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2nd Date - Chapter 6: Scandalous

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Chapter 6: Scandalous

Peter Pan had wrestled crocodiles, thwarted Indians, resisted mermaids, raced pixies, battled pirates, and cut off the stinking hand of a Codfish.

But ugh! Wendy's parents were unconquerable!

"Get out!" Mr. Darling hurled Peter over the threshold. "And stay out!"

Peter reeled before hitting the walk. Rolling midair, he flipped onto his feet and marched right back to the Darling's door.

The Darlings lived alongside most of the fairytale characters – mini blue tiled towers behind Cinderella's Castle. Several residence peeked from their windows to watch the confrontation. Peter Pan was mad as a hot potato and stubborn as a bull. Sparks were going to fly.

Peter banged the door. "Hey! You forgot my hat!"

The door popped opened. Peter's hat smacked him in the face. The door slammed shut.

Peter banged the door again. "Hey!" he hollered, stuffing on his hat. "Now you forgot my Wendy! Give her back!"

"Arrest your vulgar language!" Mr. Darling bellowed from inside. "And away you street rat! Away or I'll alarm the Disney brigade!"

"Ha!" Peter banged the door. The Disney brigade was a police force collected from a mix of stories. There was Basil of Baker Street from The Great Mouse Detective, Captain Amelia fromTreasure Planet, Razoul and the royal guards from Aladdin, Sergeant Gerson from Big Hero 6, and a whole slew of generic law enforcers that did not threaten Peter the least bit.

"Go ahead!" Peter wrenched the door knob. He heard Mrs. Darling gasp as it rattled. "Go ahead and try! I'm not scared!"

"Be gone you flying devil!" Mr. Darling rapped the door. "By decree of Wendy's Disney World contract you shall be gone! The contract orders you will not interact with her! It's a contract by jove– signed by Walt Disney and approved by Mickey Mouse! You are forbidden from Wendy! Forbidden forever!"

There was a scuffle. Peter's ears pricked, tuning to Wendy's voice.

"Wendy?" he called.

"Father no!" Wendy begged. "Father please, what have you done?"

"Silence, young lady!"

"But Peter's not – "

"Young lady! Up to your ROOM!"

"Wendy?!"

Peter pounced at the keyhole. Frantically he searched inside.

"Wendy! Wendy you okay? Is – is that Hook?"

Peter's spine ripped right through his belly. "Wendy!" Peter hacked his dagger into the keyhole. "Wendy hold on! I'm coming! Hook! Hook let her go!"

"Call the Disney brigade." Captain Hook instructed Mr. Darling. Swiftly, he dragged Wendy upstairs. "I shall safeguard the little miss."

"No! No Father you mustn't! Peter!" Wendy floundered, legs hitting the banister. "Peter! Peter, fly Peter! Fly! Father's calling the brigade! He's – "

"That – " Captain Hook tossed Wendy into her nursery. "—is enough!"

Wendy scrambled away. Without hesitation she ran to the window, wrenched the handles –

"It's locked!"

Horrified, Wendy tugged. "Oh no! Oh no!" she groped the pane as Captain Hook's footsteps approached from behind. "Oh please, please, please open! Oh open, please don't be – "

"Locked!"

Captain Hook twisted Wendy from the glass. "Please, my dear – "

With astounding strength he flung Wendy into the window seat. "—be my guest!"

Wendy hit the pane. Outside, sirens wailed and red lights strobed across Captain Hook's face.

"The brigade!" Wendy tried to turn. Resisting the captain's pull she searched desperately for Peter between flashing police lights. "Peter! Peter fly away! Fly Peter! Fly!"

"He can't hear you!" Captain Hook braced Wendy against the pane. "The window is enchanted by Maleficent you see! One of my little tricks, funded happily by your miserable mother and father. The window is locked. And impenetrable to sound! Go ahead, my dear. Scream as loud as you want – "

Captain Hook pressed Wendy's cheek against the glass. "Peter Pan cannot hear you."

Wendy push his hand. "My mother will – "

"Your mother and father trust me implicitly!"

Wendy struggled, blinded by sirens. "Peter Pan will – "

"Peter is powerless!" Captain Hook struck the window. "The Disney brigade will shoot him from the sky! And after tonight, my dear, you shall never see Peter Pan again! We have a contact!"

"What? What contract?"

"Your Disney World contract!" Captain Hook released Wendy, having drawn her attention. "Twas I that convinced your parents Peter Pan was no good! Twas I that convinced your parents to beseech Mickey Mouse! Twas I that drew the terms for your new contract! My dear Wendy: you are Peter Pan are no longer a Disney World item! Instead, you will travel the parks – "

Captain Hook trapped Wendy against the window. He lifted her chin.

" – with me."

Wendy stopped breathing.

"No…" she whispered. "No! No! I will never! I will never Captain Hook!"

