Mac and Bloo Meet Peter Pan

Mac and Bloo Meet Peter Pan is the second film in The Adventures of Mac and Bloo. It is proceeded by Mac and Bloo Meet The Wizard of Oz and followed by Mac, Bloo, and Friends in Candy Land The Great Lollipop Adventure.

Plot
(the film starts with the "MacandBloo4ever Pictures" trademark logo and the opening of The Adventures of Mac and Bloo, the classic blue "Walt Disney Pictures" logo is shown, "The Second Star to the Right" is sung as the opening credits roll)

RKO Raido Pictures, distributed by RKO Radio Pictures, Inc.

Walt Disney presents, a MacandBloo4ever film

Mac and Bloo Meet Peter Pan

An adaptation of the play "Peter Pan" by Sir James M. Barrie

Color by Technicolor

Walt Disney Productions is grateful to the Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street, London, to which Sir James M. Barrie gave his copyright of Peter Pan

With the talents of Bobby Driscoll, Kathryn Beaumont, Hans Conried, Bill Thompson, Sean Marquette, Keith Ferguson, Tara Strong, Eleanor Audley, Heather Angel, Paul Collins, Tommy Luske, Candy Candido, Tom Conway, Roland Dupree, Don Barclay

Sound Director: C.O. Slyfield

Sound Recording: Harold J. Steck, Robert O. Cook

Film Editor: Donald Halliday

Music Editor: Al Teeter

Special Processes: UB Iwerks

Copyright MCMLII Walt Disney Productions All Rights Reserved

Musical Score by Oliver Wallace

Songs by Sammy Fain, Sammy Cahn, Oliver Wallace, Frank Churchill, Erdman Penner, Winston Hibler, Ted Sears

Orchestration: Edward Plumb

Vocal Arrangements: Jud Conlon

Story: Ted Sears, Erdman Penner, Bill Peet, Winston Hibler, Joe Rinaldi, Milt Banta, Ralph Wright, Bill Cottrell

Layout: Charles Philippi, McLaren Stewart, Tom Codrick, A. Kendall O'Connor, Hugh Hennesy, Ken Anderson, Don Griffith, Al Zinnen, Thor Putnam, Lance Nolley

Color and Styling: Mary Blair, John Hench, Claude Coats, Don Da Gradi

Backgrounds: Ralph Hulett, Ray Huffine, Art Riley, Thelma Witmer, Al Dempster, Dick Anthony, Eyvind Earle, Brice Mack, Art Landy

Directing Animators: Milt Kahl, Frank Thomas, Wolfgang Reitherman, Ward Kimball, Ollie Johnston, Marc Davis, Eric Larson, John Lounsbery, Les Clark, Norm Ferguson

Character Animators: Hal King, Cliff Nordberg, Fred Moore, Bob Carlson, Hal Ambro, Harvey Toombs, Ken O'Brien, Don Lusk, Bill Justice, Judge Whitaker, Marvin Woodward, Jerry Hathcock, Hugh Fraser, Art Stevens, Eric Cleworth, Clair Weeks

Effects Animators: George Rowley, Joshua Meador, Dan MacManus, Blaine Gibson

Directors: Hamilton Luske, Clyde Geronimi, Wilfred Jackson, MacandBloo4ever

(the camera moves over London at night)

Narrator: All this has happened before. And it will all hapen again. But this time it happened in London. It happened on a quiet street in Bloomsbury.

(the camera zooms in on Darling family's house)

Narrator: That corner house over there is the home of the Darling family. And Peter Pan chose this particular house because there were people here who believed in him. There was Mrs. Darling.

(Mrs. Darling hums)

Mrs. Darling: George, dear, do hurry. We musn't be late for the party, you know.

Narrator: Mrs. Darling believed that Peter Pan was the spirit of youth. But Mr. Darling...

Mr. Darling: Mary, unless I find my cuff links, we don't go to the party. And if we don't go to the party, I can never show my face in the office again. And if I can never... (bumps his head on a dresser drawer) Ow!

