When Wendy Grew Up - Act 2

Hello Mamie present. Soon to be Peter Pan's new fairy.
Now where did we leave off? Oh yes, Wendy. On the eve of her 16th birthday, the Wendy human gets a dire warning from the great Peter Pan or Or does she? It's been years since her last visit to Neverland and her looming adulthood makes her question her memories.
When Wendy's smallest brother, Michael, gets a terminal diagnosis from a doctor, Wendy is determined to take him to Neverland to save him. This is where I come in.
Wendy lures me a beautiful fairy, much better than Tinkerbell, into Michael's nursery to sprinkle them with fairy dust and leave London behind. Okay Dennis, now it's all you.
Slay. Slay? I like you.
I mean, I can't see why you wouldn't. You're right.

Episode 2.

Exterior, Neverland, Day.

POV of Wendy's eyes opening and making out a baby blue sky

and the face of a young man in tattered clothes,

Duke, 17, looking down at her.

Wendy sits up with a gasp.

She notices she's in the Lost Boys' lair, but it's quiet, empty and ravaged. Crap doorways, household belongings scattered about, broken bowls, mugs, and red X's painted on the doors.
Wendy slowly stands up and looks around. Where are all the Lost Boys? Jukes reaches to touch her head.
Hands off! Didn't your father teach you how to be a gentleman? Are you an angel? You fell right from the sky. I fell? Where's Michael? Michael? Michael? Michael? Jukes covers Wendy's mouth with his hand and tucks behind a tree.
Wendy tries screaming. Shh! They're coming.
Wendy quiets. After a moment, a small group of pirates passes by, and Wendy's eyes widen at the sight of them.
After the pirates have gone, Jukes releases Wendy. I didn't hurt you, did I? Wendy shakes her head no.
Jukes smiles. He's quite handsome.
Wendy looks around again, eerie silence. Are you one of the Lost Boys? Jukes! Jukes! Jukes! Jukes! Jukes! I'm right here.
If you see a Lost Boy, hold on to him for me, will you? I'll be right back. Don't move.

Jukes winks at Wendy before running off to join the pirates and disappearing out of sight.

An acorn falls on Wendy's head.

Wendy looks up and sees an old treehouse perched on a sturdy branch high above her.

Rectangles of wood lead the way up as a ladder.

Michael, would you stop crowing, girl, and get up here before the pirates come back and kills you? Wendy begins climbing up the ladder. Step, step, step, crack.
Wendy slips, hanging on by just one hand, and gasps loud. Wendy regains her footing and continues climbing, up so high now she can see nearly all of Neverland.
A town of pirate ships encompass the water. The mermaid's lagoon is dark.
The Indian camp has collapsed teepees. Mamie appears in front of Wendy, startling her.
Where's Peter, hmm? I don't know. Something's wrong.
Yeah, that's quite obvious. Thank you for that.
Wendy! Wendy looks and sees Michael inside the treehouse. Interior treehouse day.
Wendy and Mamie enter the treehouse and shut the door. Michael rushes to give Wendy a hug.
What's happened to Neverland? I don't know. But we have to find Peter.
Exterior Neverland, night. Two moons rise up as the sun sets on Neverland.
The sky flashes a brilliant pink before melting into the dark blue of night. Windows of the pirate ships on the water glow.
A light of fire materializes in the woods near the lagoon. Interior treehouse, night.
Wendy, Michael, and Mamie peer out the window, the fire in the distance reflecting in their eyes. Could be Tiger Lily.
Could be Peter. Could be the Lost Boys.
Let's go and find out. Could be pirates.
Pirates are old, and old people sleep all night because they can't see in the dark. She's right, Wendy.
Wendy shakes her head, unsatisfied. I suppose we'll just live in this dusty treehouse forever.
Okay, but be careful. Understood? Never leave my side.
Michael nods in agreement and opens the door slowly. Mamie buzz out of the treehouse Michael looks at Wendy and flashes her the biggest smile why are you smiling it's been an awful long time since we've been on an adventure Michael exits climbing down the ladder exterior lost boys lair.
Wendy and Michael step onto the ground.

Mamie glows, lighting the way like a torch.

They walk gingerly through the lair built in the middle of a heavily forested area.

Wendy and Michael clutch hands as they delicately dodge household items littering the walkway through the woods.

What is this pigsty?

It was the Lost Boys' Lair.

