Lost... lost... [to Peter] I've lost my marbles.
Have to fly, have to fight, have to crow, have to save Maggie, have to save Jack... Hookie's back.
Your children love you, they want to play with you. How long do you think that lasts? Soon Jack might not even want you to come to his games. We have a few special years with our children, when they're the ones that want us around. After that you're going to be running after them for a bit of attention. It's so fast Peter. Just a few years, and it's over. And you are not being careful. And you are missing it.
You know that place between sleep and awake, the place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always love you, Peter Pan. That's where I'll be waiting.
[pressing on Peter's face to see if it's really him]
Oh, there you are, Peter!
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[repeatedly]
Bangarang!
[grunts, screams, groans]
Snow! What...? What? Help. HELP! Get me down! Help! Help!
Oh, get me down! I believe!
Lost Boys! Lost Boys! Wake up! Pan's back! Lost Boys! Lost Boys! Wake up!
That was my pillow!
Don't Ask: [stammers] I'm.. I'm.. I'm up.
Wake up, you sleepyheads!
Pan’s back! Pan’s back! Pan!
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Pan's back! Pan's back! Pan!
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Bangerang! Pan?
Don't Ask: That ain't Peter Pan.
He's an old, fat grandpa man.
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Rufio! Rufio! Rufio!
Oh, That is so dangerous. [Rufio lands] That's enough! [after Rufio draws his sword] Okay, mister. All right. The show's over. Now you put that thing away! Now put it down before you poke somebody's eye out. [the Lost Boys all laugh] You're not old enough to shave. What are you doing with a sword? Kids flying around! This is an insurance nightmare! What's this? Some sort of Lord of the Flies preschool? Where are your parents? Who's in charge here?
[the Lost Boys all point at Rufio.]
No. No, Mr. Skunkhead-with-too-much-mousse…you are just a punk kid. [facing a mob of the Lost Boys] I want to speak to a grown-up!
All grown-ups are pirates.
I'm not a pirate. It so happens, I'm a lawyer.
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[in unison]
Kill the lawyer!
I'm not that kind of lawyer. [high pitch] I've been shot! [normal voice] Help! Help me, somebody! No- no! Please stop! Why are you doing this to me?! [falls in the flower garden]
Rufio, you're the best with a sword. Please teach him. We gotta make him remember.
[A daffodil sniffs at Peter's face. Other sunflowers are now sniffing at Peter with more daffodils sniff at his crotch]
Excuse me! [hits the daffodil, it sneezes] Help me!
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Not you! [Peter Pan with arrow shot by rear end]
Lost Boys, stop! Stop it!
He can't do those things. He can't even play simple games Hook has got his kids, and I've got three days.. three days to get him ready to fight. And I need everybody's help.
He can't fly, fight or crow. So.. if any of you says this here scug ain't Peter Pan.. ..cross the line.
Hi. What? I'll be right back. What?
Oh, there you are, Peter!
But, Peter....you've grown up. You promised never to grow old.
Peter..
Don't Ask: His nose got real big.
Well, welcome back to Never Land, Pan the Man.
Don't listen to that fairy and that brainless fungus. I got Pan's sword! I'm the Pan now! You think this guy's gonna take it from me? Rufio?
Wait! If Tink believes, maybe he is.
Are you gonna follow this drooler against Capitán Hook?
What's he doing here if he's not Peter Pan, huh? He don't look happy here. And who are them kids Hook's got? Give him a chance!
Those are my kids... .and Hook is gonna kill them unless we do something. Help me. Please.
Yeah, come on! Give him a chance!
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Pick 'em up.
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Move 'em down.
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Pick 'en on up.
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Move 'em on down.
A Ace
Ain't no time to celebrate.
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Ain't no time to celebrate.
A Ace
You are old and overweight
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You are old and overweight
Don't Ask: Gotta lose a million pounds.
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Gotta lose a million pounds. Get your fat butt off the ground.
A Ace
Reach on down and touch your toes.
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Reach on down and touch your toes.
A Ace
How long since you looked at those?
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How long since you looked at those?
Don't Ask: Shape up.
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Shape up.
Don't Ask: Lose weight.
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Lose weight.
Don't Ask: Get thin.
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Get thin.
Don't Ask: Gotta win.
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Jumping jacks are good for you.
Don't Ask: Now your face is turning blue.
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Now your face is turning blue.
A Ace
Swing your arms around your back.
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Swing your arms around your back. Give yourself a heart attack.
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Gotta train.
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In the rain.
Don't Ask: In the sun.
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In the sun.
Don't Ask: In the snow.
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In the snow. Ten below.
Don't Ask: Gotta move.
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Gotta move.
Don't Ask: Gotta crow.
Go easy on me. I'm a beginner.
All right, gramps. Give it your best shot.
Rufio's only trying to help, Peter. Listen. Learn.
Okay, you ready? I don't wanna hurt you.
Watch your skin! You don't have armor on.
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Be Bangerang!
What are you doing? How does this help me get my kids back? What do I have to do next?
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Just think happy thoughts. Come on, Peter, think happy thoughts.
All you need is one happy thought, Peter, just one happy thought and it'll make you fly.
I got it! Not being in this slingshot would make me very happy!
He's going up! He’s going up!
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[Peter and Jack fly off the ship and toward the Lost Boys and Maggie. Peter embraces his kids and the Lost Boys cheer for him.]
Peter!
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Victory Basquet! Victory Basquet!
[An enraged Hook storms over to the edge of his ship and yells to his mortal enemey.]
Peter! Where are you going? Come back here and fight me! Or I'll find you wherever you are! Bad form, Peter! Come back!!
[Peter ignores his immature attitude and walks away with his kids and the Lost Boys, holding Jack's hand and carrying Maggie who yells back at the evil pirate.] [upset]
You need a mother very, very badly!
[Smee, now full of treasure, tries to make his gateaway]
Smee! Follow me!
Just moving your personal, sir.
Peter, I swear to you, wherever you go, wherever you are.... I vow there will always be daggers bearing notes signed "James Hook." They will be flung at the doors of your children's children's children. Do you hear me?
What do you want, old man?
You've got me, James Hook. [flies back] Pan "The Avenger" is back.
And the Hook is waiting, Peter Pan.
[Smee helps Hook take off his coat and fights Peter with sparks crackling from their swords, Peter backflips off the ship and Hook follows him in determation.]
Put up your swords, boys. It's Hook and me this time.
To die would be a great adventure.
Death is the only adventure you have left.
[they fought roughly]
I remember you being a lot bigger.
To a 10-year-old, I'm huge.
[the battle continues as the youngsters look on]
No pain, no gain, James!
[Hook brutally knocks Peter down and puts his hook on the grinding wheel to sharpen it. Hook grins with pure evilness and anger at the terrified Peter as he mocks him whilst ready to finish him off.]
You know you're not really Peter Pan, don't you? This is only a dream. You'll wake up, you'll be Peter Banning... a selfish man who drinks too much... who's obsessed with success... and runs and hides from his wife and children.
[Jack, Maggie, the Lost Boys and Tink encourage him]
I believe in you.
You are the Pan. You're Peter Pan.
I believe in you... Peter Pan.
[this gains Peter some courage and with mighty effort, he shoves Hook off with his feet, knocking him over and making him lose his sword. Hook was about to grab it when Peter stops him and picks it up for him. Peter offers Hook's sword back. Hook takes his sword but suddenly slices Peter's arm with his new sharpen hook. Peter yells in pain as his arm bleeds]
Bad form!
[Jack was about to go against Hook when the Lost Boys hold him back]
Jack, stop!