Narrator: Well, Mr. Darling was a practical man. The boys, however, John and Michael, believed Peter Pan was a real person and made him the hero of all their nursery games.

(Michael and John are having a swordfighting game)

John: Blast you, Peter Pan!

Michael: Take that! Give up, Captain Hook? Give up?

John: Never! (holds a coat hanger in his right hand) I'll teach you to cut off me hand!

Wendy: Oh, no, John. It was the left hand.

John: (switches his toy sword and the coat hanger around) Oh, yes. Thank you, Wendy.

Narrator: Wendy, the eldest, not only believed, she was the supreme authority on Peter Pan and all his marvelous adventures.

Wendy: Oh, Nana, must we always take that nasty tonic?

(Nana enters the nursery)

Narrator: Nana, the nursemaid, being a dog, kept her opinions to herself and viewed the whole affair with a certain tolerance.

(Nana sets a tray with three spoons, three glasses of water, and a bottle of medicine on a table)

Mac: It sure was nice of Professor Marvel to take us to Europe. It's just to bad Wilt, Ed, and Coco couldn't come with us.

Bloo: Yeah, but who cares? I love Wendy's stories about Peter Pan. I'd really like to meet him.

Mac: Me too. And it was nice of Mr. and Mrs. Darling to let us stay here for the night.

Narrator: Mac and Bloo were best friends and shared many wonderful adventures together.

Michael: Take that!

John: Insolent boy! I'll slash you to ribbons!

Michael: And I'll cut you to pieces. Aha! Ouch!

John: Careful, Michael, my glasses.

Michael: I'm sorry, John.

John: You'll never leave this ship alive!

Michael: Oh, yes I will. Take that!

(Nana picks up the last three blocks and stacks them on the rest in a fort-like fashion, but notices the ones on top are not quite in the right place, she switches two of them around so that they're saying "A,B,C" instead of "B,A,C")

John: Scuttle me bones, boy, I'll slit your gizzard.

Michael: Oh, no, you won't. Back, back, back, you villain!

John: Insolent pup!

(Nana is shocked from hearing what John said, thinking he was talking to her, she accidentally pours medicine on her right paw)

Michael: Wicked pirate!

John: Aha, I've got you.

Michael: You didn't either. You never touched me. Take that and that! And that!

John: (pretending to be stabbed) Oh!

(Mr. Darling walks in)

Mr. Darling: Boys, boys, less noise, please. (he accidentally knocks over the blocks when he walks in)

John: Oh, hello, father.

Michael: You old bilge rat.

Mr. Darling: Wh... wh... what? Now, see here, Michael.

Mac: No, not you, Mr. Darling.

John: You see, he's Peter Pan.

Michael: And John's Captain Hook.

Mr. Darling: Yes, yes, of course. Have you seen my cuff- (bumps into Nana, making her knock over the blocks just as she was nearly done stacking them back up) Oh, Nana, for goodness sake! Where are those cuff links?

(Nana knocks over the last few blocks in her annoyance)

John: Cuff links, father?

Mr. Darling: Yes, the gold ones.

John: (whispering) Michael, the buried treasure. Where is it?

Michael: I don't know.

John: The map then. Where's the treasure map?

Michael: It got lost.

Mr. Darling: (discovers his shirt front under the bed sheets) Good heavens, my shirt front!

Michael: Hurray! You found it! You found it!

Mr. Darling: Yes, so I have. And hereafter... (Michael pulls at his shirt) Don't paw me, Michael. This is my last cll- (his shirt front flips up in his face, he sees map drawings on it) No! No!

(Mrs. Darling steps in)

Mrs. Darling: George, dear, we really must hurry or we'll be-

Mr. Darling: Mary, look! (points at his shirt front)

Mrs. Darling: George.

Michael: It's only chalk, father.

Mrs. Darling: Why, Michael.

John: It's not his fault. It's in the story. And Wendy says-

Mr. Darling: Wendy? Story? I might have known. Wendy! Wendy!

(Wendy arrives)

Wendy: Yes, father?