Crack. Wendy and Michael freeze.
Mamie dims. Who's there? Silence.
Come out and show yourself. Slowly, a figure emerges holding two axes.
Get back! Who are you? Leave or I'll attack. A boy comes rushing at them, wielding two axes.
Mamie emits a blinding light from her body, forcing the boy to freeze and protect his eyes. As the light dims, Michael sees...
Curly! Curly, age six, with wild curly hair, a slight figure in mud coating his face and hands. It's us, Wendy and Michael.
I don't know you. We were here a few years ago.
Wendy reaches for him and Curly yelps out in rage. Ah! Stay back, or else.
Wendy, Michael, and Mamie exchange looks, and Wendy kneels down to be the same height as Curly. I used to sing you to sleep, remember? We're friends.
I'm friends with no grown-ups. Now get away from me.
I'm no grown-up! Let's leave this wild child. But he's all alone.
Hoven hoven gody-o-go, go-ty-o-go, go-ty-o-go.

Hoven, hoven, go-ty-o-go.

I've lost my darling baby-o.

Slowly, Curly lowers his weapons, dropping them at his side, and crumbles into socks.

Wendy rushes to him, hugging him, and he falls into her as he cries. Curly...
Curly pulls away from Wendy, looking at her, wiping his tears from his cheeks. Where's Peter? Curly slumps his head, quiet.
Wendy, Michael, and Mamie exchange looks. What's happened here? Curly looks up and slowly curls one finger into a hook.
Mamie's light casts a shadow, and Wendy and Michael look over to the giant hook on the wall of a deserted Lost Boy home. Interior Lost Boy's lair, night.
Curly sits huddled in the corner of the room when Wendy approaches him with Michael and Mamie holding a cup of tea. How long has it been like this? Since Hook came back? Curly takes a loud sip.
Mamie taps Wendy's shoulder. I came here with the promise of a glamorous life as Peter's fairy.
Where is Peter in this pirate-infested wasteland, hmm? Peter will come back and rescue me. Wendy, Michael, and Mamie exchange glances.
Where did Peter go? Maybe to fix the crocodile. Peter came back from London with metal bits, and us lost boys fixed up the crocodile to hunt the pirates, but it could use some work.
What about the warriors? All captured or killed. Except for the princess.
Pirates keep looking for her, but I've heard she's gone mad. The princess Tiger Lily? Tiger Lily could call Peter.
We can't go into the woods. It's covered in pirate traps.
Well, what about the mermaids? I don't trust mermaids. Mamie tilts her head to be followed.
Wendy and Michael accompany her to the far corner of the room. I don't want to be known as the fairy who got two mortals killed.
I'll get shunned. I'm already a laughingstock.
So, back to London. What about Curly? He's a rock in our shoe.
It's time to toss him out. We can't go back.
If we go back, then Michael will... Wendy sees Michael look at her with wide eyes.
We find Tiger Lily. She'll call Peter, he'll defeat Hook, and Neverland will be safe again for Michael.
I mean, for everyone. But...
we can't go for the woods. We're smarter than those pirates.
We'll keep our eyes and minds sharp for pirate traps. And you've got me.
Mamie twirls, knocking over several teacups from a shelf, clattering onto the floor. But what about the crocodile? It'll be coming for her.
Who? You said it hunts pirates. Her? The grown-up? It hunts grown-ups.
Pirates are grown-ups. When it's close, you'll hear tick-tock-tick, and it'll be too late to run.
I'm no grown-up! Could a grown-up fly to Neverland? Curly shrugs. Exterior Forest Indian Camp, Day.
Wendy, Michael, Curly, and Manny make their way through a heavy forest. Curly drags his feet behind the group as they enter the warrior camp, walking through tall wooden posts, circling the camp like a fence.
A few teepees are collapsed, but smoke is rising up from an extinguished campfire. Curly is shaking and muttering.
What if Peter comes back and I'm not there? And then he forgets me. Wait.
Drip, drip, drip. Black goo hits Wendy's arm.
She touches it. Michael, Mamie, Curly, and Wendy all look up and see...
severed heads on top of the posts. Michael opens his mouth to scream, but Wendy slaps her hand over it.
Curly's face is twisted in horror. A shadow of a person moves inside a teepee.
Peter? Did you say Peter? Shh! Curly tucks behind a fallen log, pulling Wendy and Michael down next to it. Starbuck and Tully emerge from the teepee.
Mamie quickly hides behind a tipped-over tin mug by the campfire. The pirates look around, shrug, and return to the teepee.
Mamie swiftly flies to the opening of the teepee. No! Mamie! Wendy hears rustling deep in the forest behind them.
She looks. Nothing seems to be moving.
Wendy nods toward the forest, instructing Michael and Curly to follow her. Those pirates are going to kill your fairy.
We can't leave Mamie.

