"Help! Help!" cried Thomas as he came running into the fort, alerting the other colonists.
"What's wrong, Thomas?" asked Ben.
"It's Smith! He's been captured!"
"Captured?" asked another colonist as more of them arrived at the scene. Soon, all of the colonist gather around and listen to Thomas. Ratcliffe smiles deviously as he now gains the colonist's support in favor against the indians.
"See? I told you this place wasn't safe!" a female tourist said to her husband.
"No you didn't!" her husband snapped back at her. "You just tell me I don't do anything!"
"Oh my god!" exclaimed Lon. "The savages already caught Smith! What if they come after us next?"
"Well, I'm certainly not going to let that happen," said Ratcliffe as he now announced himself before the colonists. "I'm just glad none of you actually went near a savage. Smith has made a mistake for trying to befriend them, but we'll soon rid the New World of those naked tanned menaces." The colonists then shout in agreement with Ratcliffe. "What can you expect, from filthy little heathens? Here's what you get when the races are diverse. Their skins are hellish red. They're only good when dead. They're vermin as I said. And worse..."
"They're savages! Savages!" sang the colonists as they arm themselves with AK-47s.
"Barely even human!" sang Ratcliffe.
"Savages! Savages!"
"They're not like you and me, which means they must be evil. We must sound the drums of war!" A row of colonists are rapidly playing drum sets during Ratcliffe's verse.
"Savages, savages! Dirty shrieking devils! Now we sound the drums of war!"
Meanwhile at the Powhattan village, the natives are also preparing for war with the colonists as they decorate their bodies with war paint.
"This is what we feared," sang Chief Powhattan. "The pail face is a demon. The only thing they feel at all is greed."
"Beneath that milky hide," sang Kekata as he is drawing paint over two native warrior's faces. "There's emptiness inside."
"I wonder if they even bleed!" the two native men sang as they turn around and reveal funny paintings of animals on their faces. The native on the right had the drawing of a cat's face and the one of the left had the drawing of a butterfly.
"They're savages! Savages! Barely even human! Savages! Savages!"
"They're different from us, which means they can't be trusted," Kekata sang as he painted his hand on a native's chest.
"We must sound the drums of war!" sang the chief as he held up a club.
"Savages! Savages! First we deal with this one," the warriors sang as they reffered to John Smith, who was tied up inside a tipi. "Then we sound the drums of war."
"Savages! Savages!" sang the colonists
"Let's go get them, men!" cried Ben.
"Savages! Savages!" sang the native warriors.
"Now it's up to you men!" sang Ratcliffe.
Savages!" sang the natives.
Savages!" sang the colonists.
"Barely even human," they then all sang together. "Now we sound the DRUMS... OF... WAR!"
O-O-O-O
At Grandmother Willow's pond, Pocahontas is troubled again, this time for now endangering the life of John Smith. "Grandmother Willow, what should I do?" she asked. "They're about to go to war soon and I now feel responsible for starting it."
"I just hope your father gets killed in battle," said Grandmother Willow. "He never had any respect for women."
"Hey, Pocahontas. I took this from Smith and thought I should give to you as something to remember him by." Meeko said as he gave Pocahontas a compass.
"What is it?" Pocahontas asked him.
"It's a compass, dumbass." Meeko snarled. "White people use it as a GPS."
"I'm a stranger to their ways, Meeko." Pocahontas then looks at the compass. "Strange. The arrow inside this compass seems to be pointing in some direction." Pocahontas then pauses as she realizes something. "Wait. Don't you see? The compass is showing me my path, the one thing I've been trying to find out this entire time. I now know what to do, and it's to save my man. My white man, Smith."
Grandmother Willow sighs in reluctance. "If you love that much, go to him. But I still don't like him because he's a white man."
O-O-O-O
John Ratcliffe is seen marching among the sunrise over the horizon. "This will be the day!" he cried as he drew out his sword while leading his men behind him. "Let's go, men!"
Chief Powhattan is watching the sun rise before him. "This will be the morning. Bring out the prisoner!" Two native men appear with John Smith from inside a tipi, grabbing each of his arms as they drag him away for his execution.
"We will see him dying in the dust." The native men sang.