Mr. Darling: Would you kindly ex-

Wendy: Oh, mother! You look simply lovely.

Mrs. Darling: Thank you, dear.

Mr. Darling: Wendy.

Mrs. Darling: Just my old gown made over. But it did turn out rather-

Mr. Darling: Mary, if you don't mind. I-

Wendy: Why, father, what have you done to your shirt?

Mr. Darling: What have I...? Oh!

Mrs. Darling: (cleans Mr. Darling's shirt front) Now, George, really. It comes right off.

Mr. Darling: That's no excuse. Wendy, haven't I warned you? Stuffing the boys' heads with a lot of silly stories.

Wendy: Oh, but they aren't.

Mr. Darling: I say they are! Captain Crook! Peter Pirate!

Bloo: (sighs) Captain Hook and Peter Pan. Get it right.

Mr. Darling: Pan! Pirate! Poppycock!

(Wendy, John, and Michael complain at their father)

Mr. Darling: Absolute poppycock! And let me tell you, this ridic-

Mrs. Darling: Now, George.

Mr. Darling: "Now, George." "Now, George!" Well, "Now, George" will have his say!

Mrs. Darling: (ties Mr. Darling's tie) Please, dear.

Mr. Darling: Mary, the child's growing up. It's high time she had a room of her own.

Wendy: Father!

Mrs. Darling: George!

John: What?

Michael: No!

(Mac and Bloo gasp, Nana drops blocks from her mouth in shock)

Mr. Darling: I mean it! Young lady, this is your last night in the nursery. And that's my last word on the m-

(Mr. Darling stumbles over Nana and looses his balance, Nana tries to move out of the way, she quickly stops before knocking over the blocks, Mr. Darling bumbs her, causing her knock the blocks down, she runs and slips on a toy wagon, while trying to regain his balance, Mr. Darling steps on the wagon and slides around the nursery)

Mr. Darling: No!

(the toy wagon rips the floor and stops, sending Mr. Darling flying towards a dresser)

Mr. Darling: No!

(Nana tumbles into a corner, a few objects fall off the dresser and onto Mr. Darling's head, a jack-in-the-box falls on his head and pops open)

Mac, Bloo, Wendy, Michael, John, and Mrs. Darling: Oh! (they rush by Mr. Darling and over to Nana) Poor Nana.

Mr. Darling: "Poor Nana?" This is the last straw! Out! Out, I say!

Michael: (hugging Nana) No, father, no!

Mr. Darling: (grabs Nana and drags her away) Yes! There'll be no more dogs for nursemaids in this house!

(Mrs. Darling picks up Michael)

Michael: (waves) Goodbye, Nana.

(Nana waves back, Mr. Darling drags her downstairs and outside)

Mr. Darling: "Poor Nana." Oh, yes, "Poor Nana." But "Poor father?" Oh, no! (looks aroun the yard) Blast it! Where is that rope? (he turns around and sees the rope in Nana's mouth) Oh, thank you.

(Nana makes a sad face as Mr. Darling ties her up)

Mr. Darling: Dash it all, Nana, don't look at me like that. It's nothing personal. It's just that... Well, you're not really a nurse at all. You're... well, a dog. And the children aren't puppies. They're people. And sooner or later, Nana, people have to grow up.

(back in the nursery)

Wendy: But mother, I don't want to grow up.

Mrs. Darling: Now, dear, don't worry about it any more tonight.

John: He called Peter Pan "absolute poppycock."

Mrs. Darling: I'm sure he didn't mean it, John. Father was just upset.

Michael: (crying) Poor Nana... (sniffles) out there all alone.

Mrs. Darling: No more tears, Michael. It's a warm night. She'll be all right.

Michael: Mother.

Mrs. Darling: What is it, dear?

Michael: (holds out Mr. Darling's gold cuff links) Buried treasure. (he gives them to Mrs. Darling)

Mrs. Darling: Now, children. Don't judge your father too harshly. After all, he really loves you very much. (she closes the window)

Wendy: Oh, don't lock it, mother. He might come back.