Michael moves toward the teepees and Wendy grabs his arm.

You promised me to stay close, remember?

Mamie will catch up.

Interior teepee day.

Mamie sneaks into the teepee, which looks much larger inside,

housing a bed, a desk, and a kitchenette.

Starbuck and Tully stumble and slump into chairs,

Thank you. sneaks into the teepee, which looks much larger inside, housing a bed, a desk and a kitchenette.
Starbuck and Tully stumble and slump into chairs, rubbing their eyes and taking a swig of brandy, still waking up. I swear I heard a voice, alas, a voice of an angel, tiger lily.
Ah, in your dreams you did.

Maybe it been a bird.

Ah, I forgot how stupid you be.

You think a bird talks, eh?

I'm so happy.

The pirates continue to bicker as Mamie scans the teepee, spotting something down below, and makes a beeline for it.

Exterior forest day.

Wendy, Michael, and Curly wait nervously.

Russell, Russell catches Wendy's ear, and she searches for movement.

Someone, or something's here.

Wendy takes a few cautious steps deeper into the forest. Michael and Curly follow her.
It's pirates. What if it's Peter? We should go back.
Michael picks up a stick and takes a few bold steps ahead. Michael, stay close.
Ha! Look at these fools. These are horrible traps.
Michael tosses his stick and zook! A rope closes in and snatches the stick up like a flying snake. Shhh! Wendy and Michael silence themselves.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. It's coming for you.
Don't say that. Wendy, are you gonna be okay? Nothing bad is gonna happen.
Suddenly, a rope closes in around Michael's ankles, and he flies upside down above the trees. Wendy and Curly spin around, and Michael's nowhere to be seen.
Michael? Michael! Michael!

Quiet!

Zook!

Curly's legs zip up with rope.

And he's hijacked into the sky as he screams.

I'm sorry.

I kind of choked when I said awesome.

Sound very difficult.

Let's read to that. Just run it back a little bit.
Yes, sir. I'll start again.
Zip! Curly's legs zip up with rope, and he's hijacked into the sky as he screams. Wendy tries to chase and grab him, but she's too late.
She stands still among the trees and a few fallen leaves dance down and land at her feet. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.
Wendy holds her breath. The crocodile emerges violently from behind a wall of leaves, large, half mechanical and half green flesh with two glowing green clocks for eyes, the hands ticking.
Wendy squeezes her eyes shut as the crocodile walks right up to her. It takes several whirling sniffs in, puffs steam breath onto her before continuing on.
Wendy opens her eyes as the tick-tock, tick-tock becomes faint. Wendy exhales with a smile, alone again.
She scans the forest floor before spotting a conspicuous arrangement of leaves. Wendy peers up at the dense ceiling of the forest when she hears muffled pirate voices.
Wendy quick spots another pile of leaves, spots a rope. Wendy grabs the rope, yanking.
Zip! She is pulled overhead. Exterior treetops day.
Wendy flies, holding onto the rope, zipping up and up and up toward the treetops. The pins of her hair do unfasten as she reaches the top.
Underneath the canopy, she faces an upside-down Michael and Curly. Did the crocodile come for you? It walked right by me.
You look too big to be a kid to me. John says she's sunted.
Are pirates gonna get us? Not if we cut ourselves loose. Next time you do as I say, understood.
Curly pulls out one of his axes and hands it to Wendy. Excellent.
How is Mamie going to find us now? We should go back to the lair and wait for Peter. Wendy swings and swings to a tree trunk, reaching for a vine, misses, swings again, and grabs hold of the vine, letting go of the rope.
Michael, swing over to me. Michael flings his body back and forth until he's swinging.
He reaches, reaches, and grabs hold of Wendy's hand. She quickly cuts Michael loose.
Wendy waves Curly over. Curly swings, reaching for Wendy's extended hand.
He swings back far, disappearing behind a thick wall of leaves on the other side. Wendy and Michael spring up and look at each other.
Curly? After a moment, the rope swings back without Curly. Curly! Michael reaches and grabs hold of the rope.
Michael! You have to think, understood? You can't just be running off and chasing without a thought. It's a trap.
Michael's silent for a moment and shrugs. So maybe it's a trap.
What else are we going to do? Wendy nods and holds onto the rope as well. One, two, wait, let's.
Michael pushes them off the vine. They swing across straight through the wall of leaves.

An empty rope returns. Interior teepee day.
Mamie pulls a folded piece of paper out of a trash bin and flops it open on the desk. Peter Pan's face stares back from a wanted poster that reads, Peter Pan for 500 gold coins.
Oh, hello! Aren't you the most beautiful and tall and graceful fairy Neverland has ever seen?