"I don't know what I can do," sang Pocahontas as she ran on top of a mountain along with Flit, Meeko, and a few other forest animals following her, making her way to save Smith and stop the ensuing conflict. "Still, I know I've got to try." "
Now we make them pay," sang the colonists still marching their way towards battle.
"Eagle, help my feet to fly," sang Pocahontas running through a clearing field with her shadow forming as a giant eagle.
"Now without a warning," sang the natives still carrying Smith and preparing to execute him.
"Mountain, help my heart be great," sang Pocahontas as she ran down a mountain landslope with a giant wind spirit of an eagle flying above her.
"Now we leave them them blood and bone and rust," sang both the colonists and natives.
"Spirit of the earth and sky..." sang Pocahontas.
"It's them or us." sang the natives and colonists.
"Please don't let it be too late..."
"They're just a bunch of filthy stinking-"
"Savages!" roared the natives.
"Savages!" roared the colonists.
"Demons" the natives called the colonists by their outburst.
"Devils!" the colonists called the natives by their outburst.
"Kill them!" roared Ratcliffe.
"SAVAGES! SAVAGES!"
"What are we waiting for?!" sang Ratcliffe while the natives and Smith are walking past a giant waterfall that displays a moving image of Ratcliffe and the colonists, enraged. "Destroy their evil race, until there's not a trace left."
Pocahontas is now running through a forest. "How loud..."
"We will sound the drums of war," sang the colonists as they also make their way through a forest of tall trees.
"Are the..."
"Now we sound the drums of war," sang the natives as they place John Smith near the top edge of a cliff.
"Drums of war..."
"Now we see what comes, when trying to be chums," sang the natives as one of them gives Chief Powhattan a club.
The colonists soon make their way outside of the forest, where they come to an immediate halt in shock, as they see Smith about to be executed by the natives before their very eyes.
"Is the death of all I love, carried in the drumming of..." Pocahontas sang as she ran past the warriors and up the cliff to where her father had already raised his club over his head and was about to kill Smith with it.
"WAR!" The song then ends.
Pocahontas leaps over Smith's body and shields him from Chief Powhattan's wrath. "No!" she cried.
"Ah yeah. This is what it should be like when we're having sex together," cooed Smith as Pocahontas was sexually humping over him.
"If you kill him, you'll have to kill me too," Pocahontas said to her father.
"Mmm... fine," said Chief Powhattan, unperturbed. He then raises his club above his head again, as he now prepares to kill Pocahontas as well, frightening her.
"Wait," one of the native warriors stopped him. "That seems kind of harsh to kill your daughter. Don't you think you should hear her out first?"
Chief Powhattan sighs in reluctance. "Fine."
"Father, I love this man and I can't be with him since neither of our kind can reason with each other. Now I chose my path. Will you continue down this path of war and hatred towards each other?"
Chief Powhattan looks to his left to see the colonists aim their AK-47 guns at them. He then looks to his right to see his fellow warriors also armed with AK-47 weapons aimed at the colonists. Chief Powhattan closes his eyes as he feels the wind blow around him. He soons opens them, now that he has a moment of clarity. "My god. How could I have been so blind? All I ever wanted was for Pocahontas to be together with a perverted member of her kind who she didn't even have feelings for. I never even gave her mother a choice when I forced her to marry me. But now, if Pocahontas wants to be with this sort of white foreigner, then he's okay by me. Let him go."
A native man cuts Smith's ropes with a knife, and Smith then embraces Pocahontas. The warriors also lowered their weapons now that they see Smith and Pocahontas rekindle in their relationship.
"I'm sorry, sweetie." Chief Powhattan apologized to Pocahontas. "We should've listened to you and not have been so afraid of a white man."
Ratcliffe, however, still proceeds with his plan to wage war against the natives. "This is our chance, men. Prepare to fire!" he ordered as he pointed his sword at the natives standing on top of the cliff.
"No," Thomas defied him.
"What do you mean no?"
"I just don't see any good reason why we should attack them now since they let him go." Thomas replied.
"Yeah, and we're now sick of taking orders from you." Ben scolded as he and Lon stood next to Thomas.
"Fine, then," said Ratcliffe as he now weilds a rifle. "I'll shoot myself."
Ratcliffe aims his weapon at Chief Powhattan. As Smith notices this, he leaps in front of Chief Powhattan and is shot. Pocahontas gasps at Smith as she ran towards his aid.
