"Alright, Peter Pan. Your time has come. I've finally got you all trapped up. I've been waiting years for this moment. Prepare to be slayed."
Smee and the crew were watching as Hook was using his new invention: two wood-curved figures of him and Peter Pan with strings attached.
"Say your prayers, Hook. You old codfish."
"Oh. I'm not falling for that again. You will die in vain, Peter Pan. AHHHH....!"
Suddenly, the strings broke and the figures smashed to pieces.
"Oh. I've been working for a week on those."
The crew laughed.
"Be quiet, you fools."
"We're so sorry, captain," giggled Smee, "it's just that you and...Peter Pan..."
The crew laughed after Smee.
"ENOOOOOUUUUUGH!" shouted Hook,. "I will soon get my revenge on Peter Pan and when I do, he will pay severely.
"But how, captain?" questioned Smee.
"Oh, I have the perfect plan."
Hook smirked in delight.
"I think we need to pay a little visit to his little fairy friend: Tinker Bell."
Hook and his crew made it over the little hideout Peter and the lost boys lived.
"There she is. Sleeping."
Smee and the crew were scared.
"What are you waiting for, Smee? Get the magic and stuff it in your sack."
Smee, frightened, made his way over to Tinkerbell and sprinkled some pixie dust into his sack and then laid her gently down.
"Now, get back up!" whispered Hook impatiently.
Smee quietly made his way back and the crew cheered for him.
"Now come on, men. We've got a job to do.
The crew made their way back spot where Hook's ship sunk. Smee dumped the dust inside and the ship rose and came back to power.
The crew cheered in delight.
"Well done, man. Now let's make our way to London, shall we?"
"Alright," the crew cheered in delight.
And the ship took off at once.