You must be my fairy. Starbuck and Tully are playing a card game, War.
An ace and a king are put down. Neither move to take the cards.
Ha! Me ace beats your king. Um, king beats ace.
I don't cheat just cause you be losing.

Who be ye calling a cheater?

Huh?

I be.

Ye be a cheater.

Just scared.

Starbuck stands up, knocking over the table and the cards with it.

Yeah.

Tully throws his hand up and starts picking up the cards from the ground. Mamie carefully folds the wanted poster as the pirates argue and fight each other.
As Tully's tackled by Starbuck, they both spot Mamie holding the folded up poster. Huh? Be ye a bug? Hello, rude pirate.

I'm Peter Pan's new fairy.

I see he's not here in this fine tent, so I'll leave you two to your sad life here. What do you reckon, Tully? I bet Oech would let us, hmm, farts.
This is not a fox. What do you reckon, Tully? I'd bet I could let us back on the ship if we brought in Peter's fairy.
I reckon you're not a stupid affol. The pirates lunge for Mamie.
She zips up high but gets caught in a kettle held by Starbuck. The kettle shakes and bubbles with dents and craters until Starbuck drops it.
Mamie bursts out of the kettle laughing at the pirates flying backwards. Tully and Starbuck scramble as Mamie runs into a chair, pictures, cups, until she finally gets pulled to the ground by a net.
Tully leers at Mamie as he holds up the other end of a butterfly catcher. I gotcha, Peter's fairy.
Exterior treetops, branch maze, day. Wendy and Michael stand on a thick branch surrounded by a wall of leaves.
They're both in awe at the endless maze of branches before them.

Wendy looks at Michael, raises her finger to her lips with a silent,

Michael nods.

Up ahead, the leaves start to rustle, rolling like an incoming wave.

It's something moving across the branches,

approaching closer to Wendy and Michael. Closer and closer.
Run. Wendy shakes her head no.
As the rolling leaves charge towards them, Wendy steps in front of Michael and squeezes her eyes shut. Silence.
Wendy opens her eyes and sees an arrowhead inches away. Wendy focuses on the blade for a moment before moving down the line of the arrow and seeing Tiger Lily, a 15-year-old indigenous girl adorned with a necklace of ears and wearing armor wielding the bow and arrow.
Who are you? Tiger Lily? Is that you? How'd you get here? Tiger Lily leaps down and lands on the branch level with Wendy and Michael. We're looking for Peter.
There is no Peter here. And you wasted four, five of my traps.
Those were your traps? Zup, Zup. Tiger Lily takes off swiftly down the branch and leaping onto a nearby tree.
Wendy and Michael follow her and freeze when behind a curtain of leaves they see Tiger Lily reach two pirates hung upside down. She cuts them down, then they fall screaming until they're silenced with a crunch.
Tiger Lily emerges through the leaves facing Wendy and Michael again. You killed them! How could you? Me? You think I'm cruel for showing no mercy when they're after me? We can't kill.
Even pirates. And why's that? Because only monsters would take away life.
If that's what it takes to stay alive, then I'm a monster. Tiger Lily continues walking.
Help us call Peter. Do I look helpful? It would help you too.
How blind are you? I'm in a tree. All my things have been destroyed by those pirates you want to keep alive.
Including my flute, which is the only way I could call anyone. Can we find you another one? Maybe you can make one.
Will you both stop following me? What about Peter? Peter Pan is dead. Silence.
Wendy and Michael freeze. Tiger Lily continues on.
She pauses, brief remorse, but then jumps onto a branch and disappears behind the leaves. Michael fishes for Wendy's hand.
She grabs it and they stand alone in the vast greenery of the trees. Exterior Forest, day.
Mamie, trapped in a jar, hangs from Starbucks' belt as he runs with Tully across the forest floor. Mamie slips and tumbles with the bumps from the run.

I hate jars! Hate them!

They break through a wall of trees and stand atop a hill, looking down at the ocean

and pirate dock town where a majestic ship is anchored.

Mamie perks up, looking at the ship.

How much do you think we can get? Er, ten gold coins. I won't take less than twenty.
Exterior treetops, tree branches, day. POV threw leaves watching Wendy and Michael make their way through the branch maze.
Once they're gone, Curly steps out and takes off running in the opposite direction. Curly slips and falls through the leaves down a cylindrical hole made of twisted tree branches, screaming.
The branches swoop and turn like a slide as it keeps plummeting. The slide ends in a jump and Curly is flung into the air, landing abruptly in a makeshift hammock made of vines.
An arrow flies hitting the tree trunk right next to his face. Curly screams.
Hey, I thought all you lost boys were captured by pirates. You thought wrong.
Just like you're wrong about Peter. He's alive.

