was in the room. "Peter Pan..." she wondered, based on the stories she had heard and had her own imagination at what he looked like, already assuming this was a dream, but rushed over to him, "oh, hello..." she grinned rather dreamily, "you're just as I imagined..."
"What," Martin asked, "Peter Pan?"
"Oh, I knew you'd come back," Wendy rushed over as well.
Teresa looked a little frustrated that her cousin interrupted their meeting.
"I saved your shadow for you," Wendy warned the unfamiliar boy, "oh, I hope it's not crumpled......"
Teresa folded her arms and tapped her foot.
"Teresa, why are you frustrated," Martin asked his best friend.
Teresa didn't respond his question and looked rather green-eyed. Wendy sat Peter down and tried to help sew his shadow back on while speaking with him, but she seemed to go ahead...
"Girls speak too much," Peter eventually said.
"Yes, girls speak too---"
"That was very rude," Martin said.
"Well, go ahead, girl," Peter held his shadow up.
"Erm...my name is Wendy....." the brunette girl introduced herself, "Wendy Moira Angela Darling."
"Wendy's enough," Peter said as he pulled out his pan pipes.
"And this is my cousin Teresa Brisby and her friend, Martin Brisby," Wendy introduced.
"Hi..." Teresa grinned calmly and not coldly like usually to Peter.
"Hey," Martin said, extending his right hand to Peter.
Peter looked like he liked Martin better than Teresa or Wendy and put into his hand before shaking with Martin's. Martin liked him, but didn't like how rude Peter was towards Wendy, but couldn't change this boy.
"You sure are a strong boy, Martin, possibly as strong as me or perhaps even stronger," Peter grinned.
"You have no idea," Martin said silently.
"Oh, but how did Nana get her shadow, Peter," Wendy asked.
"It jumped on me the other night at the window," Peter replied.
"What were you doing there," Teresa asked.
"I came to hear Wendy's stories," Peter said.
"My stories," Wendy asked, "but they're all about you."
"I know my place, that's why I like them," Peter grinned as he played a tune on his instrument, "I warn the Lost Boys."
"The Lost Boys..." Wendy asked, but just remembered who they were, "oh, they're your men!"
"Uh-huh, we also have new recruits named Roger and J.P.," Peter said before adjusting his shadow on, but sprung to a blank wall to see his shadow in action with him.
"Good to know," Martin said.
"I'm so glad you came back tonight," Wendy grinned, "perhaps I'll never see each other again."
"Why," Peter asked.
"Because I have to grow up tomorrow."
Peter turned in horror like that was a fate worse than death. "STOP BEING A CHILD!!"
"Yes, this is her last night in the nursery," Martin frowned.
"But that means...no more stories...." Peter realized what that meant.
"Uh-huh..." Wendy nodded as she looked tearful with her father's demands about growing up.
"No! I won't allow it," Peter protested, "let's go!"
"But where are we going," Wendy asked.
"To Never Land," Peter warned her.
"If she's going, so are we," Martin said.
"You'll never grow up there," Peter encouraged.
"That's fine, but...what our parents are going to say," Teresa thought about that.
"Parents," Peter asked as though he had never heard that word before, "what's 'parents'?"
"Parents are adults who love and care about you, do what's best for you," Martin said.
"Mostly mums," Wendy added, "like they warn stories....."
That made Peter's eyes light up. "Good! You can be our mother! C'mon," he took Wendy's hand and tried to fly up with her.
"Now, wait a moment," Wendy stopped him, "well, let me see now....I have to pack lunch, oh, and I must leave a note if I'll be back...of course, I couldn't stay long....."
"But thanks, Peter..." Teresa liked the idea of going to Never Land, "I should give you a kiss."
Martin gawked at his best friend in slight shock, he had never seen her this fashion before.
"What's a--a kiss," Peter scratched his head.
"Well...let me show you...." Teresa puckered her lips, going toward the elf boy.
"I think I'm going to throw up," Martin said.
Teresa and Peter's lips almost touched, but the pixie came behind Teresa and yanked her back by the hair.
"Hey," Teresa groaned.
"Stop," Peter scolded his pixie, "stop this, Tink!"
"What the hell," Martin asked out of shock.
Peter started to chase his pixie friend, incidentally jumping on John and Michael's beds in the process.
Michael awakened first, but looked shocked. "John, John, wake up! He's here!"
"What..." John moaned as he awakened, but put on his glasses and looked shocked, "Jiminy!"
"Peter, that's what I think it was," Martin said.
"If you think it's Tinkerbell, then that's right," Peter said, but looked in his hat once he trapped his pixie inside of it, "I don't know what has into her."
"Hello, Peter Pan, I'm Michael," the little boy in pink foot pajamas introduced himself.
"My name is John," the other boy added, sounding like a grown man than a little boy in his speech, "how are you?"
"Hello," Peter greeted them.
"Nice, a real pixie, but at first I thought she was a fairy," Martin said.
"Incredible," John couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Tinkerbell frowned, folding her arms and spoke in her own language that sounded like the tinkling of a bell, thus naming her that.
"What's the pixie doing," Michael asked.
"Speaking," Peter explained.
"What she said," Wendy asked.
"She said Teresa's a big, ugly girl," Peter translated with a laugh.
"Well, I think Teresa is adorable," Wendy said.
Tinkerbell added something.
"'You would'," Peter translated, "well, c'mon, let's go."
"Where are we going," Michael asked.
"To Never Land," Martin grinned.
"Never Land," Michael cheered.
"Peter Pan's taking us," Wendy added.
"Us," Peter asked in surprise.
"Of course, you don't expect Wendy to go without her brothers, do you," Teresa glanced.
"Yes, if she goes, we'll all go," Martin said.
John and Michael liked the idea and wanted to fight real pirates instead of their games of pretend.
"If one of us goes, we all go," Martin said.
"Well, that's fine," Peter chuckled before becoming deadpan serious, "but you have to take orders!"
"Aye-aye, sir," John greeted.
"That's double to me," Martin added.
"Me as well," Michael added.
"Now, how are we going to get to Never Land," Teresa asked.
"Fly, of course," Peter said like it was obvious.
"Fly," the five children asked.
"It's scientifically impossible," Martin said.
"No, it's easy," Peter retorted, "all you have to do is......" But then, he didn't know what to say. "It's for...it's for...huh...that's funny..." he sat on the back of a chair to think about how to explain this.
"What's the matter," Wendy asked, "don't you know?"
"Oh, sure, it's just that I never thought of it before," Peter said before getting an idea, "say, that's it! Think of a wonderful thought."
"Any happy thoughts," John and Wendy asked together.
"Uh-huh," Peter nodded.
"You mean like snow," Martin asked with a grin.
"Toys at Christmas," Wendy added.
"Sleigh bells," John even input since Christmas was always a happy thought to children everywhere.
"Yes, look at me now, here I come," Peter grinned to them, but jumped in the air and spun in three circles, "it's easier than pie!"
"He can fly," Wendy, John, Martin and Teresa called.
"He 'flewed'," Michael added with a grin.
Then Peter came down in front of them. "Now you try."
"Alright," Martin grinned.
"I'm going to think of a mermaid pond..." Wendy said before sighing dreamily, "under a magical moon."
"I think I'll be in a pirate's cave," John put in.
"I think I'll be a brave Indian," Michael added.
'This is going to be so much fun,' Martin thought to himself with a grin.
"What makes you two happy," Peter asked Teresa and Martin.
Teresa shrugged with a small straight face, unsure what to think of in order to be able to fly.
"Well, Teresa loves Halloween," Martin said.
"Yes..." Teresa visibly grinned, "dressing up in costumes......earning free candy.....watching scary and amazing movies..."
"Yes, then," Peter grinned at her happiness, "now, everyone try," he joined their hands all together, "one, two, three!"
Then Wendy, John, Michael, Teresa and Martin tried to fly in the air. "We can fly, we can fly, we can flyyyyy," that plan didn't work well as they all fell flat on the floor.
Tinkerbell laughed at them, only to fall backwards on the block.
"This isn't going to work, what's your problem," Peter frowned, "all it takes is faith and trust..."
"Is it possible you missed something else that was included," Martin asked.
"Oh, yes, I almost forgot," Peter remembered, "dust."
"Dust," the others asked.
Peter reached over and caught his pixie best friend before spreading her like a salt shaker over his new friends. "Just some fairy dust."
"That's weird," Martin said.
John scratched some off his head and looked at it between his fingers, trying to find anything logical for its existence, due to being the brainier of his siblings.
"Now think of the happiest facts," Peter coached them, "it's the same as having wings!"
"C'mon, boy. Here we go," Martin said, beginning to think about how happy he was if he reunited with his family.
Teresa thought about Halloween, which was actually her favorite holiday and not Christmas.
"Let's all try just one more time," Wendy suggested.
"Look, we're getting off the ground," John pointed.
"Jiminy," Michael almost did a flip in the air and did not fall.
"Oh, my," Wendy helped him up, "we can fly!"
"You can fly," Peter grinned at them.
"We can fly," Wendy, John, Michael, Martin and Teresa cheered as they flew around the room.
"C'mon, everyone, here we goooooOOOO," Peter called as he stood on the window and flew out with all his might, "away to Never Land!"
Michael caught his teddy bear, Teresa caught her backpack, Martin caught his knapsack as well as John caught his hat and umbrella. With that said, they all flew out.
Nana came out of her doghouse as she was forced to spend the night outside tonight, but she looked up in surprise to see the five children flying in the air.
"This is a lot of fun," Martin cheered.
"I swallowed a bug, but I don't care," Teresa sounded like she was having fun for a change.
This was all fun for the children, but Nana seemed to want to go up and fly to keep an eye on them. Michael noticed this and caught Tinkerbell, shaking her rather violently and let pixie dust fall. Nana kept jumping up and trying to fly until she was floating in the air, but her chain kept her from going up any further.
"C'mon, Nana," Michael called as he flew after the others.
Martin knew why Michael did this and knew what to do to help her out. Nana was stuck floating in the air high above the ground.
"Lemme get it, girl," Martin came to the nursemaid dog and tried to undo the collar and chain.
And where for him, it was easy as it unhooked from Nana's dog collar.
"C'mon, girl, let's go speak to the others," Martin grinned.
"Alright," Nana grinned.
Martin grinned and flew with the dog. Nana was hesitant about flying at first, but soon, she got the hang of it and flew after the others. Peter blew a tune on his pan pipes as he used a couple of swans as jet skis in the water as they traveled to his home. Soon Martin caught up with them all and was even caught up with Peter. Teresa and Wendy looked to the water as they saw their rippling reflections.
Tinkerbell jumped against the water like a skipping stone to make their images dissolve, folding her arms snootily to them, but panicked as suddenly, jumping and hungry fish were coming for her, mistaking her for a bug. Peter led them all to the clock tower and rested himself on the hands to take a pause. The rest of the children and Nana did the same.
"Why are we stopping," Teresa asked.
"There it is, Teresa," Peter pointed one direction, "second star to the right and straight until dawn."
"Nice," Teresa said.
Once they had a good view, they went back to flying and kept going until they would end up in Never Land.
"This is so cool," Nana grinned.
The children chuckled to the dog as they kept flying and flying until they made it to their stop.
"I think I'm seeing a view of Never Land," Martin grinned.
The group ended up on a tiny island that seemed to have a rainbow and it seemed to be daylight in Never Land, though it was nighttime back home.
"Wow, it's like another world here," Nana grinned.
"Oh, it's exactly as we dreamed it would be," Wendy was elated, but pointed to the east side, "oh, look, guys! There's the Mermaid Lagoon!"
"By Jove," John looked northwest, "and the Indian camp!"
"Oh, look," Michael pointed to a ship in the distance, "that's Captain Hook and the pirates!"
There was suddenly a cannonball shooting at them.
"Watch out," Peter warned the others.
They all got down just in time for the cannonball to shoot right past them.
"Faster, Tinkerbell," Peter called his pixie, "bring the others to the island. I'll stay here and draw Hook's fire."
Tinkerbell nodded, but flew the children and dog over to where the Lost Boys were.
