Script

SIDE 1

Mom! Tell us a story of Pan?

Michael you don t think I m actually your mom?! John?

Moms tell stories. You tell us stories. You must be our mother!

But I ve just been playing! You have a real mom at home. Michael, John, you remember?

Did she have silky ears and wear a fur coat?

That was Nana!

I think I had a mother once.

I once had a white rat.

(sudden realization)
I think it s time we go home.

(as Indian)
No go home! Stay many moons! Have big fun time!

Now, Peter  we ve got to be practical, and Indian braves don t even talk like that!
(to MICHAEL and JOHN)
Do you just want to stay here and grow up like savages?

(a gleeful answer)
Savages!

You need a real mom.

SIDE 2

Oh, would that I could set you free. But, ay, here s the rub: you know where that scurvy brat Pan lives and I do not! Tell me  or die!

(behind the rock)
You dog!

Shhh!

Am I not a man of me word, Smee?

Yes. A
(crosses his fingers behind his back)
Always, Captain. Come on, Tiger Lily. Or soon it ll be Davy Jones s Locker for you!

And remember your sacred beliefs: there is no path through water to the happy hunting ground! Speak!
(TIGER LILY rolls her eyes at HOOK.)

Now, Peter!

(an impersonation of Captain Hook)
Odds, bobs, hammer and tongs. Oh, what a rogue and peasant Hook am I!
(SMEE and HOOK scream!)

Who are you, stranger?

I am James Hook, Captain of the Jolly Roger!

(terrified)
But if you are Hook, then who am I?

A codfish!