Tiger Lily turns away and Curly jumps down from the hammock and walks to catch up with her.

Your new friends are looking for Peter too. A girl and a boy?

They're not my friends. And I told them they wouldn't find him here.

Peter's going to be looking for me at the lair.

There's nothing left there. There's nothing

left of your camp either.

It's all burned down.

I know that.

That's why I'm leaving Neverland.

And he'll have one less

monster on this island.

Curly runs a few steps to catch up

to Tiger Lily again.

Leaving? How? Tiger Lily pulls back a branch, revealing a clear view of the dock. Like ants, pirates are lining up to the great ship.
Something's happening. Hook, the pirates, everyone's distracted.
It's a sign. See that little boat over there? That dinghy's my ticket off this island.
Curly squints, spotting the small oared boat roped up on the side of the massive pirate ship. Where are you going? As long as it's not here, I don't care.
Exterior pirate ship day. Starbuck hands Mamie in a jar to an elder pirate who inspects her.
Tully gives Starbuck a thumbs up. Nah, that's not Peter's fairy.
His fairy died. Now be gone you filthy desperate dogs.
Johnny gold coins! Ten, we'll take ten! Elder pirate laughs at the two pirates haggling and places the jaw on a windowsill. Mamie pushes up against the lid, trying to escape.
Now be gone, you filthy dogs! Out of here before you's killed! We won't talk to the captain! And we won't back on the ship. We've been looking for Tiger Lily long enough.
Oh, dilla! Elder Pirate takes his sword and runs it through Starbuck's gut. His eyes bulge and he falls back dead.
Tully holds his hand up and runs off the ship. I think one of these be the one! Mamie pokes up at the man's voice and turns to look through the window of Hook's Cham.
Interior pirate ship, Hook's chambers, day. A silver hook taps on the corner of James Hook's fifties, mouth lost in thought.
James Hook has well-groomed hair, striking eyes, and is donned in an all-white gentleman's suit of Regency-era England. Got him right outside the Lost Lands' lair.

Mamie stretches her neck to get a look at Smee, 60s,

a portly man with an omnipresent smile standing next to two small boys,

six, with sacks over their heads.

James Hook approaches the two trembling boys and removes the sacks with his hook.

He kneels face to face with the scared boys, examining them. No.
Take them away. And then saving the best for last.
Nearby these whelps was Peter Pan, said the friend now. The two boys gasp behind the sacks, and James freezes.
Good form. Peter Pan on my ship.
Are you sure it's him? Even flying. I saw it with me own eyes.
It'd be Peter Pan, Captain. Alive and in Neverland.
James Hook paces, tapping, thinking, shaking his head. No, something isn't right, Smee.
Why was he caught so easily?

And why now, when there's nothing left?

What should I be saying?

I am saying Peter Pan only gets caught because he wants to be caught.

And we have walked right into his trap.

Ah, so we let him go?

Don't be stupid, Smee! James Hook takes a final swig of his scotch before grabbing his coat off the coat rack, white and lined with blood-red velvet, swinging it around him. You know what to do, Smee.
Smee's left alone in Hook's chambers with a slam of the heavy wooden door. Aye, Captain.
I'll find out what I need to do, and I'm doing it to Peter Pan. Exterior pirate ship continues.
Mamie turns away from the window and does an excited jig. She tries pushing against the lid once more.
No butge. Ah, bloody jar.
Ahoy, matey! Cap'n Hook B on his way to the deck! Pirates stop working and look around nervously. Get that there wish-fulfilling fairy off his window! Dukes picks up the jar and looks at Mamie.
I don't know if fairies can make wishes come true. The beautiful ones do.
Well, what would you like, young pirate? I think I'd really like a kiss. Hmm.
I'm a bit small for you, don't you think? Not you. From an angel.
I saw her fall from the sky this morning. Granted.
Now let me out. Jukes twists the lid off the jar and Mamie zips up into the sky, leaving behind a trail of pixie dust.
Hey! What about my kiss? Very sad times. Much the sad.
Interior, brig, hull, day. James Hook approaches a lonely metal door with a small grated window.

He pauses for a brief moment before peering inside.

A shadow of an adolescent boy lays in midair as though he's resting on an invisible hammock, whistling a Neverland tune.

James reels back from the window, his eyes darting.

What game are you playing? Exterior, treetops, rocky cliff, day. Wendy and Michael stand on the end of a thick branch where the forest ends and rocky cliffs fall to the ocean below.
Wendy looks down. The water splashes violently beneath them.
Okay. I'm free.
Let's jump.