Mrs. Darling: "He?"

Wendy: Yes. Uh, Peter Pan. You see, I found something that belongs to him.

Mrs. Darling: Oh? And what's that?

Wendy: (yawns) His shadow.

Mrs. Darling: "Shadow?"

Bloo: How'd you get his shadow?

Wendy: Nana had it. (sleepily) But I... I took it away.

Mrs. Darling: Oh? Yes, of course. (dims a lamp)

Mac: Good night, Mrs. Darling.

Mrs. Darling: Good night, dear. (she closes the door and leaves)

(Mr. and Mrs. Darling are leaving the house)

Mrs. Darling: But, George, do you think the children will be safe without Nana?

Mr. Darling: Safe? Of course they'll be safe. Why not?

Mrs. Darling: Well, Wendy said something about a shadow, and I-

Mr. Darling: Shadow? Whose shadow?

Mrs. Darling: Peter Pan's.

Mr. Darling: Oh, Peter Pan... Peter Pan! You don't say. Goodness gracious, whatever shall we do?

Mrs. Darling: But, George-

Mr. Darling: Sound the alarm! Call Scotland Yard!

Mrs. Darling: There must have been someone.

Mr. Darling: Oh, Mary, of all the impossible, childish fiddle-faddle. Peter Pan indeed. How can we expect the children to grow up and be practical when you're as mad as they are? No wonder Wendy gets these idiotic ideas.

(Pepter Pan watches them leave from on top of the house, he sees Nana down below, he sneaks down to the window, Tinker Bell follows him, he looks through the window, he sees Wendy, Michael, John, Mac, and Bloo fast asleep, he sees Nana's doghouse, he and Tinker Bell enter the nursery through the window)

Peter: Over there, Tink, in it's den.

(Tinker Bell flies into the doghouse, Peter meets her outside of it)

Peter: Is it there?

(Tinker Bell chimes and shakes her head)

Peter: Must be here somewhere.

(Peter looks in the toy chest, he hears music)

Peter: Tink! Shh.

(Tinker Bell closes a music box)

Peter: Stop playing and help me find my shadow. Shadow. Oh, shadow.

(Tinker Bell flies over a hand mirror, she lands on it and admires herself, when looking at herself at another angle, she thinks her hips are a little big, she hears rattling, she looks through a keyhole on a dresser drawer, she chimes and gestures Peter to come over)

Peter: Huh?

(Tinker Bell chimes and points through the keyhole, Peter opens the drawer, Tink goes inside, Peter's shadow comes out, Peter closes the drawer, leaving Tink trapped inside, Peter flies after his shadow up the wall and on the ceiling, the shadow flies behind an armchair, Peter searches behind it, his shadow tiptoes away, he spots his shadow)

Peter: Aha!

(Peter's shadow runs and tumbles, Peter finally catches it and gets in a brief fight with it, Wendy wakes up and sees him)

Wendy: Peter Pan! Oh, Peter! I knew you'd come back. I saved your shadow for you. Oh, I do hope it isn't rumpled. You know, you look exactly the way I thought you would. Oh, a little taller perhaps. But then... (she sees that Peter is trying to stick his shadow back on with a bar of soap) Oh, you can't stick it on with soap, Peter. It needs sewing. That's the proper way to do it. Although, come to think of it, I've never thought about it before, sewing shadows I mean. Of course, I knew it was your shadow the minute I saw it. I said to myself... I said "I'll put it away for him until he comes back. Oh, he's sure to come back." And you did, didn't you, Peter? After all, one can't leave his shadow lying about and not miss it sooner or later. Don't you agree? But what I still don't understand is how Nana got it in the first place. She really isn't... Oh, sit down. It won't take long. She really isn't vicious, you know. She's a wonderful nurse. Although, father says-

Peter: Girls talk too much.

Wendy: Yes, girls talk too m- Hmm? Oh.

Peter: Well, get on with it, girl.

Wendy: My name is Wendy. Wendy Moira Angela Darl-

Peter: Wendy's enough. (plays his panpipes)

Wendy: Oh. (she sews Peter's shadow) But how did Nana get your shadow, Peter?