"Don't you want some help," Martin asked Peter Pan.
"Depends, can you handle cannonballs," Peter asked.
A cannonball was fired at them again and where this time Martin caught it with ease like a basketball.
"Does that respond your question," Martin asked, spinning the cannonball like a basketball.
Peter chuckled. "Hey, not bad...well, you can help."
Martin smirked, very emotional about this.
"Hook," Peter called and whistled to his arch enemy, "Hook, you codfish! Over here!"
"Yes! Let's see if you can hit two targets," Martin added.
More cannonballs fired for the boys. And where at times they would dodge the cannonballs, but usually would catch each one, sending each one back. Peter mostly dodged and he was impressed with Martin's work so far. Maybe Martin could become an ally of his or a second-in command for the Lost Boys.
"That's great," Martin laughed.
"Totally," Peter agreed.
Tinkerbell was going further ahead on purpose as Teresa, Nana, Wendy, John and Michael tried to follow her.
"Tinkerbell! Please slow down, we can't keep up," Wendy called out.
"TINKERBELL," Teresa also called, "PLEASE, WAIT!!"
Tinkerbell ignored them and came faster as she came into the Lost Boys camp.
The boys were dressed in animal skin. There was a blonde boy in a fox outfit, a fat chubby boy in a bear costume, twin boys in matching raccoon outfits, a boy in a rabbit outfit and another boy was like a skunk. There were two other boys who wore baseball caps, one had a hooded sweatshirt with sweatpants and sneakers and the other had a jacket with a soccer jersey, shorts and boots. The boys were all sleeping together as Tinkerbell flew in. And where no matter what she did, none of the boys would awaken. The female pixie spotted a club and started to push it to at least awaken one of them.
The club fell on the fox's head, which made him moan in pain and awaken, but he looked to see the club with the sleeping bear. "Well..." he gave the bear a kick in his rear.
The bear rolled over, almost squashing the raccoon twins, which awakened them and made them frustrated.
"Hey, who are you pushing, Cubby," the raccoon twins glowered.
"You, that's who," the bear snapped at them.
Soon all of the boys started to get into a fight.
"Guys," one boy in a cap called in a high voice, but cleared his throat to sound lower, "guys! Stop fighting!"
"Can't we go one day without trying to murder each other," the other capped boy added.
"Ah, that's how we do it, you guys sound like some girls or something," the fox scoffed.
This made the two look to each other hesitantly. "Uhh..."
Tinkerbell stopped the Lost Boys and distracted them by warning she had an order from Peter Pan. This caused for the Lost Boys, who were fighting to stop.
"Orders from Pan," the fox asked, "hold it, men!"
The bear and raccoon twins fought, but stopped at last.
"What are the orders, Tink," one of the capped boys asked.
Tinkerbell explained the warning, though it was all a lie she made up. And where luckily for her, the Lost Boys fell for the entire lie. Tinkerbell had made up a story about two birds that needed to be shot down as she was really speaking about Teresa and Wendy. Then the Lost Boys collected their weapons to do as warned of them.
"Why do I have the feeling that Tink is lying," one capped boy whispered to the other.
"She's not the only one, remember," the other one whispered back.
"I know, but this one seems to let two certain things to be shot down and never seen again," the capped boy whispered back.
"Total, c'mon, we'd better check it out," the other capped boy said.
The Lost Boys got in their position, having their weapons ready as Teresa and Wendy were flying around the area, not sure where they were just yet.
"I see them," one raccoon twin said.
"Me as well," the other added.
"Where could she have gone," Wendy asked.
"I don't know, but-" Teresa was about to say, until...
"FIRE," the Lost Boys called, launching their weapons at the two girls.
"Woah," Wendy cried out in grief.
Teresa yelped as she lost her balance with Wendy and started falling through the air. Just then, Peter and Martin were flying over.
"This is great, Martin," Peter smirked, "have you ever been a deputy?"
"No, I think I've never been a deputy," Martin shook his head.
"Would you like to be one," Peter offered, "you can be my new ally."
Martin was surprised, considering that he was Peter Pan's ally in the game he played earlier tonight with Teresa's cousins, he couldn't refuse that offer once it was for real, however, before he could respond......
Teresa and Wendy shrieked as they were falling. Martin and Peter dropped their conversation, but swooped down to save the girls from falling to their deaths.
"I'll give you my response after we save the girls," Martin warned him while diving down to save Teresa while Peter saved Wendy.
Peter nodded. Both boys flew down and carried the girls in a bridal-style fashion and cushioning their fall. Tinkerbell looked rather unhappy that the girls did not get murdered by the Lost Boys.
"Oh, Peter, you saved our lives," Wendy hugged Peter.
"Well, we couldn't just let you both die," Martin said.
"Are you wounded, girls," Michael asked as he literally dropped in.
"Oh, I hope you girls are fine," Nana said concernedly while floating down.
"Good heavens," John came down with his umbrella to parachute his fall, "you could've been hurt."
The Lost Boys suddenly flooded in and tried to get Peter's attention.
"I guess that's the Lost Boys, right," Martin asked Peter.
"Yes," Peter looked rather impatient with his 'men'.
The two capped boys came over as the others tried to fight each other again.
"AttenSHUN," Peter called.
The Lost Boys stood up and saluted Peter one he called to them.
"Wow, you sure know how to keep them at bay," Martin whispered.
"Well, I'm older than them," Peter grinned boastfully.
"Right," Martin said, "oh, and yes, I'll be your deputy."
"Perhaps you could help me arrange these punks," Peter nodded to him.
Martin nodded back, but looked to the Lost Boys. "Relax."
Then the Lost Boys relaxed themselves.
"Well, I'm certainly proud of you..." Peter said at first in a gentle tone before scolding them, "you BLOCKHEADS!! Roger! J.P.!"
The two capped boys came forward.
"What just happened here," Peter asked them, "I brought all of you mothers with me to warn you stories and the others shot them down!"
"Don't blame us, it's all Tinkerbell's fault," J.P. warned the two older boys.
"What," Martin asked.
"Tink said they were birds," Cubby sobbed.
"What," Peter asked, "Tink said what?"
"Well, she warned us to shoot them," the fox explained.
"Tinkerbell," Martin and Peter called.
Tinkerbell emerged from a leaf.
"Come here..." Peter said firmly, "you're charged with treason.....are you guilty or not guilty?"
Tinkerbell smirked and replied.
"Guilty," Peter asked, "don't you know you might have murdered them?"
Tinkerbell grinned evilly and nodded.
"What?! Then you let him die," Martin asked out of shock.
Tinkerbell grinned simply and walked away.
That did it for Peter. "Tinkerbell, I'm banishing you forever."
Tinkerbell gawked at him and flew off suddenly.
"Peter, please, not forever...." Wendy found that a little too harsh.
"Well, a week then," Martin said.
"C'mon, guys," Peter grinned again, "I'll show you the island."
"Oh, Peter, the mermaids," Wendy prompted, very much willing to meet the mermaids.
"Mermaids are for wimps," Cubby scoffed, "let's go hunting."
"For tigers," the rabbit asked.
"No, bears," the raccoon twins disagreed.
"So many to choose from," Roger said.
J.P. came over to John and Michael. "What do you want to do?"
"Personally, I would prefer to see the aborigines," John replied logically.
"And the Indians as well," Michael added, not knowing that was just what his brother said.
"That sounds like a great idea," Roger grinned.
"Alright now, go out and catch some Indians," Peter commanded.
"Could I meet the mermaids," Martin asked.
"I'll go with them to find Indians," Teresa added.
Peter was surprised that the boy wanted to meet the mermaids and the girl wanted to meet the Indians, he figured it would be the other fashion around, but he shrugged it away. "That's fine...John, you'll be the leader."
"I will try to be worthy of my post," John saluted like a general, but went to the forest with the Lost Boys, "forward, advance!"
The boys, Nana and Teresa all followed John as they all marched away to see the Indians.
"C'mon, Bear," Michael carried his teddy over his shoulders.
"Oh, Michael, be careful," Wendy cautioned.
"C'mon, guys," Peter took Martin and Wendy with him to the Mermaid Lagoon, "I'll show you the mermaids."
"It's so emotional, we'll see real mermaids," Martin grinned.
"You like mermaids, Martin," Wendy asked.
"Yes, I don't know why, but I just feel connected to you..." Martin shrugged, "as if I've known you all my life or something."
John led the others through the forest as he led them as the line leader and they traveled to hunt some Indians. Through the entire hunt, he began to lead them through a jungle.
The Lost Boys sang themselves a marching song as they followed John. They passed a bunch of monkeys, who took turns wearing John's hat before giving it back, unknown to him. They even passed by a bear, who was confused at why a bear cub was with them and not with its mother. They even came across a rock, but the rock was actually a rhino, who was eating hay while they traveled.
Then they entered a field.
"Indians," John called to the others as soon as they came across the field.
The boys, Nana and Teresa all got into position to fight them. The Lost Boys made a battle fort, ready to fight.
"He belongs to the Algonquin group," John observed, "pretty wild, you know."
"Now what," Roger asked.
"Uh, let's go get them," one raccoon twin said.
"Yes," the second raccoon twin agreed.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen," John called, taking charge, being the mature one, "first, we need to plan our strategy."
"Yes, idiots," J.P. frowned slightly.
"Well, what's a strategy," the rabbit asked.
"A plan of attack," John explained, "the opening sentence is a flanking maneuver, well then."
Nana looked over to Michael and decided to make sure he would be alright. Michael saw a feather on the ground and bent down to pick it up as an axe was thrown to the tree, just missing him luckily enough.
"M-M-Michael, I don't think we're alone," Nana said in dog language, afraid.
Michael put the feather in his hair. "Something wrong, Nana?"
Nana whined and looked concerned. Michael took the axe out of the tree, but noticed the bush seemed weird. The dog and the little boy tried to avoid the bush as it somehow started to follow them. Nana started to growl at the bush, finding it suspicious.
Michael lifted the bush up to see feet underneath and he gasped, running away to warn the others. The Lost Boys and John were huddled together. Michael tried to get everyone's attention and warn them of the Indians. Nana tried to warn them as well even by tugging on the boy in a fox outfit's tail. No one would pay them any attention though. Then Michael and Nana were taken suddenly as trees surrounded the group.
"Therefore, we just surround them and take them by force," John concluded before they were suddenly attacked by the Indians.
Each of them were attacked by Indians.
"Oh, you want some of me," Teresa taunted, "you want a piece of me? Come and get me! Go ahead!"
Suddenly, she was hit in the back of her head to knock her out.
"He brought it..." Teresa said in a daze before falling flat to the ground.
Then each of the boys, Teresa and Nana were all tied up and captured. Even Michael's teddy bear was a victim.
They were taken to the Indian camp and now tied to a stake together.
"I'm very sorry, old folks," John said to the others, "it's all my fault."
"No, it isn't, John; you're a great leader," Roger grinned.
"So brave..." J.P. added with a lazy grin.
"Yes, alright, wildcat," Cubby added.
"Yes, we don't care," the fox grinned innocently.
"That's alright," the rabbit added in.
"Ugh...my head..." Teresa moaned.
"You're eventually awake," J.P. said.
"How long have I been out," Teresa moaned, feeling the world's worst headache.
The Indian Chief walked over and raised his hand. "How."
"How, boss, how," the others greeted back hesitantly.
"Oh, because it couldn't have been Chief Powhatan," Teresa frowned.
"Must belong to another tribe," Roger said.
"For many moons, the red men fight the pale-faced Lost Boys," the Chief looked to the group held in his camp, "sometimes you win, sometimes we win...." he looked to Teresa curiously, "she's not pale..."
"She's new around here along with a friend of hers, who is with Peter and Wendy," Roger said.
"Anytime, boss, this time you win, then let us go," Cubby requested.
"'Set them free'," John repeated in confusion, "you mean this is just a game?"
"Sure, if we win, we set them free," the fox explained.
"And if they win, they set us free," the raccoon twins added.
"Ohh," Teresa said, understanding.
"This time, don't let them go," the Chief said.
"What," the others asked.
The fox chuckled. "The boss's a great parody."
