Peter Pan & Wendy

Avast, you hornswoggler.

- Avast yourself. I'll run you through.

I'll tear you limb from limb.

Hey.

Your time is running out, Peter Pan.

- Peter Pan doesn't care about time.

Watch out for the crocodile.

You watch out for the crocodile.

- And, Wendy, please don't wait to the last minute to pack.

I won't, Mother.

-The train is at 8 o'clock sharp tomorrow. -Mother, I heard you.

I'll be ready.

- Out of the way, Mother. Where's that treasure?

Where is it? Aha!

No, give it back!

John, give it back.

I've got it!

I've got the treasure.

I've got the treasure.

I've got the treasure.

Got you.

Where is it?

- Captain Hook, I'm getting a little tired.

Maybe we can take a break?

- Are you forfeiting? Are you giving up?

I've got you cornered, Peter. Your Lost Boys are nowhere to be seen.

No one will save you now!

You're not forgetting about me, are you? Michael, give me your treasure.

Now leave Hook to me.

Make way, Captain, lest I run you through!

Go, Wendy!

Come on, Wendy.

Go, Wendy.

Don't hurt him!

-You giving up, Captain? -- No.

No, you're just...

What was that?

Not again.

Who's responsible for this?

-Wendy? -John, you tattletale!

-I didn't say anything. -It wasn't my fault!

-It was their silly game! -Now, now.

-And they started it, it wasn't me! -Enough!

Sword.

Sword, hats.

Nana.

Father, can't she just stay for a little while?

No, she cannot.

Honestly, Wendy, is this how you want to spend your last night at home?

-It was just a bit of fun. -Exactly.

You are too old for this to be the type of fun that you are having.

Nana. Come on.

Wendy, why did you say that?

Why did you say it was our fault?

You're a pirate, aren't you? It's every man for himself.

They suit you, Wendy.

You should take them with you.

I'd rather not.

Come along, boys, into bed.

-It wasn't my fault. -I know, John.

Mother, why does Captain Hook hate Peter Pan?

- That's a very good question, one that we will have to ponder,

tomorrow.

Wendy.

May I come in?

You really must set a better example for your brothers.

They look up to you so much.

That's what they have you for.

They need me to be their mother

and your father to be their father.

But they need you to be their big sister.

You give them something that neither of us can.

They will follow your lead, so you must be a good leader.

How am I supposed to do that if I'm off at boarding school, Mother?

By going with your head held high

to start with.

If a young lady is lucky enough, at a certain age, she goes off to school.

To get ready for the life ahead of her.

What if I don't want that life?

It's what I did when I was your age.

What if I don't want your life?

What is it that you're afraid of, my love?

I want things to stay the way they are.

The way they are?

Wendy, look, you scarcely fit in your bed.

You're growing up.

Perhaps, I don't want to grow up.

You can't stop time, Wendy.

It'll march on whether you like it or not.

Just imagine all the things you would miss out on,

if you didn't see where it took you.

And all the things the world would miss

if you weren't there to do them.

It's time to drift away, my loves

And dream of cooing turtle doves

For when I turn to switch the light

I know you'll grow up overnight

Fly off into the cloudless skies

Where twinkling stars will fill your eyes

I'll miss you dearly My brave little ones

All grown up now in the morning sun

- Gotcha!

I can't... What was happening?

Was I dreaming?

You were flying.

How?

A little bug did it.

I don't think that's a bug.

Well, it's a... It's a...

She is a fairy.

And if I know one thing about fairies,

it's they don't take kindly to being called bugs.

-- Are you... -Peter Pan?

Were you expecting someone else?

We weren't expecting anyone at all.

They always act so surprised.

I always envisioned you as being...

-Taller? -No, smaller actually.

Oh, no, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant.

I'm... Well... I... How are you real?

I thought you were just a bedtime story.

Why can't I be both?

I like hearing stories about myself.

And your mother's very good at telling them.

Now, let's see here.

Excuse me, you can't just go through all our stuff.

Where are you hiding?

Oh please, be careful.

This is very delicate.

What are you doing here?

One, we've to get you out of here.

And, two...

My shadow.

Your shadow?

It's trying to get away, and I've only got one.

You're making this harder than it has to be.

- Oh.

There you are.

Oh.

Got it.

Lights out, shadow.

Get it, Peter, get it.

Oh, almost got it!

There it is.

Your hat! I've got your hat!

Go, go, go!

Ha! Got you!

When will you learn you can't get anywhere without me, old friend.

No, that time doesn't count.

-Hold still. -- Maybe I could help you with that.

Here. Let me see.

It's okay, Tink. Wendy wouldn't hurt me.

-Can't she speak? -Of course, she can.

You just haven't learnt to hear her right.

Well, you're very small, Tinker Bell.

-What's she saying? -She says "All fairies are small.

-"That's what makes them fairies." -Oh.

How'd you know my name, Peter Pan?

I heard your mother call you.

-"Wendy, time to wake up," she says. -Time to wake up.

-"Wendy, time for school." -Wendy, time for school.

-"Wendy, bedtime." -Wendy, bedtime.

But you never want to go.

You've been watching me?

-Sometimes. -Why?

Because I've been waiting for you to say it.

-Say what? -Same thing I said, once upon a time.

I don't want to grow... Ow!

-Ow! Ow! -I was only...

You stabbed me. You stabbed me in the heart.

Your heart is in your foot?

Isn't yours?

When Mr. Bear gets hurt, Mama gives him a kiss to make it better.

What's a kiss?

You don't know what a kiss is?

No, but I think I need one.

Well, I...

No.

Um...

This is a kiss.

I like it. I like it very much.

Now, do you feel better?

Yes. Good as new.

What's she saying?

- That it's high time we go. - Go where?

To one place in the entire universe where you can really be yourself.

Where there are no rules, no schools, no bedtimes, no mothers and fathers,

-and most of all... -No growing up.

That most of all.

Oh, you are you talking about Neverland?

Surely, we couldn't there though?

-Of course, you could. -But how do you get there?

That's... the fun part.

This suddenly seems like a terrible idea.

I've always dreamed of flying.

It's the easiest thing in the world.

All you have to do, is fill your head with happy thoughts.

That's it?

Oh, right. And a little pixie dust.

What is it?