(Tinker Bell tries to open the drawer with a needle)

Peter: Jumped at me. The other night at the window.

Wendy: Well, what were you doing there?

Peter: I came to listen to the stories.

(Tinker Bell slips on a bead necklace and slams into the drawer)

Wendy: My stories? But they're all about you.

Peter: Of course. That's why I like 'em. (blows his panpipes) I tell 'em to the Lost Boys. (blows his panpipes again)

Wendy: (finishes sewing Peter's shadow) The Lost Bo- Oh, I remember. They're your men.

Peter: Uh-huh.

Wendy: I'm so glad you came back tonight. I might never have seen you.

Peter: Why?

Wendy: Because I have to grow up tomorrow.

Peter: Grow up!?

Wendy: Tonight's my last night in the nursery.

Peter: But that means no more stories.

Wendy: (sniffles) Mm-hmm.

Peter: No! (takes Wendy's hand) I won't have it. Come on!

Wendy: B-b-but where are we going?

Peter: To Never Land.

Wendy: Never Land!

Peter: You'll never grow up there.

Wendy: Oh, Peter, it will be so wonderful. But wait. What would mother say?

Peter: Mother? What's mother?

Wendy: Why, Peter, a mother's someone who... who loves and cares for you and tells you stories.

Peter: Good! You can be our mother. Come on.

Wendy: Now, just a minute, I... Let me see now. I have to pack. Oh, and I must leave a note when I'll be back. Of course, I couldn't stay too long. And then I'll have to... Oh, but Never Land. Oh, I... I'm so happy I... I think I'll give you a... a kiss.

(shocked from hearing this, Tinker Bell desperately opens the drawer with a pair of scissors)

Peter: What's a... a kiss?

Wendy: Oh, well, uh... I'll show you. (she leans in to kiss him, but Tinker Bell pulls at her hair) Oh!

Peter: Stop! Stop it, Tink!

(Peter jumps around, trying to catch Tinker Bell with his hat, he jumps on Michael's bed, waking him up)

Michael: Mac, Bloo, John, wake up! He's here!

John: Huh? (puts his glasses on and gasps) Jiminy!

Mac: Wha...? (gasps) Bloo, wake up!

Bloo: Can't I have just five more minutes?

Mac: Peter Pan's here!

Bloo: Really?

Wendy: Ooh, what in the world was that?

Peter: Tinker Bell. Don't know what got into her.

Michael: Hello, Peter Pan. I'm Michael.

Mac: Hey, Peter. I'm Mac, and this is Bloo.

John: My name is John. How do you do?

Peter: Hello.

Michael: (looks in Peter's hat) Oh, look, a firefly.

Wendy: A pixie.

John: Amazing!

(Tinker Bell chimes and crosses her arms)

Michael: What's the pixie doing?

Peter: Talking.

Wendy: What did she say?

Peter: She says you're a big ugly girl.

(Peter and Wendy chuckle)

Wendy: Oh. Well, I think she's lovely.

(Tinker Bell sits on a block and chimes something unfriendly to Wendy)

Peter: Well, come on, Wendy, let's go.

Mac: Where we going, Wendy?

Wendy: To Never Land.

Michael: Never Land!

Wendy: Peter's taking us.

Peter: "Us?"

Wendy: Well, of course. I couldn't go without Mac, Bloo, Michael, and John.

Mac: Yeah, we wanna go to Never Land too. Can you take us?

John: Oh, I should like very much to cross swords with some real buccaneers.

Michael: Yes, and fight pirates too. (he spins and falls)

Peter: (laughs) Well, all right, but ya gotta take order.

John: Aye, aye, sir.

Michael: Me too.

Mac: Right!

Bloo: I respect your authority without question.

Wendy: But, Peter, how do we get to Never Land?

Peter: Fly, of course.

Wendy: Fly?

Mac: How do we do that?

Peter: It's easy. All you have to do is to...

Mac and Bloo: Yes?

Peter: Is to...