"I don't parody them," the Chief replied, "where are you hiding Princess Tiger Lily?"
"Tiger Lily," the Lost Boys, John, Michael, Teresa and Nana asked confused.
"We don't have your old princess," the fox frowned.
"We've never seen her," John said, referring to himself and Teresa.
"Me neither," one of the raccoon twins added.
"Honestly, we didn't," the rabbit replied.
"A bunch of lies," the Chief frowned to his victims, "if Tiger Lily doesn't get back by sunset...burn her at the stake."
Soon our heroes hid themselves under a rock, where that they wouldn’t be seen.
“Nala, you find my mother and rally the lionesses, ” Simba ordered, “I promise.”
Nala nodded as she left to do so. Simba went a separate direction, silently walking down a path toward Cannibal Cove. Suddenly, a loud pissed off voice split through the air.
“SARAAAAABIIIIIIIIIII,” Scar yelled upset.
This yell was so loud that it echoed across the kingdom. Simba gasped and peeked from behind a wall. He spotted Scar, but also caught glimpse of the lioness queen walking towards the new king, with a bunch of critters behind her, she saw them, but kept her composure, even if the hyenas growled and chomped their jaws at her, she didn’t flinch, as she climbed up the steps towards Scar, it broke Simba’s heart, he couldn’t bear to see Simba’s mother like this.
“Yes, Scar,” Sarabi said.
“Where's your hunting festival,” Scar asked, “they’re not doing their job.”
“Scar, there's no food,” Sarabi responded regally, “the herds have moved on.”
“No! You’re just not looking hard enough!”
“It’s over, there's nothing left....we have only one choice, we must leave Pride Rock.”
“We’re not going anywhere!”
“Then you have sentenced us to death!”
“Then so be it!”
“You can’t do that!”
“I am the king. And I make the rules!”
“If you were half the king Mufasa was--”
“I’m ten times the king Mufasa was,” Scar lashed out as he slapped Sarabi, sending her toppling on the ground.
Simba looked at Scar in shock, as his memory of Mufasa falling flashed back into his memory.
“NoooooOOOO,” Simba shrieked in his memory.
“Noooooo,” he yelled, as he lunged himself onto Scar, pinning him to the ground, “murderer!!!!”
Meanwhile, Peter had found the Mermaid Lagoon as the mermaids were having their leisure time by the waters.
"Just imagine," Wendy was delighted, "real living mermaids."
"Fantastic," Martin grinned, "they're beautiful."
"Do you want to meet them," Peter invited.
"Oh, Peter, we'd like to," Wendy beamed.
"Alright, c'mon," Peter went ahead and played his pan pipes as he went ahead.
"Wait for us," Martin called to him.
Wendy and Martin flew after Peter. The mermaids heard Peter's song and they instantly noticed and greeted him. Unfortunately for Wendy, Martin was faster in his flight.
"I'm so glad you did it," the blonde mermaid swooned to Peter.
"Why did you stay away so long," a black-haired mermaid asked.
"Did you miss me," a redheaded mermaid asked.
"And who's your new friend," the blonde mermaid noticed Martin.
"My name is Martin," Martin introduced himself, "I'm Peter's second commander."
"Oh, how brave..." the black-haired mermaid swooned.
"Have you been here before," the redheaded mermaid asked, "you seem familiar......"
"Now what I know," Martin said.
The mermaids grinned to Martin and Peter regardless.
"Well, what have we got here," Martin asked curiously.
Each of the mermaids began to introduce themselves to the boy.
"I'm Athena," the redheaded mermaids said.
"Athena," Martin asked, but shrugged with a grin, "that's a nice name."
"Oh, Peter, warn us one of your adventures," another mermaid pleaded.
"Something emotional," the other added.
"Oh, yes, please, Peter," Athena grinned.
"Do you want to hear about the time I cut Hook's hand and threw it to the crocodile," Peter prompted.
"Oh, I always like this one......" the blonde mermaid swooned.
"Me as well," the black-haired mermaid added.
"Well, there I was at Marooner's Rock, surrounded by forty thieves," Peter started.
"Oh, Peter," Wendy called out, "Martin!"
The blonde mermaid turned her head and frowned slightly. "Who's she?"
Peter pulled out his blade to present his story. "What," he looked over to see his guest.
"Oh, that's my friend. Teresa's cousin, Wendy," Martin warned the mermaids.
"A girl," the black-haired mermaid looked serious.
"What's she doing here," the brunette mermaid frowned.
"And in her nightgown as well," the redheaded mermaid huffed.
"Well, forgive her if it was evening," Martin warned her.
The mermaids came over to Wendy and decided to torment her.
"C'mon, darling," the black-haired mermaid pulled onto the human girl, "go with us to swim!"
"Oh, please, I'm not dressed yet," Wendy started to lose her balance.
"Oh, but you must," the redheaded mermaid existed rudely.
"Leave her alone," Martin warned the mermaids.
The mermaids didn't listen to him, they just kept torturing Wendy. Wendy cried for help. Peter didn't do anything, he just laughed as the mermaids had fun with her. Martin decided that enough was enough from these mermaids and decided to teach them a lesson. The mermaids kept harassing poor and innocent Wendy.
"LEAVE HER ALONE," Martin yelled upset, stomping on the ground, causing it to shake and alarm the mermaids.
The mermaids were terrified and frightened. Wendy frowned at the mermaids and looked hesitant from Martin's brute force.
"If you dare to hit her again--" Martin started to threaten.
"Martin, Martin," Peter flew to his new ally, "they just had a little fun, right, girls?"
"We were just trying to drown her," one of the mermaids warned Martin.
"It's even worse than tormenting her," Martin frowned.
"You see," Peter shrugged it off like it was good and innocent fun.
Wendy frowned, she couldn't believe Peter had done and said that. "Well, if you're thinking for one moment like I'm going to do with someone--"
"Csendes, hold it, Wendy," Peter silenced her as he sensed a disturbance.
"What's wrong, Peter," Martin whispered.
The heavens suddenly turned black.
Peter took a look and saw his calculations were correct. "Yes, it's Hook alright."
"Hook," the mermaids gasped in even more fear and jumped into the ocean to hide for shelter from the vengeful pirate of Never Land.
"I thought they'd never leave," Martin moaned once he saw the mermaids left.
Peter urged Wendy and Martin to go to him. The two noticed this and came right over to the ageless boy.
They could see the pirate captain with a lackey in a rowboat and they had taken a young Indian hostage.
"They've captured Tiger Lily," Peter noted.
"But why did they do this," Martin asked.
"Why do you think so," Peter gave Martin a look.
"To make the Indians believe that you and the Lost Boys took her or to find out where your secret hiding place is," Martin assumed.
The boat passed through the water and was being followed by a crocodile, unbeknownst to them.
"Why does that crocodile follow them," Martin asked.
"You remember how I cut away Hook's hand and fed it to a crocodile," Peter asked.
Martin nodded. "Yes?"
"It's the same crocodile and he wants more," Peter said, but kept a close look out on the Indian princess held hostage with the nasty pirate captain, "looks like they're on their road to Skull Rock."
"Then let's go with them," Martin said.
"C'mon, let's see what they're up to," Peter whispered.
With that said, Peter, Martin and Wendy flew silently and safely after Captain Hook with Princess Tiger Lily.
"Let's just hope he's not trying to do anything too bad," Martin whispered.
"With Hook, it's likely, but don't worry, he's never winning," Peter promised.
Tiger Lily was yet tied up and sitting on a small rock with the pirates looking evil to her.
"Now, my darling princess, this is my proposition," Captain Hook said to the lost Indian princess that the Chief lost his mind about, "warn me the hiding lair of Peter Pan and I'll release you."
"Then I was right," Martin whispered.
"As if he'd do anything else," Peter agreed.
"Poor Tiger Lily," Wendy pouted.
"Am I not a man of my word, Mr. Smee," Captain Hook asked his minion.
"Well, yes, get on with it, Captain..." the other pirate agreed.
"You'd better speak, my darling, because soon the tide will come and then it'll be too late," Hook demanded.
Tiger Lily, however, was silent and refused to rub out Peter.
"Wow, she sure is loyal," Martin whispered.
"I'll show you that codfish," Peter had an idea, "stay here, boys and watch the fun," he said before flying to the entrance of the cave and hid behind a rock.
"What do you think he's up to," Wendy asked Martin.
"Frighten Captain Hook," Martin whispered.
"Remember..." Captain Hook continued to interrogate the girl he held hostage, "there is no path through the water to the happy hunting ground..."
Tiger Lily refused to give into his sweet temptation, staying true to her friend.
"THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE, TIGER LILY," Hook caught Tiger Lily by her shirt and yelled in her face, which blew her hair and almost her feather back.
"Manatoa, great spirit of mighty seawater, peep..." a ghostly voice called into the cave, which spooked Hook and Smee, "beware, Captain Hook...beware...beware..."
Unknown to either of them, it was Peter.
"Did you hear that, Smee," Hook asked, instantly frightened.
"It's an evil spirit, Captain..." Smee trembled as he nodded his head.
"Stay with it, Smee, while I look around," Hook warned his minion before going and leaving him to keep an eye on the princess.
"It works," Martin whispered.
The pirate captain left Skull Rock to find the spirit that was haunting him.
As Peter had the chance, he flew into the cave and flew up a great height. "Psst! Martin! Wendy!"
The two looked up and could hear him from up there, even though he was whispering.
"Watch this," Peter warned them, but took off his hat and disguised his voice, "Mr. Smee," he called, sounding exactly like his worst enemy.
"Erm...yes, Captain," Smee looked around, but stayed alert to the commanding voice.
"Oh, this is going to be fun," Martin whispered.
Wendy grinned eagerly and agreed.
"Release the princess and bring her back to her people," Peter commanded in Hook's voice, knowing Smee would do whatever Captain Hook warned him to, no matter what.
Smee began to follow the orders, not knowing it was from Peter. Martin and Wendy found this both amusing and surprised how well it was going. Smee protested at first, but Peter warned him that these were the orders, where he took Princess Tiger Lily and started to row her back out of Skull Rock and spoke with her. Unfortunately, the real Captain Hook wasn't far as he saw what Smee was doing.
"He won't get very far there with the real Captain Hook," Wendy warned Peter.
"Don't worry, I've had this under control," Peter promised as he put his hat back on for now.
"Can I be admitted," Martin asked.
"Um, what have you done," Peter asked him, not meaning to exclude him or anything.
"I could shake facts up as soon as you get the impression that Captain Hook is yelling at Smee," Martin suggested.
"Huh...could honestly frighten then," Peter agreed with an approving smirk, "I say go for it."
"Excellent," Martin grinned.
"Get in position, I think I hear them coming back," Peter suggested.
Martin nodded and went away to a hiding spot.
"Put her BACK, you foolish idiot," Captain Hook was heard scowling as he pushed the rowboat with Tiger Lily and Smee on it back into Skull Rock through the water.
"This is going to be so much fun," Martin chuckled silently.
"Mr. Smee," Peter made his impression again, "what exactly do you think you're doing here?"
"G-G-Giving her back as you said, Captain," Smee explained as he bought Princess Tiger Lily back in his hostage.
"I didn't say anything like that," Peter smirked.
This started to confuse the poor sailor as he was placing the Indian princess back in the water.
"For the last time, Mr. Smee, bring the princess back to her people," Peter said before yelling, which made Martin do what he said he could do in order to help Peter go through with this, "UNDERSTAND?!"
This yell was so loud that it echoed across Skull Rock. Martin punched a wall, making the entire place shake.
It was a rather violent shake that almost made Smee fall back into the water, but he was afraid to death. "A-A-Aye-aye, sir..."
"That was fun," Martin whispered.
"Oh, and one more fact...." Peter decided to have fun before calling it a night, "if you return to the ship, warn the entire crew to help themselves to my best rum."
Unfortunately, Captain Hook had found out what was going on and was creeping up behind Peter with his sharp hook to capture the boy. Unknown to him, Martin and Wendy saw the evil pirate captain try to capture Peter.
"PETER," Martin and Wendy called.
Peter, however, slipped down just in time.
