Peter Pan had discovered a new part of Neverland: a lush jungle.

And he was currently pulling pranks on some gorillas.

"Come on! Come get the the nice juicy fruit!" Peter was taunting the Gorillas, having tied some strings onto the apples. Every time the apes tried to reach for the fruit, Peter would pull the string, moving it away before the Gorillas could grab onto it.

The Gorillas roared in frustration, irritated that their food refused to stay still.

However, one of the gorillas got particularly impatient, and actually ended up jumping off the tree branch to get to the fruit. The gorilla's eyes widened when it realized what it did, and then it fell to the ground below, landing with a sickening crunch.

Peter cringed at the sound. "Oh...THAT wasn't supposed to happen..." He mumbled as the other gorillas hurriedly went to check on their comrade. He felt pretty darn bad about that...

Peter watched the gorillas poke at their unmoving comrade. They made sounds of worry. Then sounds of sadness...

Then, they let out wails of sadness, mourning the death of one of their own. The sound made Peter feel even worse, and he knew at that moment he needed to own up and apologize for what he did.

However, before he got the chance, someone tackled him to a nearby tree.

Peter grunted in pain upon landing, and and looked up, seeing a grown up wearing only a loincloth. The man glared bloody murder at Peter.

Peter hopped to his feet and raised his hands. "Whoa, hey, listen, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause this much trouble...I was just playing a little joke...I didn't mean to let it get out of hand."

"Your...fault!" Tarzan snarled, resembling the animals he lived with.

"And I'm sorry! Please let me apologize-" Peter flew out of the way when Tarzan tried to punch him.

"Hoo boy...I guess I'm not talking my way out of this one..." Peter mumbled, pulling out his dagger. "Sorry, big guy. I'm not dying today."

FIGHT!

Peter flew towards Tarzan, trying to stab him. The jungle man sidestepped the boy, grabbing his wrist tightly, making Peter drop his dagger from the pain. Tarzan punched Peter in the face, bruising his cheek.

"Whoa...You can really punch!" Peter said before flinging his arm forward, dislodging Tarzan and sending him flipping through the air. Peter hurriedly picked up his weapon and watched Tarzan go.

While Tarzan couldn't fly like Peter, that didn't mean he was totally helpless. The Jungle Man landed on the tree branches expertly, and began skating on them with his bare feet. Peter was dumbfounded by this.

He shook it off quickly, however, and took off after his opponent, flying at top speed and expertly weaving around trees.

Tarzan wasn't far behind the fairy. If he wasn't skating on the branches, he was jumping from vine after vine. The Jungle Man eventually stopped for a moment, realizing he just lost Peter.

"Surprise!" Peter appeared behind Tarzan, slashing at his back and drawing blood.

Tarzan grunted and turned around, thrusting his spear forward. Peter flew up and stood atop Tarzan's spear. "Whoa now, careful! Almost hit me with that!" Peter teased before kicking Tarzan in the face.

Tarzan stumbled back, absolutely furious. He thrust his spear at rapid speeds, trying to impale the boy. The fairy dodged each one though he was having a difficult time doing so.

STAB! "One!" STAB! "Two!" Stab! "Three!" STAB! "Uh-uh-uh! Three strikes and you're OUT!" Peter then rammed into Tarzan's chest, knocking him off of the tree they were on.

Tarzan, seeing no vines to grab onto, opted to do the next best thing. He stabbed his spear into one of the trees, stopping him from plummeting to his doom.

Snarling, he glared up at Peter, who was beginning to fly away. Ripping his spear out of the tree, he leapt to another one, and began the agile climb upward to catch his foe.

"Come on! This is gett-" Peter began taunting before he saw a spear heading towards him. Peter ducked, at the cost of his hat. Tarzan pounced at the fairy, causing both of them to begin falling.

Peter squirmed in Tarzan's grip, trying to find some leeway to escape. Tarzan held strong, smashing his fist into Peter's back.

Both of them crashed into a nearby tree. Tarzan loosened his grip, giving Peter the opportunity to escape.

Peter took off into the air, and Tarzan went after him, swinging through the trees and vines with an agility unmatched by any gorilla.

Peter gritted his teeth, trying to lose Tarzan. The young boy thought of a great plan. The fairy dived down, making Tarzan lose sight of him. The jungle man looked around when he felt something hard and juicy hit him in the back of the head.

Tarzan turned around to see Peter holding a wide assortment of fruit.

Peter tossed one of the fruits up and down in his hand, smirking. "C'mon, jungle man! Have some! It's good for ya!" He tossed another fruit at his opponent, who moved his head to the side to avoid it.

Tarzan, not in the mood for Peter's games, charged at him like a rhino. Peter tossed more fruit as fast as he could, but Tarzan dodged each projectile. However, he caught the last one thrown at him, tossing it back at Peter. The Fairy was stunned when a pineapple hit him right in the nose.

He even stumbled off the tree branch he was on, and just barely managed to catch himself in midair.

Tarzan refused to give him the luxury of recovering when he tackled him yet again all the way to the ground. The adult punched Peter in the face over and over. The boy gave out a whimper of pain.

Finally, Peter managed to gain an opportunity. When Tarzan raised his fist, Peter held up his dagger and stabbed him in the arm. Then he repeated the process seven more times.

Tarzan howled in pain. Enraged, he grabbed the blade of the knife, ignoring the blood gushing down in his hand. He yanked the knife out of Peter's hands and began stabbing Peter in the stomach viciously.

Peter let out a choked gasp, before, out of desperation, he kicked the knife out of Tarzan's hand, then kicked Tarzan himself in the face. Adrenaline taking over, Peter ran for his knife, and when Tarzan came near...

SQUELCH!

Tarzan let out a choked grunt as the blade of the knife buried itself into his chest. The jungle man fell to his knees, clutching his wound.

"I really am sorry..." Peter apologized before taking off into the air, leaving his knife behind.

Tarzan rolled onto his side, and he tore the knife out of his chest. Taking several shaky breaths, the gorilla man forced himself to stand. Glaring up at Peter, he then began to look around wildly.

Then he saw it...His spear, lying right nearby! Hurriedly, he ran to grab it...

Peter thought he was in the clear, until he felt pain explode through his back and chest. Looking down, he saw the spearhead was sticking out of his chest, the rest lodged into his back.

Peter let out a shaky breath before falling to the pond beneath him, where a pack of ravenous alligators were waiting...

The leader of the lost boys floated on the surface of the water, the life rapidly leaving him. The last thing he ever saw before all went black were the jaws of an alligator coming down on him, ready for the feast...

Tarzan narrowed his eyes at the boy as he met his fate. Then, he beat his chest and let out his trademark yell.