No!

We could fall into those rocks.

We can fly.

But we don't have any more pixie dust on us.

Michael slumps.

Wendy reaches for Michael and he pulls away from her.

Peter would know what to do.

Well, Peter's not here.

He's...

Wendy's quiet for a moment.

She shakes her head.

Dead?

Don't say dead.

He's alive.

Can we still go back home?

I forgot to tell father goodbye.

Then, rustle, rustle, rustle.

Wendy slowly turns to look back into the forest and sees the leaves moving. There are you! Wendy slaps a hand over Michael's mouth.
Impossible. How'd they get up here? Wendy casts a gaze up.
Baby blue sky, cumulus clouds, and a large neverbird flapping along. Look! The neverbird! What's a neverbird? Michael's eyes widen as the seven-foot pirate surfaces out from the leaves, slow but agile.
Wendy points her brother's attention to the Neverbird. It'll take us to the Mermaid's Lagoon.
I bet they would have something that Tiger Lily could play and call Peter. But Tiger Lily said that— If we have a way, she'll try it.
Even if she thinks hope can't die, even when you think it has. Wendy whistles.
The Neverbird turns its large neck and looks back to Michael and Wendy waving. Hello, Neverbird! The Neverbird flies toward Wendy and Michael, and they cheer.

The large pirate swings his saber as he makes his way toward Wendy and Michael.

Swish, swish, swish.

Michael scrambles back and drops off the edge.

Michael!

Wendy looks over the edge.

She can't see him, but then hears... Wendy, jump!

Water crashes violently down far below. Jump? Where? Where are you? Just jump! The seven-foot pirate now inches away, swings at Wendy, and finally she leaps, just missing the saber.
Wendy soars through the sky and she laughs with glee, just before she turns down and her smile morphs into a scream. The large neverbird with Michael on top rolls in front of Wendy like a train catching her.
Wendy hugs the neck of the neverbird tightly. Wendy, look! Wendy looks below at the pirate port town and one magnificent ship that carries caged rafts floating on the water.
Wendy squints and sees children huddled in the cages. They're children? Lost boys? Can you get closer? Neverbird shakes her head.
No. A bright ball of light appears in front of Wendy and Michael.
The Neverbird squawks unpleasantly, propelling from the light. Wendy and Michael struggle to hold onto the bird, and they cover their eyes from the glow.
They clutch each other's hands just as the light dims. Wendy and Michael look up and see Mamie sitting on Neverbird's head.
Mamie! Mamie! Why are you two on a bird? And where's the wild child? We lost him. Hmph, that child's a feral cat.
We should have never taken him in. Where have you been? Oh, who, me? Just frolicking around and finding Peter Pan.
Wendy and Michael's eyes widen. Peter's alive? Of course he's alive.
He's Peter Pan, for crying out loud. He's got a plan, too.
I don't know what it is, but he was captured on purpose. Wendy pierced down at the ship beneath her.
He didn't forget us. Peter Pan doesn't forget.
He's an elephant. We have to help him.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. According to the...
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. According to that sinister man with a hook, that won't be necessary.
Captain Hook? That's the man's actual name? Hook? Is that irony? We can't leave him with Hook. Hook is dangerous.
We have to think about this. I didn't bring you all the way here just for you to get yourself killed.
You do as I say. Understood.
Michael lays down on the Neverbird's back, covering his face. Wendy spots purpled skin underneath his shirt that's lifted a bit.
She pulls it up more to reveal a large bruise covering his ribs and back. Wendy and Mamie exchange glances.
Take us to the Mermaid Lagoon. Neverbird cuts right, swooping down, diving.
Wendy holds tight, squeezing her eyes shut. Mamie, perched on the bird's head, lifts up both arms, squealing with glee.
Whee! Exterior Mermaid Lagoon, Day. Wendy, Michael and Mamie stand on the rock in the middle of the lagoon watching the Neverbird fly off, back above the clouds and out of sight.
Mamie, I need you to go to the ship and find a way in. And quickly, I want to be ready to move as soon as the sun sets.
Straight away, Miss Wendy. Mamie salutes and zips off flying away.

Michael sits suddenly, collapses, head in his hands.

Wendy rushes to his side.

Oh, Michael.

I'm fine.

I'm not a baby.

Wendy lifts Michael's shirt to study the bruise.

You're hurt.

Must have been from falling on the Neverbird.

That was there from before. Before when? Before in London.
Wendy grabs a leaf, twists it to make a cup, and scoops in water from the lagoon. A hand reaches for Wendy out of the water.
Wendy falls back, watching a purple tail flick up before dipping back underwater.