"Here's your ghost, Smee," Captain Hook grinned evilly, but looked confused as his hook only caught Peter's hat.
Then Peter flew around merrily.
"Why, it's Peter Pan," Smee seemed to grin.
"Hello, Hook," Martin smirked, taking Peter's hat before tossing it to the flying elf boy.
Captain Hook frowned. "I don't know who you are, but you're going to taste cold steel with that blasted Pan!"
"Look at this, Wendy," Peter called as he flew down for Tiger Lily.
"Oh, guys, do be careful," Wendy called out.
"Try to hit me with that sword," Martin taunted the captain.
"Oh, you asked for it," Hook growled, drawing out his sword.
"This must be very entertaining," Martin smirked.
Peter flew down, leaning his foot against Hook's sword like it was rubber, but came up. Hook almost jumped back as the sword flopped up and down somehow.
"Ooh, nice sword, Hook," Martin smirked.
Then Peter flew down and tied Smee's bandana tight around his eyes to blind him. Hook got his sword to stop vibrating, but decided he should go for Martin as well. Martin decided to tie the evil captain's sword into a knot. Captain Hook looked in shock and wonder.
"Well done, Martin," Peter cheered, not even questioning it.
Smee attempted, but at last got his bandana off.
"Try your luck, Mr. Smee," Peter handed a gun to the pirate captain's minion before flying up with Martin.
"Yes, Smee, try to shoot one of us," Martin warned him while flying.
"Let them have it," Captain Hook demanded, "well, c'mon, you idiot! Shoot them!"
Smee couldn't seem to get a target on the two flying boys as they were flying all around the place, making it hard for him.
Then Peter and Martin flew up together right past Hook. "Right here, Mr. Smee!"
"Hold on, you idiot," Captain Hook panicked once he knew what they were going with by floating right there, "no! NoooooOOOO!!!!"
Peter and Martin dodged the bullet as Smee fired his gun and Captain Hook fell flat down with his hat slowly floating down with him.
"Oh, how awful..." Wendy moaned, yes, Captain Hook was a villain, but she was a little alarmed and disgusted with a murder taken place right in front of her.
"Oh, looks like he's gone," Martin said, sounding mournful while knowing that Captain Hook wasn't dead since the bullet only hit the hook.
"What a pity, my friends," Peter said softly and took the Captain's hat before putting it on, "I'm afraid we've lost the darling captain."
However, Hook was alive and well and decided to take that time to take out both Peter and Martin.
"Captain," Smee called once he saw his captain was actually alive.
This ruined the evil pirate captain's surprise attack.
"Back in the back, Captain," Peter taunted his opponent.
"Too bad," Martin taunted.
Hook had enough of them and kept trying to slit or stab them. Wendy covered her eyes and peeked only a little bit as Hook kept trying to slash at the two menacing boys. He began to get even more frustrated as the two boys were having fun while trying to slice them.
"Give it to them, Captain," Smee cheered, "cling them to their breasts!"
"This is way more fun than anything I could dream of," Martin grinned.
"Welcome to Never Land," Peter chuckled to that remark.
"Glad to be here," Martin chuckled.
Then Peter and Martin decided to torment Hook a little, ruining his fun. They even started to lure him out and over the edge. Fortunately for Peter and Martin, they could float in the air, but unfortunately, Captain Hook did not have any pixie dust on him, then...he suddenly started to fall off the ledge and he tried to hold himself up with his hook.
"Looks like he's on the brink," Martin joked.
"Oh, look," Peter looked as well, "a codfish on a hook!"
"I'll get you for this, Peter Pan, you and that new ally of yours," Captain Hook threatened, "if it's the last fact I do so!"
Suddenly, there was ticking heard.
"What kind of sound is that," Martin asked.
"I think it's our friend, Tick Tock the Croc," Peter grinned.
"No...NO," Captain Hook became incredibly hesitant.
"Looks like he might be hungry," Martin smirked.
"Mr. Crocodile," Peter greeted the hungry carnivore, "you like McDonald's?"
The crocodile smirked eagerly, licked his lips hungrily and nodded his head in the water.
"Looks like he does so," Martin grinned.
"Oh, guys, no," Wendy cried.
Peter kicked the Captain's hook off the edge for the crocodile to have some fun with him. Smee feared the worst for his boss. Captain Hook felt tortured, Peter made him fall and now the crocodile was going to try to eat him. But of course, it wasn't going to be easy since the evil captain didn't let be eaten. The crocodile hungrily caught Hook in his jaws of death.
"SMEE," Captain Hook cried for dear life.
"Captain," Smee went for his superior, "Captain!"
"This is very entertaining," Martin smirked.
"If you say so...." Wendy wasn't so sure.
Smee and Hook were now trying to get away from the crocodile.
"Ride in front of the ship," Hook called, "drive in front of the-----"
The crocodile had chased Hook and Smee away out of Skull Rock and they left Tiger Lily behind. Peter felt victorious and crowed like a rooster to announce his presentation.
"Peter, we yet have someone to save," Martin said before flying down to save the Indian princess from drowning.
"What," Peter asked before snapping his finger and realizing, "oh, Tiger Lily!"
"HEEELLLPPP," Tiger Lily cried as the water was rising and she was about to drown.
Martin flew down and picked up the Indian princess before it was too late and flew her out of Skull Rock. Tiger Lily was carried, but she spit out some water she incidentally swallowed and grinned fondly to her savior.
"Alright, let's go," Peter led the road to where the princess lived.
"Guys, wait for me," Wendy called as she flew after them.
The three of them continued to fly until they got to the Indian princess's tribe.
"OK, that's it, focus, Samson," the lion warned himself as he ventured through the jungle, "he has to be out there somewhere, you'll find him, I mean, how big can this place be anyhow?"
As a response, Samson moved a leaf and gasped in shock, to his surprise, this place was huge, he was standing past a cliff edge, as he looked at all trees in the land, finding Ryan would be difficult.
"RYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN," Samson shouts. This yell was so loud that it echoed across the land, hoping that he'd find Ryan real fast.
The Chief released the Lost Boys, John, Michael, Teresa and Nana once the princess was returned and it was now pitch dark out as it got quite late in Never Land. The Chief also requested Peter and Martin to have a word with them about saving Princess Tiger Lily. And where Martin and Peter didn't object to this and simply came over to the chief.
"How is it," the Chief greeted.
"How," Martin and Peter said back.
Then the Chief did some hand movements.
"What's he doing here," Michael wondered.
"It's sign language," Teresa recognized.
"What are you speaking about," Wendy asked.
"He says 'Peter Pan and his new friends, powerful warriors'," Teresa began to translate, "save Tiger Lily and please the chief."
"Yes, he certainly doesn't look very happy," John commented.
"I understand," Wendy said.
"Pile Peter Pan into a big chief," the Chief congratulated Peter first, "you are the 'Little Flying Eagle'."
After that, he went over to Martin who stood brave and strong.
"How does that sound," the Chief greeted him.
"How," Martin greeted back, respectively as always.
"Let's see what Martin is called," Roger said.
"Roger, you should take off your hat, and so does J.P.," John suggested, "from now on, wings will grow."
"NO," Roger and J.P. suddenly said in high voices, before coughing slightly.
"Well, we need a hat....to block the sun...." J.P. said in a low voice.
"But it's evening," Michael said.
"The complete moon is bright as well," J.P. said hesitantly.
Teresa and her cousins glanced oddly at the two boys, having a strange feeling about them.
"Martin is now known as the 'Sergeant Prowling Wolf'," the Chief gave Martin his new name.
With that, Peter and Martin were given Indian headdresses in their honor.
"Thank you, Chief," Martin said, bowing in respect while keeping his headdress on.
Peter nodded his thanks before doing his own Indian cry and did a victory flight lap. The Lost Boys bowed to Peter and Martin in response. Teresa seemed to blush and grin for Peter. However, Roger and J.P. overdid it and their hats flew off without knowing it and they had long hair. Roger's hair was a double low ponytails while J.P. had a braid.
"Are they really girls," Michael asked as soon as he noticed.
"Uhh..." Roger and J.P. blushed hesitantly.
"How long have you been girls," the raccoon twins asked.
"That's a silly question," the fox smacked them in the back of their heads, "Hook's trap, right?"
"Actually...we were girls all the time," J.P. admitted.
"Don't warn Peter," Roger added in concern, but she caught her hat and put J.P.'s on her head to hide their flowing long hair, "he may leave us!"
"We don't warn him," Wendy assured her.
"But it should," John added.
"What," Roger and J.P. frowned.
"It's best to warn the truth, it only releases you," John advised logically as always.
"But what if he gets frustrated with us," Roger asked.
"It's better than lying," Wendy existed.
Roger and J.P. looked to each other, then back to the others as there was a celebration held.
Peter and Martin sat with the Indian Chief and Tiger Lily as they passed the smoke peace pipe around for tradition.
"Warn them the pale-faced brothers all about the red men," the Chief warned his people about Fievel and Martin.
'I've never heard such a word,' Martin thought to himself.
"Uh, what's that red guy," Cubby wondered.
"Where did he first say 'ugh'," the pigeon twins asked.
"Why does he ask you 'How'," Michael queried.
"Why does he ask you 'How'," the Chief repeated with a smirk.
"Yes," Teresa nodded.
The other Indians pounded their drums, giving Indian chants and started to sing an ancient chorus of their fashions to welcome and make peace with Peter Pan and his Lost Boys. The boys decided to go away and dance, Roger and J.P. joined them, putting their caps on long tight where their long hair wouldn't reveal their true genders. Martin joined in as well to enjoy the fun/dance.
Wendy was about to join in until she was suddenly stopped.
"Squaw no dance," an Indian woman frowned to the girl, "Squaw, get the firewood!"
Wendy frowned at the woman, but went to do so as she said. It was a great feast so far. Tiger Lily danced on a drum in front of Martin and Peter in an attempt to impress them. And where they were indeed impressed by the Indian princess's dancing skills as she was getting closer to them both. Teresa was about to come over with a grin, but she instantly frowned and felt a little different. Tiger Lily nose-kissed both Martin and Peter. Peter turned red as his hair, but jumped up and did another Indian call.
Teresa looked a little hurt, frustrated and sick, but walked away without another word, but wiped one eye as she had a small teardrop. She ended up going outside of the Indian Camp without realizing it and was coming around where Tinkerbell was outside, sulking ever since her banishment. "Hey, Tink, are you yet frustrated that you've been banished," she asked.
Tinkerbell looked up to Teresa, not as hostile to the eldest mouse as before, but she gave a small nod.
Teresa sat behind her on the blade of grass she was sitting on. "I'm sorry...you deserve it."
Tinkerbell actually agreed and nodded to her again. However, someone caught Tinkerbell as she wiggled and demanded to be let out.
"Hey," Teresa frowned back, but saw Smee, "YOU!!"
"I'm sorry, it's the captain's orders," Smee said as he brought both her and the pixie with him back to the ship.
"Wait," Teresa tried to get let go of, "stop!"
"Wahoo," John cheered as he became more loose and fancy free at this affair.
"John," Wendy gasped at her usually sicker brother.
"Squaw, take them a purpose," Michael handed his teddy bear to his sister before going away, acting like a savage.
"Michael," Wendy gaped at her older brother.
"Squaw, get the firewood," the Indian woman warned her once again.
Wendy frowned at the Indian woman, having enough of this adventure nonsense. "Squaw no get the firewood, scouts go home," she walked away, gripping Michael's teddy bear on the road.
The others kept celebrating and having the time of their lives. Martin ever seemed to be having the time of his life, not even noticing that his best friend was missing.
Smee took Tinkerbell and Teresa to Captain Hook's ship. Captain Hook played the piano as he welcomed the girls, trying to seem like a gentleman.
"Alright, Hook, what do you want," Teresa folded her arms and frowned to the pirate captain, who was Peter Pan's sworn enemy.
"Oh, nothing, Miss Teresa; I just want you two to be here, and then I can warn you two very reluctant facts," Captain Hook said.
Teresa and Tinkerbell looked doubtful, but shrugged, deciding to humor the crooked pirate man.
