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As intended, the spectacle of Maria’s final moments was captivating enough that nobody noticed Miranda’s Tinkerbelle sneaking out from the garage. As the pirates laughed and clapped each other on the shoulders, congratulating themselves on having done away with Tiger-Lilly, even if it had not delivered their true nemesis into their hands, she began to creep theatrically across the stage area, ducking down behind a rock every now and then, or hiding behind a tree or other piece of scenery. Slowly, some of the children started to notice her, pointing her out to their friends who began to giggle, some even to cheer but she put a finger to her lips to caution them not to give her away.

With her over the top, comedic stealth antics worthy of any cartoon character, she made her way across to Skull Rock just as the pirates came back the other way and huddled together, engaging in the theatrical custom of “rhubarb” – chattering quiet nonsense to each other and wildly gesticulating to give the appearance of being deep in conversation while actually just removing themselves from the audience focus to give another performer their moment in the spotlight. Just as other characters on stage always act as if they cannot hear a soliloquy delivered by another direct to the audience, none of the pirates behaved as if they could hear the obviously musical tinkling that accompanied the fairy’s every movement.

Emerging from behind another rock, Tinkerbelle approached the front of the tank where Tiger-Lilly floated peacefully now, beautiful and tranquil, gently bobbing as her braids floated out beside her. What nobody in the audience seemed to have noticed, or not thought anything of if they had, was the click where the electricity had begun to flow through the heating element in the base, effectively turning the whole set-piece into a giant kettle in which the already hot water would soon begin to boil. Tink used the side of her arm to wipe the actually very clear glass as if clearing a foggy window, peered in at the lovely corpse then frowned. Experimentally, she tapped on the glass with her fist. When the girl inside did not respond, she realised that it must already be too late but, rather than appearing horrified or distraught, she treated this discovery with cross irritation, like someone in front of her in line had bought the last jam donut!

She stamped her foot petulantly then made a punching motion across her own chest before crossing her arms sulkily for a moment then acting as if she was noticing the other prisoner for the first time and sneaking back to the pirate camp to hide behind the over-sized cannon, Long Tom, and await developments.

“So, dear lady!” Hook purred dangerously at Wendy, “it seems that Tiger-Lilly held her tongue to the last! No matter,” he grinned, stroking the side of her face with his hook, “even if you refuse to call for help, the smell of your delicious roasting meat will travel across the whole island. There is no way he could miss that!” He untied her by unpicking the loose knot behind her with his hook then stuck that same steel claw into her hair to drag her forwards. As she stood with her arms free but looking around in a little confusion as if trying to work out what was going to happen next, Smee untied the back of her nightgown and it fell away, pooling on the floor around her and leaving her in only her bloomers, soft, budding chest with puffy pink nipples clearly displayed to the audience.

Looking scandalised, but pausing long enough to make sure everyone had got a good look, Wendy put her hands over her deliciously appetising pre-teen breasts and rounding on the pirate Captain.

“Who, Captain Hook! You absolute brute!” she chastised him. “You call yourself a Gentleman! An Etonian Gentleman no less! And yet this is how you treat a young lady?” Hook looked genuinely stung for a moment as if, my attacking his sense of self-identity, she had found his weakness but he quickly rallied.

“Oh Wendy!” He shook his head, clucking his tongue. “You ceased to be a lady when you cast your lot in with that wretch Peter Pan! Now you are nothing more than a creature of the forest! Closer kin to the rabbits, deer and wild boar than to your mother’s tea-sipping, novel-reading, gossiping friends! And, as such, I claim my right to enjoy you for my dinner!” He made a swipe with his hook at the gathered waist of her bloomers, tugging them loose so that these too fell down, leaving her entirely naked. For a second she switched to covering her chest with one arm while moving her other hand down to cover her smooth, plump vulva but just at that moment a loud crowing like that of a cockerel was heard and everyone looked up to see Peter himself standing in the open window of the master bedroom which over-looked the garden.

“Why, look!” Wendy cried, pointing upwards and forgetting all modesty in her excitement. “It’s Peter! Oh you’re for it now, Captain Hook!”

“The only thing anyone’s having for dinner around here,” Peter shouted down cockily, “is codfish!” As the children watched in delight, he grabbed the rustic-looking handle of the zip-wire that, until then, everyone who even noticed it had simply taken as part of the staging, possibly as a way to hold some of the scenery up or in place. He gave a loud, triumphant whoop as he hurtled down, cheered on by the audience then, just before the end, he dropped, landed with a somersault then leapt to his feet again with another crow. Of course the children, especially the birthday boy, went absolutely wild! Delighted to see their hero and sure that the villainous pirate was now going to get served his just desserts!

“So, Pan!” Hook sneered, drawing his sword. “At last you show up! Too later to save poor Tiger-Lilly,” he gloated, “but just in time to die!”

“Dark and sinister man!” Peter reposted, drawing his own sword as Hook lunged toward him. What followed was quite the epic fight, with Hook getting more and more frustrated as Peter evaded him, leaping from place to place around the set with such energetic, acrobatic grace sprightliness that it was easy for those watching to believe that he really could fly! Around the performance area they chased each other, swords clashing, while the cowardly pirates huddled together and Tinkebelle and Wendy encouraged the children to cheer for Peter and chant his name.

At the designated moment, Peter poked the tip of his sword into the clasp of Hook’s belt, concealed by the long waistcoat, triggering the quick release mechanism and causing his trousers to fall down reveal anachronistic but cartoonishly hilarious long, pink boxer shorts with red hearts of them. Tinkerbelle pointed and laughed silently, so hard that she had to clutch her stomach while Wendy, ever the refined young lady despite her current nakedness, put her hand to her mouth to hide her giggles. The watching children, of course, exploded into wild guffaws and Peter took advantage of the pirate’s embarrassed distraction to hook the wig and hat right off his head with the tip of his sword.