Mac and Bloo: Yes?

Peter: Is to...

Mac and Bloo: Yeah? Uh-huh?

Peter: Ha! That's funny.

Bloo: What? Don't you know how?

Peter: Oh, sure. It's... it's just that I never thought about it before. Say, that's it! You think of a wonderful thought.

Wendy and John: Any happy, little thought?

Peter: Uh-huh.

Wendy: Like toys at Christmas?

John: Sleigh bells, snow?

Peter: Yup! Watch me now. Here I go! (he flies) It's easier than pie.

Wendy: He can fly!

John: He can fly!

Michael: He flewed!

Mac and Bloo: Cool...

(Peter lands on one of the beds)

Peter: Now you try.

Wendy: I'll think of a mermaid lagoon... (sighs) underneath a magic moon.

John: I'll think I'm in a pirate's cave.

Michael: I think I'll be an Indian brave.

Mac: I'll think about being kissed by Frankie.

Bloo: I'll think about having a paddleball that's not broken.

Peter: Now everybody try.

(Peter takes Wendy and John's hands, Mac joins hands with Wendy and Michael, Bloo joins hands with Michael and John)

Mac, Bloo, Wendy, Michael, John, and Peter: One, two, three!

(Peter pulls them into the air, they let go of each other's hands)

Wendy, Michael, and John: We can fly! We can fly! We can- (they, Mac,and Bloo scream as they fall on the bed)

(Tinker Bell laughs in chimes and falls over on the block)

Peter: This won't do. What's the matter with you?

Bloo: Well, you said to think happy thoughts and we did. Didn't we?

Mac: Yeah. But is there anything else we need?

Peter: All it takes is faith and trust. Oh! And something I forgot: dust!

Mac, Bloo, Wendy, and John: Dust?

Michael: Dust?

Peter: (grabs Tinker Bell by the wings) Yep. Just a little bit of pixie dust. (sprinkles pixie dust on everyone) Now, think of the happiest things. It's the same as having wings.

(Michael closes his eyes and thinks, he is lifted into the air)

Wendy: Let's all try it just once more.

John: Look! We're rising off the floor.

Mac: This is awesome!

Michael: Jiminy!

Wendy: Oh, my! We can fly!

Peter: You can fly!

(Mac, Wendy, Michael, and John all speak at the same time during this part)

Wendy, Michael, and John: We can fly!

Mac: Wheeee! (laughs)

Peter: (at the window) Come on, everybody. Here we go! Off to Never Land! (flies off)

("You Can Fly" is sung, Mac, Bloo, and Wendy fly out the window, followed by John with his hat and umbrella, Nana covers her eyes with her ears, she uncovers them when she sees Michael soaring out the window with his teddy bear, Tinker Bell stands on the windowsill, scowling. Nana barks, Peter and Wendy fly up and dive down, John tries the same but his umbrella opens when he dives, Michael dives down and accidentally drops his teddy bear, he flies down and catches it, Peter, Wendy, Mac, Bloo, and John fly around a chimney, Michael flies past and through a window, he comes out another window and rejoins the others as they fly in a circle with Nana barking frantically below, Michael pauses and looks down at her, he grabs Tinker Bell and shakes her, sending pixie dust down, it lands on her bottom, she floats up)

Michael: Come on, Nana! (he leaves to catch up with the others)

(Nana waves goodbye, our heroes pass over a pond, Peter skates on it with two swans, Wendy looks at her reflection in the water, Tinker Bell makes it difficult for her to see it by dragging her feet on the water, three fish jump out of the water in an attempt to eat her, she evades them and flies up to rejoin the group, our heroes approach Big Ben, they land on the minute hand, the bell tolls)

Peter: (points at two bright stars in the sky) There it is, Wendy. Second star to the right and straight on till morning. (he takes her hand)

(everyone else joins hands)

Mac: Here we go.