"You see, I acknowledge that I'll fail to fight Peter Pan and his new allies," Captain Hook warned them.
"Really," Teresa asked.
"Yes," Captain Hook nodded to her, "tomorrow, I'll leave this island and will never come back again."
Both Tinkerbell and Teresa looked at the evil pirate captain, surprised to hear that he would never return to Never Land. Smee mumbled, though he sounded rather drunk.
"That's why I asked you, my darling," Captain Hook warned the pixie and human girl, "to warn Peter, I have no malice against him. Oh, Pan has his homecoming, of course. Uh, like bringing Wendy to the island."
"Hey, leave my cousin alone," Teresa sneered.
"Oh, I didn't mean to offend, my darling. But you see, Peter here and Miss Bell have experienced a lot together," Captain Hook warned her.
Tinkerbell pouted and nodded mournfully.
"Oh, there are rumors that she is caught between you and Peter," Captain Hook said to the pixie.
Tinkerbell sniffled and looked rather miserable.
"But what is this, tears," Captain Hook noticed, "then that is true!"
"Tink, Wendy would never do that," Teresa tried to reason with Tinkerbell.
Tinkerbell looked up to Teresa with a "You sure?" look.
"I know Wendy, she's not like that...." Teresa defended.
"Oh, Smee," Captain Hook continued to guilt trip Tinkerbell, "the fashion a man takes a maid. Throwing away the best time of her life and then casting her aside like an old glove!"
"Isn't this a blooming disgrace," Smee started to weep.
Then Teresa remembered at how Peter's face went red after his and the Indian princess's noses touched.
"I think you have a story to rotate yourself, Miss Teresa," Captain Hook noticed her shift in expression.
"I don't wanna speak about it..." Teresa said in a suddenly bitter tone of voice, which she usually spoke with wherever she seemed jealous of someone or something.
"C'mon, darling, you can warn us," Captain Hook said.
Teresa glanced back and sighed softly once. "I...I may like Peter more than I expected..."
Tinkerbell looked up at the elderly mouse, shocked and surprised. Teresa sighed, looking away then and folded her arms. She seemed to be in the mouse part of her title.
"But we couldn't judge Peter too harshly, my darling," Captain Hook soothed, "Wendy and Martin should be blamed."
"What has Martin done," Teresa frowned.
"He's gone, abandoned you to become Peter's new ally..." Captain Hook reminded, "you may never see each other again..."
"W-What do you mean," Teresa asked.
"Martin seems to like Never Land more than you..." Captain Hook put his arm around her, "he might betray you because you stay here instead of going home with you..."
"He wouldn't do that, he's smarter than that....." Teresa defended, though not very strongly.
"Oh, really," Captain Hook asked, "warning me how he behaved to the princess?"
"As always polite....." Teresa narrowed her eyes.
"Alright, but what has she done to make him and Peter do something you've never seen him do before," Captain Hook asked.
"Eskimo kisses....." Teresa folded her arms.
"Pardon," Captain Hook was not familiar with that term.
"If you rub your noses together," Teresa explained.
"Oh, is she blushing," Captain Hook asked, which made Teresa frown.
"Yes..." the elderly mouse muttered with her eyes shut.
"Typical boy behavior," Captain Hook shook his head, "is it, Mr. Smee?"
"It's true, Captain, it's true," Smee nodded.
"What's the use," Teresa asked.
"Oh, you know, boys are boys..." Captain Hook shrugged.
"What are you speaking about," Teresa narrowed her eyes.
"The captain said Martin wanted to stay in Never Land," Smee said.
"He'd never do that," Teresa frowned before looking slightly unhappy, "will he?"
"He's a typical boy," Captain Hook warned her.
"Martin's not typical at all..." Teresa slowly shook her head.
"Or you think so," Captain Hook warned her.
"He will never...." Teresa turned back.
"Has he done anything that makes you think you will never see each other again..." Captain Hook asked her.
Teresa rubbed her arms, not responding the question, but she had to admit that it sometimes happened.
"Is that there," Captain Hook grinned evilly, seeming to know what she was thinking.
Teresa shut her eyes, not saying anymore.
"Same as I imagined," Captain Hook said.
"Alright...what have you done," Teresa asked.
"Oh, nothing, we just want to rescue the boys from them..." Captain Hook said, "but how? We have too little time......we sail in the morning."
"Indeed," Smee said.
"Fan? That's it, Smee," Hook exclaimed like he had an idea, "we'll shanghai Wendy and Martin!"
"'Shanghai Wendy and Martin', Captain," Smee asked, getting his bottle stuck on his finger.
"Take them out to sea with us," Hook continued, "if they leave, Peter will soon forget this crazy infatuation, which may persuade Martin to recover and return to his best old friend! C'mon, Smee, we must leave right away. Live in Peter's house-----"
"But Captain, we don't know where Peter Pan lives," Smee replied.
This caused for the evil pirate captain to stop in his tracks now just remembering that. "Great Scott, you're right, Smee!"
Tinkerbell grew animated suddenly.
"Tinkerbell..." Teresa grew hesitant.
"What's that, my darling," Captain Hook grinned to the pixie, "can you show us the road? Why, I never thought about this," he leaned next to his minion, "take this down, Smee."
"Take this down, Smee..." Smee did the same, before realizing he had to write down directions to Peter Pan's hideout.
Tinkerbell looked to Teresa, warning her in pixie language to trust her on this one.
"Alright...if you say..." Teresa was unsure about this, she seemed to know what Tinkerbell was saying now.
Tinkerbell put ink on her shoes and started to walk around it to give directions on Captain Hook's map to reveal Peter Pan's hideout.
Captain Hook began to repeat at what Tinkerbell was warning them. Smee jotted this all down on paper with a quill to take note. Captain Hook got hesitant as he saw they had to jump and skip across Crocodile Creek. Then Tinkerbell was getting closer, but went slow for anticipation.
"ALRIGHT, GO AHEAD," Captain Hook hit his fist down from impatience, but returned his gentle grin to keep up appearances, "go ahead, darling..."
"You must make sure not to hurt Peter," Tinkerbell warned Captain Hook in pixie language.
"Yes, don't hurt Peter," Teresa agreed, but looked curious, "did I just agree with a fairy...?"
"Can't I hurt Peter," Captain Hook repeated, "ma'am, Captain Hook swears not to move your fingers--"
"Or a hook," Teresa narrowed her eyes.
"Or a hook...on Peter Pan," Captain Hook added with a small grin.
Tinkerbell nodded to him, but marked an "X" to where the hideout was.
"This is where you hide," Tinkerbell said in pixie/fairy language.
"Ah, Executioner's Tree," Captain Hook smirked darkly, "then this is the entrance to his hiding place..." he caught Tinkerbell in his hand and decided to trap her, dropping his nice guy act, revealing it was all just a trick, "thank you, darling. You've always been hopeful."
Teresa's eyes widened, but she ran off to get away and warn the others. "I better hurry up!"
"Smee, catch her," Captain Hook demanded.
"Aye-aye, Captain," Smee saluted before going after Teresa, stopping her from leaving.
Teresa ran as fast as she could to find her road around Never Land, hoping not to get lost, but due to Smee's weight, she couldn't get off the ship.
"No," Teresa moaned as she was stuck.
Smee took Teresa right back.
"MARTIN," Teresa yelled, upset as she was held hostage.
Meanwhile, the Lost Boys, the Darling Children, Peter, Martin and Nana were returning to the Lost Boy camp as they sang the Indian song after the fun night they all shared together. Nana walked into the hideout, finding the feast they went to was fun, but also a bit savage. She seemed to be more like a wild dog who lived on the streets than a prim and proper dog who was raised to help serve a family.
Wendy was sitting on a bed, waiting for her brothers, dog and new friend to come back, she seemed rather impatient and unhappy with this adventure she had been forced to become apart of. The moment the Lost Boys, her brothers and Nana arrived; she knew that Martin and Peter would come in soon.
"The Black Flying Eagle and the Roaming Wolf salute their braves," Peter and Martin said, putting their hands up, "how."
The Lost Boys, Nana, John and Michael bowed to their chiefs like true Indians. The only one not acting like an Indian was Wendy.
"The Big Chiefs greet the Little Mothers," Peter came to Wendy's side with a cocky grin, "how."
Wendy glanced at him and turned away, really fed up right now. "Ugh."
"Hey, Wendy, you alright," Martin asked.
Wendy was not alright.
"What just happened to her," Peter frowned at Wendy's new behavior change.
"I don't know, perhaps we were trying to upset her," Martin said.
"Wendy, is that all," Peter frowned.
"I haven't said a word since I left the feast; did I and Peter do something wrong," Martin asked.
"Besides, other people think we're great," Peter grew boastful.
"Especially Tiger Lily," Wendy grumbled.
"Tiger Lily," Martin and Peter asked. This was confusing to them both, what did Tiger Lily have to do with this?
"John! Michael," Wendy called to her brothers who were yet acting like a couple of Indians, "take off this war paint and get ready for bed."
"Bed," John frowned.
"Brave no sleep," Michael replied, "go for a few days without sleeping."
"I agree," Nana nodded.
"But we go home in the morning," Wendy warned her family.
"Home," the younger boys and dog asked.
"Oh, Wendy, we don't want to go home," Michael said to his big sister.
"But we must," Wendy reminded them.
"Why," Michael asked.
"Yes, why do you have to go home," Martin asked.
"Don't go home," Peter demanded, "keep the moons a lot and have a great time."
"Now, Peter, stop pretending and be practical," Wendy warned the elf boy.
"The best flying eagle has said," Peter ignored her.
"Besides Wendy, here, we don't have to grow up; we can keep our children for the rest of their lives," Martin grinned.
"Oh, please," Wendy tried to grow sensible, "do you want to stay here and grow up like savages?"
"Of course," Michael grinned at that idea.
"But I can't need a mother," Wendy said, but started to feel instantly homesick, "we all do so...."
"What's your mother," Michael asked.
"Even if I forgot what a mother was," Martin said, rubbing his head.
"Ah, sure you haven't forgotten your mother..." Wendy was surprised at them.
"Does she have soft ears and wear a fur coat," Michael asked.
"No, that's me, foolish," Nana grinned to the boy.
"I think I once had a mother..." Cubby said as he had tied the raccoon twins with Roger and J.P.
"How was she," Roger asked.
"I forget..." Cubby frowned.
"I had a white rat," the fox spoke up.
"THAT'S NOT A MOTHER," Cubby snapped at him.
"Oh, dear, I'm going again," J.P. sighed.
Roger and J.P. stepped aside as the other Lost Boys started to fight each other.
"No, no, please wait," Wendy soothed them, "I'll warn you of what a mother is."
The boys stopped and instantly rushed over, anxious to hear what Wendy had to say.
"Warn us, Wendy," the skunk crawled onto her lap.
"Yes, please warn us," Roger added.
"Well, a mother, a real mother is the coolest person in the world," Wendy explained as she started to miss her very own, "she's the voice of an angel saying goodnight to you, kissing your cheek, whispering 'goodnight'..."
This began to make Martin remember the sled team the first night he was reunited with his family.
Alaska had a reputation of being cold and today was no exception. At almost 30 degrees below zero outside, very few would dare venture outside for long periods of time. Outside of the town of Nome, there were tall snow-covered mountain ranges and forests that would stop any man are he was a mountain man or a city slicker to pause and stare with awe at the awesome landscape.
But there were some men who were immune to the land's harsh beauty and mostly because it was all they had ever known, also because the best of these men were out riding in the late morning on their snowmobiles. But these men were no pleasure riders like the ones in the lower 48. These men were professional racers and each one had their respective sponsors.
All the dozens of racers that stared this cross-country race days ago only fourteen yet had a winning chance.
At the head of the pack was Steele and Storm. Both were well-known racers respectively, but like any racer was they were extremely competitive once the race began. As the two kept racing on neck-and-neck, soon they realized the valley narrowed into a path wide enough for about one racer. Star, a racer on his team and shared Steele's same sponsor, yelled at him over the roar of the engines. "Steele, we're not gonna make it!"