“Why, Captain Hook!” he declared with confident laughter. “I see you are as bald as an egg!” The children laughed more as the defeated Pirate dropped his sword and looked sheepish.

“Such a nice coat should only be worn by a gentleman!” Wendy wagged her finger at him. “And you, Hook, are no gentleman! Take it off at once!” The Captain looked as if he was about to protest but Peter flicked his wig out into the audience then levelled the tip of his blade to his enemy’s throat. Wendy put her hands on her hips and watched as sternly as any Victorian governess as Hook was made to strip off down to his underwear then take off his shiny shoes and white stockings.

“What should we do with his pants, boys any girls?” Peter asked, teasing the waistband of Hook’s boxers with his blade.

“PULL THEM DOWN!” Came the instant, unanimous reply.

“Oh no!” Begged Hook. “You wouldn’t! Come on, Peter!” He pleased. “Good form, eh? I promise never to bother you and your friends again?”

“It wasn’t very good form when you took my underwear clothes off!” Wendy reminded him. “Or Tiger-Lilly’s! What do you say, boys and girls? Should we do it?” She and Peter stood either side of the humiliated villain, each gripping a handful of pink Satin.

“YES!” the children bellowed in unison before taking up a chant of “PULL. THEM. DOWN! PULL. THEM. DOWN!” On the third repetition, the performers did what they wanted and Luke was left in nothing but his false moustache. Quickly, but not after pausing long enough to let the ladies in the audience get a reasonable glimpse of the sausage and oysters that would be served up before too long, he covered himself with his hand and hook and leant forwards as if terribly embarrassed.

“What should we do with him now?” Peter asked Wendy. “What do you think, Tink?” But before either of the girls could answer, an ominous ticking sound was heard, quiet at first but growing ever louder.

“Oh no!” Wailed Hook. “It’s that accursed crocodile who ate my hand and has been following me ever since hoping for the rest! You’ve got to let me go, Peter!”

“I think I have a better idea!” Peter laughed. “You!” He drew his sword again and pointed it at one of the cowering pirates. “The ugly one! And you! He singled out another. “The one who stinks worse than all the rest! Come over here!” Timidly, the pirates did as he ordered. “You’re going to help me, or I’ll run you through!” Peter menaced with obvious relish. “Who enjoys feeding time at the zoo?” He asked the audience.

Lots of hands went up and cries of “Me!”

“What wants to see a crocodile get fed?” Hands waved more aggressively and there was much laughter as the pirates took hold of Hook’s arms, forcing him to expose his Permahard-induced erection and smooth oyster pouch. “Here, crocky-crocky!” Peter cooed as Hook’s knees began to knock together in terror, to the great delight and amusement of the children.

The ticking grew louder. Then, from a dark fibreglass cave at the back that, much like Skull Rock, everyone had taken to be simple set-dressing, a monstrous head appeared, snorting, snapping its jaws and the eyes looking from side to side. The head was followed by the shoulders and front legs of an impossibly-large crocodile, the head alone nearly six feet in length. Without the context of the story, most of the children would have assumed it to be a dragon, or at least a dinosaur. The animatronic crocodile roared then opened its jaws wide, ready to receive its treat. Mocked by the jeering children, Hook was dragged towards the gaping jaws by his former crew. Since the pirates were plated by grown adults and Luke was a just a teen, albeit a tall, well built and well-endowed one one, they had no problem lifting him off his feet and holding him horizontal. As they had practiced many times, the young actor pressed his feet together, straightened his legs and crossed his arms across his chest like a Pharaoh and the pirates slid him into the crocodile’s mouth which then snapped shut, apparently swallowing him whole.

As the children cheered at Peter’s victory and Hook’s demise, the croc drew back into the cave and the ticking faded until it was silent. The scared pirates ran back to their crew-mates and huddled with them.

“Oh Peter!” Wendy threw her arms around him and kissed him on the cheek. “I am so glad you got rid of that nasty, mean, old, ugly brute!”

“Oh the cleverness of me!” Peter stuck his chest out and crowed again before remembering something. “Wait, Wendy,” he looked puzzled. “What did you mean when you said Hook took Tiger-Lilly’s clothes off too? Is she around here?”

“Oh Peter!” Wendy looked concerned. “You didn’t see? She was so brave!” She pointed to Skull Rock what Maria still floated, looking almost angelic in the now-boiling water, the convection currents causing her limp body to sway hypnotically. As Peter and Wendy moved towards the set-piece, Tinkerbelle ran ahead and looked with curiosity at the floating body. She shook her hands in excitement to create a wild jingling. “What does she say, Peter?” Wendy asked, curiously.

“She says the water was made so hot by the volcano under the sea,” Peter translated, “that Tiger-Lilly has been boiled!”

“Oh yes!” Wendy exclaimed, looking at the now discretely-cooked meat girl in the tank and putting her hands to her cheeks in surprise. “She’s all boiled up like the whitefish Eliza likes to cook!”

“Do you think we should eat her?” Peter asked, stroking his chin. “What do you think, boys and girls? Would you like to try some?” Of course the response was unanimous positive. “It would be a shame to let her go to waste!” Peter nodded thoughtfully. “Okay, you pirates,” he barked his order, “go fetch us a big plate of rice and salad!” The water began to drain back into the reservoir inside the skull and Maria’s body slowly began to lower back towards the seat. “Come, Wendy,” he held out his hand. “Let’s enjoy some boiled Tiger-Lilly then get you home! Wendy?” He asked, seeing the less than enthusiastic look on her face. “What’s wrong?”


To be continued...