(our heroes resume their flight, they fly over the clouds, over a bridge, and through more clouds, eventually, Never Land comes into view, the camera zooms in on Captain Hook's pirate ship)

Pirates: (singing) ''Oh, a pirate's life is a wonderful life. A-rovin' over the sea. Give me a career as a buccaneer. It's the life of a pirate for me, oh... The life of a pirate for me. Oh, a pirate's life is a wonderful life. They never bury your bones. For when it's all over a jolly sea rover drops in on his friend, Davy Jones. Oh, my good friend, Davy Jones.''

Mr. Smee: (steps outside) Good morning, shipmates.

Pirate #1: And what's good about it, Mr. Smee?

Pirate #2: Here we are, collecting barnacles on this miserable island.

Pirate #3: While his nibs plays ring-around-the-rosy with Peter Pan.

Mr. Smee: (tries to get his nose out of a gun) Look out. It might go off.

Pirate: #4: We ought to be tending to the business of looting ships.

Pirate #5: Why, I've almost forgotten how to slit a throat.

Pirate #6: (throws swords and knives at Mr. Smee) Better hop it.

Pirate #5: And tell the captain we wants to put the sea, see?

(the pirates laugh, Mr. Smee sticks his tongue at them and leaves)

Hook: Blast that Peter Pan!

Maleficent: It's incredible! You searced everywhere, and not a trace of him! He couldn't have vanished into thin air! Are you sure you searched everywhere?

Terrence: I am sure we did!

Maleficent: You and Hook are not searching hard enough, Terrence. Unless Peter Pan is vanquished, I cannot rule Never Land.

Terrence: You're so powerful. Why don't you get rid of him?

Maleficent: I've tried, but he is too fast and clever for me. And I never could find his hideaways.

Terrence: Well, it's no picnic for us either.

Maleficent: No matter. Such a search may take some time. (she disappears)

Hook: If I could only find his hideout, I'd trap him in his layer. But where is it? Mermaid Lagoon? No, we've searched that. We've combed Cannibal Cove. (points at area on the map of Never Land near the Indian village with his hook) Here! No. No, no, no! That's Indian terri- But wait. Those redskins know this island better that I do me own ship. Ah... I wonder.

(Mr. Smee arrives)

Mr. Smee: Good morning, captain.

Hook: I've got it! Tiger Lilly, Smee!

Mr. Smee: T... T-Tiger Lilly, captain?

Hook: The chief's daughter. She'll know where Pan is hiding.

Terrence: You think she'll talk?

Hook: Oh, a little persuasion might be in order. Now let me see. Boiling in oil? Keelhauling? Marooning?

Pirate with accordion: (singing) ''Oh... a pirate's life is a wonderful life. You'll find adventure and sport. But live every minute for all that is in it. The life of a pirate is short. Oh, the life...'' (Hook shoots him, he falls into the water, splashing Mr. Smee)

Terrence: Nice shot, captain.

Hook: Now let me see, where was I?

Mr. Smee: Oh, dear, dear, dear Captain Hook. Shooting a man in the middle of his cadenza? (chuckles) You got good form, you know.

Hook: "Good form," Mr. Smee? Blast good form! (shows Smee his hook) Did Pan show good form when he did this to me?

Mr. Smee: Why, captain, cutting your hand off was only a childish prank, you might say. (takes off Hook's coat)

Hook: Aye! But throwing it to the crocodile! That cursed beast liked the taste of me so well, he's followed me ever since, licking his chomps for the rest of me.

Mr. Smee: And he'd have had you by now, captain... if he hadn't swallowed that alarm clock. But now when he's about, he warns ya, as ya might say, with his tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. (he hears ticking)

Terrence: Do you hear that?

(Hook hears the ticking and looks frightened, the crocodile raises his head out of the water, Hook becomes more terrified, the crocodile climbs onto a rock, licking his lips and rubbing his belly)

Hook: Sm... Smee! (he leaps into Smee's arms) Oh, save me, Smee! Please, don't let him get me, Smee! Please, don't let him get me, Smee! Smee!

(Smee goes to the side of the ship)

Mr. Smee: (to the crocodile) Here now, shame on ya.

NOTE: I will finish this tomorrow