Steele ignored him and tried to think at what he could yet do to win this race. He realized that the upgraded snowmobile engines were so loud that their riders could barely hear themselves think and if they could they were focused on their strategy, it was the reason they had gotten this far.
Seeing the opportunity, he stealthily slid his hand into his jacket and pulled out his revolver and it shot a smaller bullet. And as Steele pulled the trigger, the gunshot was drowned in the hum of the engines and no one seemed to take notice. What they did notice was Storm's belt snap away suddenly and came skidding to a halt at a fast rate, causing six other racers to smash into Storm while Steele took the lead while the other seven followed him in single file.
While the six other racers who had wiped out were wondering what on earth was going on, Storm knew exactly what just happened and as he saw Steele's black-and-white snowmobile speed off, who growled in frustration before shouting out an enraged "STEELE!!"
This yell was so loud that it echoed across the racetrack. Steele looked behind him and a smug smirk came into his face as he saw his main competition fade into the distance. As he turned his attention of the small town of Nome came into view, he was dimly aware of a flare coming over his head to signal his arrival.
Martin felt his forehead as he now had tears in his eyes, his memory faded and he saw himself back in Peter's hideout.
"I wanted to meet a mother..." Michael sniffled as he clung to his older sister.
"I miss m-me and my mother as well," Martin said, wiping off his tears.
Wendy nodded to them.
"I propose to leave the house immediately," John suggested.
"I agree with John," Martin said, allowing his headdress to fall away.
Then the Lost Boys asked if they could come as well.
"Of course, are you ready to grow up," Martin asked the Lost Boys.
"Uhh..." the Lost Boys weren't sure about that so much right now.
"We are," Roger and J.P. said.
"It's a very responsible decision," Martin grinned.
"How are you guys," J.P. asked the other Lost Boys.
The Lost Boys weren't so sure about coming back to society to grow up.
"Growing up doesn't seem like much fun, but it's your choice," Martin said, "you can stay here or come home with us."
The Lost Boys looked to each other, they did miss having mothers, but they did not want to grow up.
"Can you think about it," the rabbit asked.
"Of course..." Wendy nodded to them, "oh, if it's alright to Peter."
"Continue," Peter sounded betrayed, "go back to sleep! But I'm warning you. Once you're an adult, you will never come back! Never," he stormed away to his room.
Roger and J.P. remembered something and rushed to him.
"Peter, I have something to confess," J.P. said.
"What is this, guys," Peter asked.
Roger and J.P. looked to each other and nodded, but took off their baseball caps to show their long hair.
"Are you a real woman," Peter asked, out of shock.
Roger and J.P. bowed their heads.
"Uh-huh..." J.P. whispered, "our names are really Priscilla and Penelope."
"Yes," Roger nodded.
Peter frowned to them. "You lied to me...."
"We're very sorry, Peter," Roger and J.P. frowned.
"Huh..." Peter folded his arms at them with a frustrated scowl, "go to sleep, see if I care...." he stormed away.
"Are you mad at us," J.P. sounded like she feared the worst.
"I'm not mad," Peter frowned back before going to his bed, refusing to take it with the others to leave Never Land forever, "just a disappointment......"
"Perhaps we should have warned him the first day we got here," Roger frowned.
"We didn't know...." J.P. bit her lip.
"Oh, dear..." Wendy frowned at Peter's fowl mood.
"Well, guys, should we break up," John asked the others.
"Yes, let's go before we change our minds," Martin said.
Then the boys and two girls got ready to head out. The Lost Boys were going to come along as well for this.
"They'll return," Peter shrugged, lying in his hammock and decided to play his music, "perhaps having two girls on the team isn't so bad..."
Wendy wanted to see if Peter was going to come along. "Peter!"
The bagpipes kept playing and Peter did not leave his room.
Wendy sighed and was on her road upstairs with the others. "Farewell, Peter..." she continued her road up the stairs to catch up with the rest.
However, there was an unpleasant surprise. The Lost Boys and her brothers had been bound and gagged by pirates. Wendy was about to shriek out for help, but another pirate came behind her and cupped her mouth with his hand.
"Alright, men," Captain Hook commanded, "put them away."
"But what about the boy, Captain," one of the crew members asked, referring to Martin who seemed to be a hard one to keep a grip on.
"Let Muscles deal with him," Captain Hook said.
"You'll never get me," Martin sneered.
"Oh, yes," a big muscular man sneered from behind and caught a hold of him, able to hold him tight.
Martin fought and even gasped. "Hey! Let go!"
The muscular man shook his head and kept a firm hold on Martin to take him with the others. He even held him close in a hug-like fashion to make sure the boy wouldn't escape.
"Don't let him out of your sight," Captain Hook warned his strongest man.
The pirate man nodded and walked away with Martin at hand. Then Captain Hook appeared to be lowering a gift-wrapped box into Peter Pan's hideout. And where the present would be one that Peter Pan would never ever forget. After the present was delivered, Captain Hook and Smee followed the other pirates to the ship with their hostages.
After the present was delivered, Captain Hook and Smee followed the other pirates to the ship with their hostages. Teresa appeared to be wearing an ugly ragged olive green dress and puffy white short sleeves with black boots, a red bandana, and even had a golden earring on her left ear.
"Teresa?! What the hell are you wearing," Martin asked while attempting to get free.
"I'm a swashbuckler now..." Teresa smirked, looking rather evil, "shaking me timbers and getting ready for the table," she frowned, looking into the fourth wall, "timbers? Board? Pirates sure speak about very wood!"
"Now that you appear to be strong, boy; I'll have to hold a strong grip on you," the big muscular man warned Martin.
"Teresa, let them go," Wendy cried.
"No, I don't think so...." Teresa shrugged with a sinister smirk.
"Why not," Michael asked.
"I'm playing with the big boys now," Teresa grinned sickly.
"How can you work for Captain Hook," Martin asked while trying to get free.
"You brought this upon yourself," Teresa frowned, "ever since you became Peter's new ally, you forgot all about me!"
"What?! What is...ohh. Listen Teresa, I'll never forget you, you're my best friend," Martin warned her.
"TOO LATE, I'VE MADE UP MY MIND," Teresa cackled.
"Do you want to be serious with these guys," Martin asked.
"Like you don't care...." Teresa sounded hurt, "just wait until the boss comes here."
"Teresa, I don't care about you, you're my best friend and I would and could never forget you," Martin said while trying to break free from the strongman pirate's grip again.
"Huh," Teresa looked like she wasn't going to hear it.
"What have you pirates done to my best friend," Martin snarled.
"Show her the good life," Redbeard sneered, making his grip tighter on the boy.
Martin growled and frowned in despair that Teresa had changed.
A while later, the pirates started to sing as they had their victims all tied up to introduce Captain Hook. Wendy, her brothers, Nana and the Lost Boys and Roger and J.P. were tied up at a mast while Martin was yet being held against his will by muscle.
"Do what you want because a pirate is free, you are a pirate," Teresa sang with the other pirates.
'I yet can't believe she'll be with these guys,' Jesse thought to himself.
Smee danced along with the other pirates. Captain Hook found it annoying, where he knocked Smee out on the head, but looked to his victims. He started to warn them the pros about what would happen if they joined his crew, but then warned them the cons if they didn't join his crew. The con was mostly about if they didn't agree to go into the crew, that they would be forced to walk the plank. The choice was up to them.
"I'd rather die than join his crew," Martin whispered.
Captain Hook sat at a desk and had a contact and quill ready. One of the crew members cut them free, allowing the boys to run away to sign the contact.
"Boys," Wendy called, "aren't you disgraceful of yourself?"
"But Captain Hook is most disgusting, Wendy," John explained.
"Yes, he says we'll go on the plank if we don't," the rabbit reminded.
"Oh, dear, he doesn't; Peter Pan will save us," Wendy grinned.
"Peter Pan will save them," Captain Hook laughed like what Wendy said was a joke, "did you hear that, Smee?"
Smee laughed with him. This was confusing Martin and Teresa at why they were laughing about Peter Pan going to save the children.
"But a thousand forgiven, my darling," Captain Hook said to Wendy, "I don't think you're in for our little joke. You see, we left a gift for Peter. A kind of surprise package, you might say. Why can I see our little friend right now, reading the tender inscription..."
"What are you speaking about," Teresa asked.
"Don't you remember our appointment," Captain Hook smirked.
"Yes, and you said you wouldn't hurt Peter," Teresa hissed.
"Now, now, my darling, I think I said I wouldn't put a finger or a hook on Peter Pan..." Captain Hook reminded her, "I won't hurt him, but his gift is."
"You dirty double crosser," Teresa frowned.
"I'm a man of my word......" Captain Hook pinched her cheek with his good hand with a dark grin, "could he only see inside the package, he would find an ingenious little device."
"Set, then if the clock is like that..." Smee added as he made his hands look like a clock reading '6:00'.
"Peter Pan will be blown out of Never Land forever," Captain Hook finished.
"I have to save him," Martin said.
"Oh, I'm afraid you're not going anywhere, my boy," Captain Hook taunted him.
Teresa knew this was going too far and decided to set Martin free from the grip, hoping the strongman pirate was ticklish. The man growled as he kept a firm hold on Martin.
Teresa pulled out the Indian feather she was given last night and tickled the strong and brutish man with it. "Tickle, tickle, tickle..." she said in a baby voice, but kept her stoic expression.
Redbeard did feel the feather, but wasn't ticklish but decided that if he let Martin go and try to save Peter; that it would possibly murder the boy.
"C'mon, let's get you out of here," Teresa whispered.
"Teresa, you didn't get frustrated," Martin whispered back in shock.
"You may have hurt me during this adventure, but you're my best friend," Teresa said, not grinning, but she sounded hopeful and happy toward him.
"Thanks, Teresa, but right now; I have to go and save Peter Pan from the bomb," Martin said before taking off to the heavens, somehow yet having some pixie dust on him.
"Go, go," Teresa whispered, seeming to be rushing him.
Martin nodded to her and flew away.
"But time will be short," Captain Hook pulled out his watch as it was getting closer to 6:00 as he counted down, "we only have eighteen seconds...fifteen seconds....thirteen seconds....twelve seconds..."
Tinkerbell seemed to be at Martin's side.
"Tinkerbell," Martin asked in surprise, "what are you doing here?"
"I have to save Peter," Tinkerbell warned him in her language.
"We'll save him together," Martin warned her.
Tinkerbell nodded in agreement, keeping up with Martin this time, but yet rushed before they would run out of time. And where they would make it in time hopefully.
Meanwhile, Peter was waiting anxiously for it to be 6:00.
"Well, I think I can open it now..." Peter shrugged, but started to undo the ribbon to open his surprise present.
Martin and Tinkerbell flew down to the hideout at rocket speed.
"PETER, STOP," Martin exclaimed once he came into Peter's bedroom.
"Oh, hi, guys," Peter grinned, showing the present, "look at what Teresa and Wendy left me!"
Tinkerbell tried to pull the present off.
"Peter, it's not from Teresa or Wendy; it's from Captain Hook, and it's not a gift, it's a bomb," Martin warned him.
"A bomb," Peter asked.
"Yes, from Captain Hook," Tinkerbell added urgently.
Peter snorted. "Don't be ridiculous......" he attempted to open his present, but there seemed to be smoke rising from inside of it.
"Get on deck," Martin yelled, catching the bomb and throwing it across the hideout, thinking it would be thrown right out of the hideout.
The clock rang as soon as the time hit and there was now a huge explosion. The explosion was so big that everyone on the ship thought that the boys had died.
"And then passes a worthy opponent and his new friend..." Captain Hook said, removing his hat for respect.
"Amen," Smee added.
"NO," Teresa grew disheartened.
"What's wrong," Captain Hook asked her, "isn't that what you wanted? Martin suffers from Pan......"
"MARTIN IS MY OLDEST FRIEND," Teresa sounded like she was going to explode, "MURDERING HIM IS LIKE YOU JUST MURDERED MY FAMILY!!"
"Then you wouldn't have him dead," Captain Hook asked.
"I didn't think you would actually do it," Teresa tugged at her bow.
"What did you expect from Hook," Roger asked.