Mermaid laughter echoes back to Wendy.

Wendy carefully fills her cup with water again.

Drink this.

I don't like it.

It's just different.

Drink it. It's good for you.

Michael takes another big gulp of water before laying his head down on Wendy's lap and falling fast asleep. That's a part of the script, right? Definitely.
Okay. I left my baby lying here Lying here, lying here I left my baby lying here, lying here, lying here.
I left my baby lying here to go and gather playberries. The lagoon water begins to light up with swirls of purples and pinks.
Out pop up the heads of several mermaid children, heads and elbows propped up on the rock, listening. Hov'n hov'n good yo go I never found my baby oh Exterior pirate ship, sunset.
Mamie, perched on top of the mast, looks down as the pirates march in with several platters of food. They set up a magnificent dinner on a long table on the center of the deck.
I found the wee brown otter's track, the otter's track, the otter's track. I found the wee brown otter's track.
But never trace my baby, oh. Mamie flies down to the window of the captain's quarters, where Captain Hook is sipping a glass of brandy sitting in front of an open wooden case.
He looks at several items inside that Mamie cannot make out. Mamie slips on a bottle cork, slamming into the glass window with a tap.
Captain Hook turns to look, but Mamie is already tucked away behind the sill. Hook opens the window.
The pirates and Smee straighten up upon seeing their captain. Everything's well, Captain? Yes, yes, carry on.
I'll get you dinner when we're ready. Keep it covered.
I want it hot. Pirates quickly place lids on the serving plates.
Exterior treetop, tree branches, sunset. Tiger Lily sits with Curly around a campfire.
Tiger Lily carves a cylindrical piece of wood. She blows on it.
It makes a tune and continues to work. What if you get lost at sea? Where would you go? Tiger Lily stops sharpening.
Tons of places. There'd be a map on that pirate ship.
They both turn their heads as a voice echoes through the thick leaves hold and hold and guard y'all go i've lost my darling baby oh i like that song oh it's that song the wendy sung it to me like my mom used to. You don't remember your mom.
Not what she looks like or anything, but I remember that song. Like that moon.
It's the same one I saw before Neverland. I remember.
Exterior pirate ship, sunset. Mamie flies around the pirate ship, dodging pirates as they swat at her and carry platters of food from the dock.
Mamie reaches the back of the ship where she lands on one of the raft cages full of children, boys and girls. The children don't seem to notice her, just staring off into space.
Psst. Hello, boy child.
Patches, aid, looks up. Are you a lost boy? I need to know where they're keeping Peter Pan.
Patches shrugs. Mamie rolls her eyes and flies inside the raft cage and tugs on the child's ear.
Human, how do you get to the brig? Deep inside the hole. Hook keeps the key.
Is that why Peter hasn't come to rescue us? Have faith and chin up, boy. You'll have your Peter back in no time.
Patches pulls his hat over his eyes as he puts his head down on his arms and knees. Mamie looks at him and the other sad children.
She frowns before flying off. Interior pirate ship, Captain's Quarters, 9th.

Captain Hook gives one last look out his window and begins to retreat when he hears a faint voice. I found the trail of the mountain mist, the mountain mist, the mountain mist.
I found the trail of the mountain mist

But never a trace of my The mountain mist. I found the trail of the mountain mist.

But never a trace of my baby, oh.

James Hook clenches his heart and his knees buckles.

Smee enters and sees his captain half collapse and quickly runs to him,

pulling him away from the window and shutting it.

You hear that singing, Smith?

I thought it'd be nice.

I knew you hated it. I would have shot it.

I can still shoot it.

No, no, that would be bad form.

It's just that voice.

It breaks my heart.

Oh.

And that'd be good, sir?

It invigorates me. I think this is a good night for an adventure.
A good night to kill Peter Pan. Exterior, Mermaid Lagoon, night.
Wendy, with Michael still on her lap, finishes her lullaby, stroking his hair. A bright ball comes careening toward Wendy.
Mamie, did you find Peter? Of course. He's deep inside the hole and Hook keeps the key.
Does he need to be back home or something? He does not look good. Wendy looks down at Michael.
He's sweating large beads. He'll be fine once I rescue Peter.
Wendy wipes Michael's forehead with the bottom of her skirt. His eyes flutter awake and he looks up at Mamie and Wendy's eyes watching him with concern.
Where am I? The Mermaid Lagoon in Neverland. I was worried I'd wake up in the hospital in Wales.
We know where Peter is. I'm going to get him out and Neverland will be safe again.
Aren't you a little large for stealthy sneaking? Michael and I can sneak around easy. Michael stands up and beams.
Absolutely not. It's going to be me and only me.
You two stay here. Why? Because you think I'm a baby? I'm keeping you safe.
This

isn't an adventure for me. It's all for you.
Why did you bring me here if I'm just ruining your fun? That's not true. It is.
You trust me so little. You'd rather face pirates alone, even though You're too big and grown up to sneak past them.
I'm not grown up