Captain Hook squeezed Wendy's chin. "Delightful! My dear – you do not have a choice! The contract is signed by Walt Disney. Edited by Mickey Mouse. Your parents will simply not allow theirpure, English lady to expose herself with riff raff like Peter Pan. It is far, far…"

He traced her eyes with his hook.

"…too scandalous! So rest well, my little Wendy."

Captain Hook threw Wendy at the bed. He laughed as she bounced and tumbled to the floor.

"For tomorrow, we begin our Disney World adventure. Together! Forever!"

Wendy protested. She begged. She wept to her parents until her tears pooled at the foot of the stairs. But it was no use: Mickey Mouse had approved the contract. Thus it was so: Wendy could never see Peter Pan again.

And that, if you'll pardon the pun, did not fly well with Wendy Moria Angela Darling.

"Peter Pan is not riff raff." Wendy sniffed. Kneading away her tears she looped a bedsheet through the window handle. Using the sheet as leverage, she pulled.

"And I don't—" Wendy panted, shoulders aching. "—want to be – " she strained hard as she could. "—with Captain Hook! Oh!"

Distraught, Wendy sat. The window had not budged.

But Peter Pan appeared on the other side. He cocked his head, pointed at the bed sheet, and mouthed Waddya doing?

"Peter!"

Wendy leapt. She probed the glass. "Peter! Are you all right? Did they hurt you? Oh I was so worried, so very worried! How could they? Mother and Father – "

Peter frowned. Shaking his head, he tapped his pointed ear.

"Oh." Wendy remembered. "Maleficent's magic. It's sound proof. It's…"

Miserably Wendy sat. "Oh dear."

She looked up. Peter was inspecting the glass. Twice he pushed, then drove his shoulder against the window when it wouldn't open.

Curiously he looked at Wendy.

Wendy lifted her hand. "Its locked." she said sadly, twisting her wrist in a key motion.

Peter nodded knowingly. He mouthed something very rude that included the word 'grownups.' Then, perching grumpily on the ledge, he scratched his head to think.

Intermittently Peter glanced at Wendy, almost like she was a chess piece and he was determining the best course of play. Wendy tried her best to be helpful, but could not stop dreading a lifetime of Disney World outings with Captain Hook.

Suddenly Peter jumped. Snapping his fingers (Wendy could not hear it), he pointed ecstatically at Wendy.

"…me?" Wendy said. "You want me…to do what?"

Peter tiptoed his fingers across his palm.

Wendy nodded. "Walk. You want me to walk…"

Peter pointed down.

"…walk down…"

Peter used his fingers to widen his eyes. Unblinking he ogled through the glass.

"Stare...stare…stair…stairs? Oh Peter." Wendy's insides skipped nervously. "You want me to walk down stairs?"

Peter gave a thumbs up.

"Now?"

Peter shrugged. Why not?!

Wendy clasped her fingers. Doubtfully she glanced at the nursery door. Nana was in the hallway. And she could hear voices downstairs.

"Well…" Wendy stiffened her lip. "I'll try."

Peter clapped. Excitedly be sprinted off. Then, as quickly, he reappeared.

Wendy. he mouthed, flattening his hand against the window. Be careful.

Wendy smoothed her hand over his. She could feel Peter's heat through the glass.

"I will."

The journey downstairs felt like an eternity. With agonizing slowness Wendy slunk downstairs, gradually dispersing her weight, and freezing when she heard a crack. She dared not breathe and was certain that if a feather fell, she would explode like a bomb!

But the most dreadful challenge was listening to her parents' conversation. Leisurely they insulted Peter Pan and congratulated Captain Hook for his forthrightness in the matter. Captain Hook was only too appreciative, and assured the Darlings that he was very much looking forward to escorting their little Wendy through Disney World. A pox upon that rascal Peter Pan!

"Codfish." Wendy breathed, delicately lowering to the bottom step.

She finally reached the door. Forcing herself to maintain deliberate pace, Wendy gingerly turned the knob. Sure that her heart was beating too loud, she eeked the door ajar, and slipped outside.

Carefully she turned. With painstaking slowness, she drew the door. Knowing the lock would click, she gently turned the knob, fitting it in place. Bit by bit, inch by inch, hair by tiny hair –

"Gotcha!"

Peter seized her from behind. Wendy yelped, but Peter covered her mouth.

"Peter!" Wendy was overcome with terror and relief. Hugging Peter she uncorked all her bottled emotions. "Don't do that!"

Peter laughed. "Way to go Wendy!"Victoriously he swung her down the steps. "I knew you could trick those ol' grown – "

"I say! Mary do you hear that? A scuffling at the door?"

"Oh George, dear! Do you think it's Peter Pan?"

"Allow me." A shadow passed across the parlor window and moved under the door.

Peter and Wendy both looked. "Hook!" they whispered, bumping foreheads.

"Come on!" Peter pulled Wendy into the night. "This way Wendy!"

The Darling's door opened. Gold light spread into the street. Captain Hook's shadow slivered through it like a knife.

"Blast you…" he hissed. "….Peter Pan."

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