"Oi..." Teresa was in both despair and annoyance.
The fox held onto Roger and J.P. held onto John.
Meanwhile, the hideout had been reduced to rubble.
"Hook...it was a bomb," Peter felt foolish right now, "if it hadn't been for Tinkerbell or Martin..." he gasped, "Tinkerbell! Martin!"
"Over here," Martin moaned as he moved the rubble that would have crushed them.
Peter followed Martin's voice and found him.
"That was close," Martin said before noticing Tinkerbell not next to him, "wait, where's Tink?"
"Tink," Peter called, who growled in frustration before shouting out an enraged "TINKERBELL!!"
This yell was so loud that it echoed across the palm trees. They saw a flickering light and heard a jingling bell, warning them that Tinkerbell was yet alive.
"Tink, are you alright," Peter asked his pixie friend.
Tinkerbell weakly responded, but she was yet alright.
"We're not going to leave you," Martin said.
"Tink, don't go out," Peter called to his oldest friend, "you mean more to me than anything else in this world!"
"We have to get out of here," Martin warned him and Tinkerbell.
"C'mon, I know a road out," Peter replied as he held Tinkerbell in his hands.
"And now...what will it be," Captain Hook asked his hostages after the loss of Martin and Peter, "the pen...or the plank?!"
"Captain Hook, we will never be your crew," Wendy said with a deep scowl.
"And I'd rather die than be in your crew," Teresa frowned at the evil captain.
"Take care of yourself," Captain Hook frowned in her face.
Teresa, in return, spit his eye.
"Bad choice, my darling," Captain Hook said.
Teresa lowly growled.
"You and Wendy are going to be the first to go on the plank," Captain Hook warned her.
Teresa and Wendy nodded, but came to the group of the others.
"Farewell, boys," Wendy warned her brothers.
"Oh, Wendy, we'll miss you," Michael frowned.
"It was very nice to meet you," J.P. sniffled.
Roger hugged Wendy and then Teresa as farewells.
"Be strong, John," Wendy warned him.
"I'm going to try that, Wendy," John promised his sister.
"Farewell..." Michael started to weep.
"C'mon, you brats, let's do this," Redbeard frowned.
The other pirates roared and growled, forcing Teresa and Wendy to get on with it. This looked like it could be the end for both of them. The two girls climbed up on the plank, looking down to their future watery grave. Teresa bore a grim expression while Wendy let a tear roll down her cheek. The both of them, thinking this was the end, took one last step and fell off the plank, heading into the ocean.
"Wendy! Teresa," Michael cried.
Then the two dropped down. Captain Hook smirked eagerly, but then instantly frowned as something was missing; the splash of death.
"N-N-No splashing, Captain," Smee said, afraid after not seeing a ripple in the ocean.
"Not a sound," Hook added.
Smee pointed into the water. "Not a flowering ripple!"
"It's a jinx, that's what it is," another pirate added in.
Unknown to any of them; Martin, Peter and Tinkerbell had survived the blast and had saved Teresa and Wendy. Peter carried Wendy while Martin carried Teresa, they stayed silent and hidden for now. Even if it was funny for the pirates to believe that the ocean could be jinxed. The Lost Boys, the Darling brothers, Roger and J.P. just stood in stunned silence, hearing the frustrated pigeon shout her name.
"No splashing, Captain," another pirate said.
"Well...you want a splash, Mr. Starsky," Captain Hook smirked at him, but caught him and threw him into the water, "I'LL GIVE YOU A SPLASH!! Who's next?!"
"You're next, Hook," two voices called to the pirate captain.
"These voices," Roger grinned.
"It can't be..." J.P. added, surprised, but happy, but she had to be imagining or hearing facts though.
Captain Hook and Smee were spooked, they saw Martin and Peter were alive and well.
"Say your prayers, Hook," Peter pulled out his sword.
"Yes, because it'll probably be the last one you'll ever make," Martin added.
The others cheered to see Peter and Martin.
"And the girls," Michael grinned once he saw his older sister and cousin were alright.
"They're blooming ghosts, Captain," Smee said, afraid.
"We assure you that these two ghosts will feel pain," Redbeard warned him.
"I'll show you the ghosts have blood in their veins," Hook hijacked, "I'll drive them straight through!"
"C'mon, Martin, this is not a fire drill," Peter warned his new ally.
"I know and I'm ready to fight," Martin said.
"Captain, I'm going to fight past your side, and then we can get rid of these brats for good," Redbeard said.
"I don't want anymore of it," Captain Hook said.
"It's perfect," Redbeard said.
It was now a fair fight, two-against-two. Peter and Martin nodded to each other and got ready.
"I've been waiting for this," Redbeard frowned at Peter Pan.
Captain Hook drew his sword as it was a pirate attack between good against evil. The two boys were now about to fight them and Peter was going to be surprised with how strong Redbeard was. Peter was tormenting Hook like he usually did so. The others watched the fight in suspense and concern, especially as Redbeard caught one of the cannons.
"What in the world," Peter reacted in shock to that.
"Captain, permission to destroy these two," Redbeard asked.
"Permission granted," Captain Hook growled.
Redbeard smirked evilly as he now used the cannon at his own club against the two boys. This actually looked like a fatal end for Martin and Peter. Captain Hook was liking this very much as Redbeard was hitting the boys with the cannon like a club.
"Batter up," Redbeard called out before hitting the two like baseballs, sending them flying into the front of the ship.
Wendy was terrified and shocked. "We have to help them and get away!"
"But how," Teresa asked.
"Huh..." John tried to think, being the logical one to all of them now since Martin and Peter were fighting.
Redbeard came over to the two boys as did Captain Hook as the muscular pirate lifted up the two boys like they were nothing, but then he felt half of his strength gone.
"I'm sorry, Peter..." Martin said, "I feel like I'm not suitable for this guy..."
The pirates went after the Lost Boys, the Darling siblings, Teresa, Roger, J.P. and Nana. Nana snarled and jumped in front of the pirates, barking like a guard dog since they were threatening the children she looked after back at home. This caused the pirates to laugh, thinking that she couldn't hurt them. Nana growled and went after one pirate and bit him firmly on his backside. This made the pirate yell out in pain.
"You mess with my kids, you mess with me," Nana snarled.
"Yes, go, Nana," Michael cheered.
One pirate got Nana off and threw her down on the board. Nana growled and kept lunging after the pirates.
"Come, while they're distracted," Nana said, running off the other road on deck.
The crocodile came into the water, waiting for Captain Hook to possibly fall into the water where he could eat. Martin and Peter began to fight back as they now realized that Redbeard somehow lost half of his strength, Martin fought him while Peter fought Captain Hook.
"Let's try this again," Peter said with a smirk.
"You had it," Martin agreed.
Captain Hook and Redbeard weren't going to give up though, this madness in Never Land had to end now. And where it would end with the two for the four of them victorious while the other two were defeated.
"Keep your fire..." John said as he grouped with the Lost Boys, Roger, J.P. and Teresa as the pirates were climbing after them, "steady, men...steady...FIRE!!"
Then the Lost Boys used their weapons against the pirates. One pirate came up and was trying to slice John, but Tinkerbell helped him dodge each blade strike. And where it was annoying the pirate as he was trying to murder John. Michael hit the pirate on his head with his teddy bear, which actually made a painful clanging noise.
"Michael, what is your teddy bear made of," Roger asked.
"I put a cannonball inside him," Michael explained.
"This makes sense and that's very smart," J.P. said.
Michael grinned bashfully.
"How do you think it goes for Martin and Peter," Roger asked.
"I'm sure they had it," Teresa said before one pirate caught her and pulled her down, "LET GO!!"
The pirate laughed at her. Michael used his teddy bear as a weapon again as he hit the pirate on the head. The pirate let go of Teresa. Teresa almost fell, but she caught hold of the rope and did her best to climb after the others.
Peter kept tormenting Captain Hook like he usually did so. Martin continued to fight away Redbeard like a boxer.
"Get this brat," Captain Hook warned Redbeard.
"Aye-Aye, Captain," Redbeard saluted before he began to fight like a boxer against Martin.
Martin dodged every chance he had, but this guy was a lot stronger than he had hoped for. But he was able to hold on in the fight as it seemed as this guy was now easy to fight.
"I don't know where you came from, but you wish you were there with your mum," Redbeard mocked Martin.
This didn't faze Martin as he just continued to fight him. The others were able to make the pirates throw themselves overboard. The only ones left now were just Captain Hook and Peter, along with Redbeard and Martin.
"This is it..." Teresa whispered as she stayed close to the Lost Boys, Nana and her cousins.
"We just have to pray that Martin and Peter will win," J.P. whispered.
Teresa said nothing about mentioning prey, but she rolled her eyes on the inside.
"I yet don't know if I'm ready to grow up," Cubby pouted.
"If we take them home again as Peter and Martin win, we'll stay here," the rabbit agreed.
"Uh-huh," the raccoon twins said.
"I'm yet going back home," Roger said.
"Suit yourselves," the Lost Boys warned their 'Lost Girls'.
Then the Lost Boys hugged Roger and T.J., going to miss them very much.
"We'll miss you boys as well," J.P. said.
The fox wiped his eye with his tail as he seemed to weep.
They would all say their farewells after they knew Peter and Martin would defeat Captain Hook and Redbeard the pirate. And where it seemed as though the two of them were going to win against the two pirates pretty easily. The crocodile was eagerly and anxiously waiting for his dinner.
"C'mon, Captain Hook and Redbeard, you two are doing this too easily," Martin smirked.
"I've just had about enough of your childish games," Captain Hook sneered.
"Same here," Redbeard included.
Tinkerbell looked concerned for Peter at some points.
"Captain, I have a brilliant idea," Redbeard whispered before he began to whisper his entire plan to the evil captain.
"Time out," Captain Hook called before leaning in to listen to Redbeard's secret plan.
Martin and Peter just smugly smirked as they knew they could already win this one. Once Captain Hook heard Redbeard's whole plan, he grinned evilly, liking this plan.
"I don't like that look in his eyes..." Martin whispered.
"Ah, c'mon, what's the worst that can happen," Peter scoffed.
"You're right," Martin shrugged.
"We could fight you two with one hand tied behind your back," Peter frowned to the two pirates.
"Yes," Martin included.
"Oh, Martin, why do you have to be so silly," Teresa moaned to her best friend's determination.
"Is he always like that," Wendy asked.
"You have no idea....." Teresa sighed as Martin went to help Peter against Captain Hook once and for all, though she was sure this would not be the last she would hear of Never Land.
"You are cowards," Redbeard said.
"We'll show you cowards, codfish bait," Martin sneered bravely.
"How about you two fight us without flying," Redbeard smirked.
This made the others concerned.
"Very good," Peter gave in about the Oreo deal.
Then Captain Hook and Redbeard battled against Peter and Martin to be done with them for good and they had promised not to fly, which seemed like a dumb move. Martin looked like he was having a bit of difficulty. Redbeard laughed darkly to Martin.
"I won't let you win," Martin frowned, "good always triumphs over evil!"
"We'll see about that, boy," Redbeard smirked as he caught Martin's wrist and was about to throw him away.
Martin's eyes widened slightly at that. Captain Hook managed to get Peter on the ground and chucked off his sword. It looked like doomsday for both Martin and Peter.
'Martin, Peter, be careful,' Wendy thought to herself.
Teresa caught on her bow in slight concern for Martin and Peter's safety. Soon Redbeard began to spin Martin around above him like a lasso.
"Who-o-oa," Martin yelped as he spun around and cupped his mouth.
"Fly, guys, fly," Wendy urged.
"No, we gave our words," Peter replied firmly.
Soon Redbeard sent Martin flying towards Peter.
"Woah," Martin yelped.
The crocodile swam through the waters and smirked to Captain Hook, letting for him fall where he could eat the evil captain for breakfast at last. Martin and Peter collided with each other. Peter almost toppled from Martin's pressure.
"Excellent work," Captain Hook smirked.
"Sure, Boss," Redbeard smirked back.
"Peter, we're losing it," Martin sounded horrified.