Fine you can come, but only for lookout. Understood.
Michael nods, angry but satisfying. And how are you going to sneak past this ship full of pirates? Wendy pulls out a small bronze tin from her pocket and opens it up, pink wax.
She dips her fingers into it slightly, dabbing it delicately on her lips. I have a plan.
Exterior docks pirate ship, Night. Two pirates chat by the ramp.
Behind them, a figure leaps gracefully off the dock onto the side of the ship. Another smaller figure jumps, barely making it, grunting, reaching.
The pirates turn to look just as he disappears to the back. Tiger Lily waits as Curly struggles to scale toward her.
Don't get me caught. Tiger Lily pulls herself up to the window of the captain's quarters.
It's empty clear i'll find the map you stay here and keep

watch then you help me get back to the lair just worry about your part i'm good for mine curly spots the rafts floating at the back of the ship he leans back for a better view and sees cages of lost boys

Curly's jaw drops into a smile

Pockets no No nap. Latches.
Shh. Tiger Lily looks and sees the cages behind the ship.
Curly? Is that you? I'm coming. Tiger Lily grabs Curly by the collar.
He's hanging off the edge of the ship. What do you think you're doing? I, uh, free them.
They can help. I'm not here on a rescue mission, understood? Tiger Lily swings Curly back onto the ship and he clings onto the side, trembling.
Exterior pirate ship deck, night. A few pirates play a sea shanty as dinner's well underway.
James Hook sits at the head of the table, sipping brandy, his plate untouched. On the dock, Michael and Mamie hide behind barrels.
Wendy nods to them before taking a deep breath and boldly sauntering up the ramp right onto the deck of the ship. Wendy spots Jukes, the young pirate she met upon arrival, and eyes him with a nervous swallow.
She presses her lips together, evenly spreading the pink wax. Slowly, all the pirates notice her.
They stop eating, stop conversing, and stop playing their instruments. Ugh, this was a stupid plan.
Jukes beams seeing Wendy and confidently walks over to her, reaching out his hand. It's you, the angel.
Did the fairy bring you here? Uh, how did you know? Give him a kiss. Wendy looks at Mamie, confused as Jukes leads her into the crowd of pirates.
James Hook cranes his neck from the

far end of the table. Smee, who is that? Ah, looks like a lass.
Well, I see that. How did she get here? She must be an angel.
Don't be stupid, Smee. Oh, you think she'd be that one singing that there song? She's the angel that fell from the sky.
Play her something! Pirates snap to and begin playing music. Jukes stands beside Wendy nervously.
Do you dance? No, not well. Jukes takes Wendy's hand and spins her around.
They dance or the pirates surrounding them. Take a look around, will you? Make sure nothing is amiss and the prisoner is still where we left him.
Aye, aye, Captain. Smee gets up and heads toward the back of the ship.
Pirates tap their heels and clap along to Wendy and Dukes' dance before getting up and joining in. James Hook cocks his head, but is unable to see around the crowd.
Mamie and Michael grimace. It's working.
Her plan's working. Why is it working? Grown men are stupid, that's why.
We're not really going to hide here all night. Are we? Well, I don't know.
That pirate lover sister of yours says we were to keep lookout. Nothing more.
What's there to look out for if all the pirates are on that ship? And distracted. Michael and Mamie smile in agreement, then move to the ship.
The music slows. Wendy nervously puts her head on Jukes' shoulder.
Enjoying the moment, Wendy relaxes. The pirates tilt their heads and sigh, also caught up in their mug.
Then Jukes is pulled away from Wendy and the music stops. James Hook stands before Wendy.
Wendy's breath stops. She looks down and eyes the silver sharp hook of his hand.
James reaches out his good hand and offers a slight bow. May I? Wendy takes his hand and James pulls her in, wrapping his good hand around her waist, and gently places his hook onto her right palm, positioning her to waltz.
I don't know how to dance formally.

You've never learned to waltz?

No, I've not been exposed to much outside my home.

Hmm.

Just follow the hook.

End of episode two.

Great.

All right, that's lunch.

Fantastic, everybody.

Great work.

So let's see if the lunch is here.