Peter Pan

All this has happened before.
And it will all happen again.
But this time
it happened in London.

It happened on a quiet street
in Bloomsbury.

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.
George, dear, do hurry. We mustn't
be late for the party, you know.

Mrs Darling believed that Peter Pan
was the spirit of youth.

- But 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... Ouch!
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.

Blast you, Peter Pan!
Take that! Give up,
Captain Hook? Give up?

Never! I'll teach you
to cut off me hand!

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

Oh, yes.
Thank you, Wendy.

Wendy, the eldest,
not only believed...

she was the supreme authority
on Peter Pan...

and all his
marvellous adventures.

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

Nana, the nursemaid,
being a dog...

kept her opinions to herself...
and viewed the whole affair
with a certain tolerance.

Take that!
Insolent boy!
I'll slash you to ribbons!

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

- Careful, Michael, my glasses.
- I'm sorry, John.