"No, we're not. If you can give me a lift, I can jump up and catch the flag, and we can use it on Captain Hook and Redbeard," Peter whispered to him.
"You sure," Martin asked.
"I'm always sure," Peter firmly promised.
"Alright then," Martin said.
"Now," Peter called.
Then Martin helped Peter up as promised and agreed upon while everyone else watched. The crocodile looked rather impatient and hungry at Captain Hook, but he did wait. And soon where Peter got the flag and used it to trap Hook and Redbeard and took their swords where he and Martin could use them as their defense.
"You're ours, Hook," Martin and Peter frowned as they had turned the tables while keeping true to their word with the fiendish pirates.
This made everyone cheer.
"Split him to the chest," Michael cheered as Wendy hugged him.
"Now, boys, why don't you just lay down your swords," Redbeard grinned hesitantly.
"You wouldn't give old Hook in, would you, boys," Hook looked very anxious to himself, "we'll disappear forever...we'll do everything you say!"
"Well, alright..." Peter said before smirking to his old enemy, "if you...say you're a codfish!"
"Yes and the same with you, Redbeard," Martin grinned.
Captain Hook gulped hesitantly. "I'm a codfish."
"HEAR BOTH OF YOU," Martin pointed the sword firmly to them.
"WE'RE CODFISH," Hook and Redbeard yelled out.
This caused Wendy, Teresa, Michael and John and the Lost Boys and Girls to cheer. Even the crocodile was enjoying this.
"Alright, boys, you can go and never come back," Peter said before chucking off Ruber's sword and did his infamous rooster call out of victory.
Then Hook smirked darkly as he was going to murder the boy with his hook instead of his sword this time.
"GUYS," Teresa gaped.
Redbeard was about to catch Martin in a bear hug. Martin and Peter smirked and dodged them as if they knew that was going to happen. And soon where Captain Hook and Redbeard fell overboard.
"Farewell, villains," Teresa waved.
Soon Captain Hook, Redbeard and Smee rowed as fast as they could from Tick Tock as it began to chase them. Captain Hook cried out for Smee in grief as the crocodile's wishes had eventually been fulfilled.
"We'll get you for this, you brats," Redbeard called out.
"In your dreams," Martin called with a laugh.
"Something warns me that this won't be the last of them," Teresa shrugged.
The pirates escaped as the crocodile tormented Captain Hook and Redbeard as they left Never Land, maybe and hopefully, forever.
"Hooray for Captain Pan and his neighbor Martin," the Lost Boys and Girls cheered.
Martin and Peter grinned to the others as they bowed like gentlemen to the others as they had defeated Captain Hook.
"Peter, I want to be your next boss, but I think it'd be best if I went home with Teresa, Wendy, Michael, John, Penelope and Priscilla," Martin said.
"We're sailing to London," Peter replied maturely, "I was going to take you all home after this any matter."
"Thank you all, Peter," Martin grinned, "I mean 'Captain Pan.'"
Peter grinned back and nodded. "I'll miss you very much, Martin."
"I'll miss you as well," Martin grinned gently to Peter as they were on their road out.
"John! Michael! We're going home," Wendy called for her brothers.
The fox looked mournful to see Roger and J.P. going, especially Roger.
"You alright, Slightly," J.P. asked him.
"I'll just miss you girls," Slightly frowned.
"Oh, we'll miss you as well...." J.P. frowned back.
"I want to try something with you before you go though..." Slightly put his hands on her shoulders, "Peter warned me that Teresa tried this with him...that's called a kiss."
"A kiss," J.P. asked.
"Here...let me show you," Slightly said.
Tinkerbell was getting into position until she looked over and saw Slightly and J.P. were kissing.
"It looks like we've had two lovebirds," Martin said.
Slightly and J.P. grinned together.
"You know, I'm not sure if I'm ready to grow up," Slightly said.
"I neither..." J.P. agreed.
"Really," Roger asked.
"I'm sorry, Roger, but I think I'll be a little longer with the Lost Boys," Roger said as she put her arm around their fox friend, "you can go though."
"We understand," J.P. said.
The Lost Boys and the girls shared a swift hug together as it would be the last for a rather long while.
"Pixie dust," Peter called to Tinkerbell to make the ship fly in the air to London.
And soon where Tinkerbell used her pixie dust to make the ship fly. They were now going through the heavens as they were on their road back to the Darling home.
Back at the Darling household, it was well after 11:00 as George and Mary were eventually coming back home after their big evening. And they were now going upstairs to check on the children.
"George, I'm so glad you changed your mind about Wendy," Mary said as they were on their road up, "after all, they're yet children."
"Maybe I was a little harsh on poor people," George said.
"I wonder where Nana is," Mary wondered since they had made the dog sleep outside right before they left.
"Oh, I wish Martin's guy brought her in..." George shrugged.
Mary opened the door and gasped once she saw Wendy wasn't in her bed, but then looked past the window to see Wendy was actually right there. And where she saw Penelope who she didn't recognize. "Wendy, what the hell are you doing there?"
"Huh," Wendy awakened, but grinned to Mary and ran to her with a hug, "oh, Mum, we're back!"
"Back," George asked.
"Everything except J.P. and the other Lost Boys," Wendy said, "they weren't ready yet."
"Ready," George asked.
"To grow up, that's why they went back to Never Land," Roger said as she seemed to grin at John sleeping and thought he looked kind of cute.
"Never Land," George asked as Nana nuzzled against Michael, glad that he was safe and sound.
"Yes, but I am," Wendy said.
"Are..." George was obviously too tired.
"Ready to grow up," Wendy grinned.
"And so am I," Roger grinned.
"Who are you, my darling," Mary asked.
"My name is Penelope," the girl replied, "I was a lost boy before, but I decided to come here to grow up, especially after meeting your charming and brave son, John."
"Well, maybe you girls could take the time to grow up; besides, you're children after all," George said.
"Oh, but Mum, it was such a wonderful adventure," Wendy beamed as Nana helped tuck in the others, "Tinkerbell and the mermaids and Peter Pan! He was the most wonderful of them all, and Martin even helped him in a second order! Why, whether they were taken------"
"Taken," George asked.
"Uh-huh," Wendy nodded before continuing on, "I knew Peter Pan and Martin would save us and they did so, and we called them codfish! Oh, um...Captain Hook and his minion Redbeard, I mean..."
"It's true," Roger grinned.
"Mary, I'm going to bed....." George gave up, he dealt with enough for one day and walked away with a very exhausted yawn.
"Doesn't he look good as a captain, Wendy," Roger asked.
"You seem rather close to John, Penelope," Wendy smirked slightly.
Roger blushed at the smirk. "Well, he works fine."
"It looks like John has found a girlfriend," Mary grinned. She was about to close the window until she saw something unusual. "George...George!"
"Oh, what now, Mary," George sighed until he looked out the window with them and saw a ship flying close the moon, "Nana...did you see that?"
"I was there," Nana barked.
"What's going on," Martin yawned.
Teresa awakened as well and looked with her relatives as they saw a clouded ship in the darkest night.
"You know, I have the weirdest feeling I've ever seen that ship before, a long time ago if I was very young," George seemed to grin.
"Oh, George," Mary grinned.
"Dad..." Wendy hugged her father.
"Uncle George," Teresa grinned once her uncle wasn't being a grouch anymore.
They all looked out the window to watch the ship cloud pass by as they all felt very safe and warm together as they thought about the second star from the right.
Executive ProducersDENNIS DESHAZERSHERYL STAMPS LEACH
Senior ProducerJIM ROWLEY
ProducersJEFF GITTLEMARTHA DATEMA LIPSCOMB
DirectorBRUCE DECK
WriterREBECCA SELF SNIDER
Production DesignerJESS NELSON
Musical DirectorBOB SINGLETON
Lyricist/ComposerSTEPHEN BATES
Educational SpecialistsMARY ANN DUDKO, Ph.D.MARGIE LARSEN, M.Ed.
Performance DirectorPENNY WILSON
Cast:Voice of Barney... BOB WESTBarney's Body Costume... DAVID JOYNERVoice of Baby Bop... JULIE JOHNSONBaby Bop's Body Costume... JEFF AYERSVoice of B.J. ... PATTY WIRTZB.J.'s Body Costume... JEFF BROOKS
Cast:Shawn... JOHN DAVID BENNETT, IITosha... HOPE CERVANTESStella the Storyteller... PHYLLIS CICEROJason... MICHAEL KROSTKathy... LAUREN KINGJuan... MICHAEL KROST
Cast:Carlos... COREY LOPEZMin... PIA MANALOJulie... SUSANNAH WETZELRainbow Beard... STEPHEN WHITE
Associate DirectorERIC NORBERG
Stage ManagerTERRIE DAVIS MANNING
Lighting DesignerSTEVEN BRILL
EditorMCKEE SMITH
Audio DirectorDAVID M. BOOTHE
Art DirectorELIZABETH SAGAN VELTEN
Wardrobe Supervisor/DesignerLISA O. ALBERTSON
Technical Operations SupervisorRANDY BREEDLOVE
Video EngineerBINK WILLIAMS
Camera OperatorsLARRY ALLEN OZ COLEMANTOM COX BRUCE HARMON
Production AudioRONALD G. BALENTINE
Boom OperatorsJAMES JOHNSONDAVID SMITH
Lighting DirectorCASEY COOK
Key GripBUZ CANNON
Lighting Board OperatorTODD DAVIS
Grip/ElectricJAMES EDWARDS
Construction SupervisorCHARLES BAILEY
Craft Shop SupervisorRAY HENRY
Art/Craft CoordinatorAMY ATHERTON
Set DresserAGGIE DAVIS-BROOKS
DraftspersonCHRISTOPHER MCCRAY
Craft/Prop ArtistMARK BROGAN
Props/Special EffectsDAVID COBB
CarpentersTY M. BURNSDANNY SMITH
Scenic PainterE. (BILL) SLETTE
Swing CrewCARMELLO GONZALES
Costume Shop ManagerGEORGIA FORD WAGENHURST
Costume TechnicianD.J. SEGLER
Costume SewingNATALIE SERGI-SAARISUSIE THENNES
Make-Up DesignerJEANIE L. D'IORIO
Hair StylistDEBRA HERTEL HAEFLING
Costume/Wardrobe AssistantsBRIAN N. BLEVINSJANET BUSH SANTIAGO MOLENA
Field ProducerSANDY JANZTEN
Post VideotapeDUDLEY ASAFF
Post Production AudioDENICE CROWELLCRAIG CHASTAIN
Production Office ManagerSUE SHINN
Script SupervisorCATHERINE REYNOLDS
Production CoordinatorsJULIE HUTCHINGSKELLY MAHER
Production AccountantDEBBIE COTTLE
Production SecretaryAUSTIN GRAY
Asst. to Performance DirectorDAVID VOSS
Production AssistantJOEL ZOCH
Barney Music DepartmentJILL HANCE CHARLES KINGJONATHAN SMITH ETHEL WADSWORTH
For Singleton Productions, Inc.KEITH DAVENPORT LARRY HARONMIKE PIETZSCH
Educational Research StaffPATSY J. ROEBLES GOODWIN, M.Ed.KIMBERLY THORNTON, M.Ed.JOY STARR
Children's TeacherSANDRA GILPIN
Children's SupervisorMARY EVANS
Barney and the Backyard Gang™ and Barney & Friends®were originally developed by Sheryl Leach,Kathy Parker and Dennis DeShazer.
Vocal Performances Enhanced with Help fromSingleton Productions, Inc.
"I Love You" • Lyrics by Lee Bernstein (BMI)
Special Thanks toTom Rennen of Intelligent Light Digital ImagingCochran Chapel Child Development Center
Original Barney, Baby Bop and B.J.Costumes byIRENE COREY DESIGNASSOCIATES
Produced byTHE LYONS GROUP ANDCONNECTICUT PUBLIC TELEVISION
For Connecticut Public TelevisionExecutives in ChargeLARRY RIFKINSHARON BLAIR
Executive in ChargeRICHARD C. LEACH
BARNEY & FRIENDS • The Treasure of Rainbow BeardCopyright 1953 • Lyons Partnership, L.P.