A/N: I'm going to go ahead an apologize for one of my scenes in this chapter. I wanted to cover the whole "What Makes the Red Man Red?" part of Peter Pan and this was the best I could do. Sorry if anyone gets offended by it.
Word of Peter and Tinker Bell's break up spread like wildfire through the school. It was the hot gossip for everyone during lunch.
"So you and Tink are splits-ville now, huh?" Megara asked.
"I don't wanna talk about it," Peter huffed angrily.
"I know it's hard," Esmeralda said patting Peter's back, "But we're your friends and we'll stick by your side."
"I was the dumper, remember?" Peter said, brushing Esmeralda's hand off of his back, "I'm not mad that we broke up, I'm mad at her for telling everyone and making everyone think that I'm the bad guy."
"Everyone doesn't think you're the bad guy," Jim tried to point out.
"Jerk!" the blond triplets called out as they walked by, "Total asshole!"
"See?" Peter yelled.
"I've got it!" James exclaimed, "We poison an apple pie and give it to Peter! No one can resist apple pie!"
James was brainstorming ideas with Grimhilde backstage. Grimhilde was thoroughly uninterested and occupied herself by painting her fingernails dark purple to match her shirt.
"Cliché!" Grimhilde exclaimed, "You're going way too convoluted with this! Poisoning an apple? Really?"
"An apple PIE!" James corrected.
"Oh, that's SO much different," Grimhilde replied with a roll of her eyes, "He and Tink just broke up today. She was his girlfriend, she aught to know his weaknesses."
"I like it!" James announced, "Here's the plan: I charm Tinker Bell into doing my bidding."
Grimhilde folded her arms and raised her eyebrow.
"What?" James asked.
"Nothing," Grimhilde answered as she blew her nails to dry them.
"You don't think I can be charming?" James growled.
"You said it, not me," Grimhilde stated.
"You'll see, Grimhilde," James declared, "When I'm done with her, all she'll want to do is play hooky all day long!"
"Puns," Grimhilde rolled her eyes.
Denahi and Kocoum walked by the table where the five friends were sitting.
"Something that's been bothering me recently," Peter randomly said, "What makes the red man red?"
"Peter, please, Native Americans," Esmeralda corrected, "You see, the term Redskins was a-"
"Well, according to our history textbook," Jim read aloud, accidentally interrupting, "A million years ago, the very first savage prince kissed a pretty girl, blushed, and they've all been blushing since."
"That's the story I heard growing up," Quasimodo chimed in.
"Jim, have you forgotten who wrote that textbook?" Esmeralda asked, "I'll give you a hint: not someone you want to rely on for accurate history. And, Quasi, the man who taught you that is the same person."
"Oh, right," Jim chuckled uncomfortably.
"At any rate," Esmeralda continued, "The Native American culture has, for years, been subject of prejudices and stereotyping thanks to poor recording of history by early European settlers in North America as well as ridiculous portrayals by western films. At any rate-"
"Anyways," Peter interrupted, "On to less boring subjects: like pirates! Wouldn't it be cool to be a pirate?"
"Heck yeah!" Jim replied, "The swashbuckling, the buried treasure, the adventure. I mean, c'mon, what's not to love?"
"How about hanging?" Esmeralda asked, "Piracy was illegal and was punishable by death. And besides, most men who were pirates only were pirates to build up enough money for their families. Pirates have also been heavily romanticized by Hollywood. With films such as-"
"Forget we said anything," Peter groaned.
"She's in here," Grimhilde stated, gesturing to the girl's bathroom.
"Excellent!" James declared as he began to enter the restroom.
"Ahem," Grimhilde said, "It's the LADIES room, James."
"Right," James coughed, walking away, "You go in and bring her out here to talk."
Grimhilde entered the bathroom and looked around for the stall that Tinker Bell was crying from. It wasn't hard to find her from all of the sobbing.
"Tink, come on out," Grimhilde called in, "James and I want to talk to you and make you feel better."
"Go away!" Tink shouted back.
"Fine," Grimhilde shrugged, "If you want to do this the hard way..."
James heard a bang and a scream from within. Grimhilde walked out with Tinker Bell floating behind her.
"I asked you to convince her to come out, not abduct her!" James scolded.
"You sent me in, I did it my way," Grimhilde explained.
"Let me go!" Tink shouted out.
"Put a sock in it!" Grimhilde groaned and a muzzle magically appeared around Tinker Bell's mouth, "I suggest that we get back to the theater before a teacher notices."
Grimhilde and James retreated back to the theater. They found an old fashion armchair and some rope in the prop section. Grimhilde tied up Tink to the chair.
"Now, Tink," James explained, "You want to get back at Peter, I want to get back at Peter. We have the same goals. Help a fellow out, won't you?"
"Um, let me think," Tink mocked, "NO!"
"B-but WHY?" James whined.
"Oh, I don't know, considering that you kidnapped me and then tied me up to a chair," Tinker Bell stated, "No, what reason could I have not to help you?"
"Guess the charm isn't exactly working today," Grimhilde quipped, "Leave interrogations to me."
Grimhilde walked up to Tink and waved her hand. Thousands of fire ants magically appeared and began to crawl all over Tinker Bell's legs. She screamed at the top of her lungs, but, because of Grimhilde's magic, no one outside of the theater could hear her.
"Okay! I'll talk! I'll talk!" she cried out.
Grimhilde smirked and flicked her wrist. The fire ants disappeared.
"I knew you'd come around," Grimhilde replied wickedly, "Now, tell us Peter Pan's weakness, and do tell the truth. I can tell if you're lying, and if you are... well... lets just say I won't limit the ants to your legs this time."
"He has this weird soft spot for Jim," Tink explained through her tears, "If you hurt Jim, you'll hurt Peter. That's the only weakness that I know."
"Excellent!" James exclaimed, "We just simply arrange for Hawkins to have an accident. It'll crush Peter's heart! Thank you, my dear, you've been a big help."
"Now, please, let me go!" Tink sobbed.
"Let you go?" Grimhilde asked, "And let you go off and warn Peter or some teacher? No, you're staying here for the time being, and all year if we so choose."
Grimhilde snapped her fingers and Tinker Bell's chair flew back into a storage closet, and the door shut behind her.
"It ends tonight, then," James sneered.
He and Grimhilde both cackled evilly.