The colonists are also horrified as well. "You shot him!" cried Thomas.
"You bastard!" cried Lon.
"Let's get him before he kills one of us again!" cried Ben.
The colonists turn on Ratcliffe as they surround him. "Unhand me, you pillocks! I am your boss!" Ratcliffe cried as two colonists grabbed hold of his arms.
"We've had just enough of you!" Thomas said as he took Racliffe's gun away from him. As the colonists then take Ratcliffe away, Thomas turns around and rushes to Smith's aid on top of the cliff, where Pocahontas gives him solace along with her father for his sacrifice.
O-O-O-O
Later, the colonists are at the shores, where some of them prepare to voyage back to England for John Smith to be healed of his injury and for Ratcliffe to answer for his crimes.
Ratcliffe is handcuffed as two colonists take him to a boat and row away on it. Holly, Kendra and Bridget are standing by and watching Ratcliffe departing from the New World.
"So much for getting laid," said Kendra. "Well, girls, what do you want to do now?"
A trio of native men approaches the ladies. "Why don't you come with us?" one of the said.
"Okay," said Holly as the three ladies gladly went with the native men.
John Smith is laying on medical stretcher with a bandage around his torso.
"Well, Smith. I guess this is it." Thomas said to him as the colonists prepare to take him to the ship.
"Wait," said Smith. "I want to see Pocahontas first."
Pocahontas arrives before the settlers with several native men and women who place baskets of plastic bags stuffed with weed as peace offering to the colonists.
"Aw, yeah," said one of the colonists who picks up a bag. "Weed." He then takes a big whiff from it and breathes out before he suddenly collapses on the ground, presumably dead from inhaling.
Pocahontas approaches Smith along with Chief Powhattan, Flit and Meeko. "How are you holding up?" she asked him.
"Pfft, puh-lease. I've had worse pain than this." Smith replied. "This just makes me feel like I have a boner."
"After the way you took a bullet for me, you and your kind are hereby welcome here. Kocoum was a brave warrior, but he has never done something like that before." Chief Powhattan announced.
"Why don't you come with me?" Smith suggested to Pocahontas.
Pocahontas turns to father, wondering if he will actually allow it. "For once, I'm letting you make a decision," said Chief Powhattan.
Pocahontas stares at both the colonists and her native people who are standing apart from each other. She then makes her decision. "I'm needed here."
"I understand," said Smith. "Even though your kind tried to kill me, I think they're the most fascinating people I ever met. And when I come back and we're together, we'll give birth to our first white baby ever born in this magnificent country of yours. Maybe one day we'll even discover Atlantis together."
"Then I'll be waiting for you."
Pocahontas and Smith share one more kiss as a way of saying goodbye to each other. Ben and Lon then lift Smith away and carry him on a rowboat heading to the voyage ship.
Pocahontas along with her fellow people and some of the colonists who remained in the New World stood by and watch as the ship sails away before them. Pocahontas then makes a run across the forest with the departing ship still in her sight and soon reaches the end of a cliff. John Smith opens his eyes from resting and then smiles as he sees Pocahontas one last time from the ship with Flit and Meeko walking up beside her with warm smiles on their faces.
"Do you still think they're going to take our land away?" Flit asked Meeko.
"Oh yeah, definitely." Meeko replied.
O-O-O-O
The scene cuts back to Stan, about to finish telling the story to Steve.
"John Smith soon recovered and true to his word his word, made it back to the New World and got together with Pocahontas. They then had their first white baby born in America and were the first to ever discover the lost city of Atlantis together. The end." Stan said, as he was pleased with telling his story, unlike his son, who was infuriated by it, seeing how it was only make believe. "Well, did that you help out at all, son?"
"What the hell are you talking about?!" yelled Steve at the top of his lungs. "None of that ever happened!"
"It didn't?" Stan asked.
"No! Pocahontas was like ten-years old when she met John Smith! And John Smith never discovered Atlantis! You made that part up!"
"Plus, Disney's Pocahontas sucked!" scolded Roger as he walked by Steve's room.
"I'll just get an F for passing off my report like that!" Steve complained.
"Now, Steve. I'm sure you'll get a much better grade than an F," Stan assured him. "You might get a D instead." Stan then walks out of Steve's room with a smile on his face while Steve just scowls at him.