Chapter 2: Packing
""What are you doing?" Peter asked, abruptly.
"Packing," Rusty said, as if Peter was stupid.
"You don't pack pictures to go to Never Land!" Peter looked at one of the pictures disgustedly. "Who the bloody hell is this, anyway?"
"HEY! That's my girlfriend!"
"O," Peter laughed quietly, and then he noticed that Tinkerbell was on the bed, with her head in her hands. She didn't look as bright as she did just a few seconds ago. Peter knew exactly what was going on.
"Hey, don't worry about it. You're much prettier than she is. She probably used to be fat," Peter whispered to her.
Tink smiled gratefully, but her light still wasn't as bright as it was before.
"Hey," Peter said enthusiastically, "He's got a HUGE mirror over there!"
Tink's light glowed brighter than ever as she quickly flew over to the huge full length mirror and admired herself.
Peter laughed, and continued to look through Rusty's suitcase.
"O MY GOD!" Peter screamed, pulling a gun out of the bag. "You CAN'T bring guns to Never Land, either!!!"
"I take my gun everywhere. Rusty Jr. is more than just a gun, he's family!"
"NOT TO NEVER LAND! It would be like…" Peter struggled to find a metaphor that he could actually understand. "…like…taking SpongeBob to Sandy's house without a water helmet! He would DIE!"
"O my gosh! I'm so sorry!" Rusty exclaimed, taking Rusty Jr. out of Peter's hands and gently putting it away. "Not this time, little buddy," he whispered.
Peter shook his head. He felt very proud of himself. If he was going to take Rusty to Never Land, he had to virginize him as much as possible. There was no way that the Lost Boys would even talk to someone with a gun. Guns were too close to cannons and only pirates used cannons.
"Well, what can I take?" Rusty asked, interrupting Peter's thoughts.
"NOTHING!" Peter shouted, "You don't pack ANYTHING!"
"Sh!" Rusty clamped his hand over Peter's mouth. "I think my mom is coming!"
"Russell Jobson, what in the world is going on in here?" Mrs. Jobson yelled. She opened the door and looked inside the room. "Why is there a suitcase on your bed?"
"Uh…" Rusty started, "I couldn't sleep so I was looking at pictures. Then I realized that…uh…they weren't very good pictures. So uh…I decided to put them where I wouldn't have to look at them…"
Rusty looked around the room to see where Peter was. If his mom found him, she would blow up. He saw Peter on the ceiling directly above his mom. Tinkerbell was hiding in the lamp.
"Okay," Mrs. J said. "Give me a kiss goodnight and I'll leave you alone!"
Peter almost fell off the ceiling from laughing so hard. Even Tinkerbell's light flickered from her quiet snickering.
"Mom…" Rusty looked up and saw Peter, "Mom, I'm really tired…can't I do it later?"
"No. No boy is too old to give his momma love!"
"Okay," Rusty said hesitantly. He closed his eyes and pecked her lightly and quickly on her cheek.
"Good night!" Mrs. Jobson said happily as she closed the door.
Peter watched the door close then slowly lowered himself from the fan. "You know, we don't have room for momma's boys in Hangman's Tree."
"I AM NOT A MOMMA'S BOY!"
"Sure…and I can't fly."
"Wanna fight?"
Peter scoffed. "You're joking, right?"
"No."
"Okay, codfish" Peter pulled out his dagger. Rusty ran to his gun cabinet. "WAIT A SECOND! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? If I fight with a sword, then YOU have to fight with a sword too."
Rusty muttered something incoherently.
"What was that?" Peter pressed.
"I don't know how to swordfight." Rusty said softly.
"I kind of figured. That's the first thing we'll teach you when we get home."
Rusty sat on his bed. He picked up the picture of his girlfriend.
Peter peered over Rusty's shoulder. "Where was this?"
"Homecoming."
"No offense, but your girlfriend looks like a …" Peter whispered something in Rusty's ear.
"Yeah, a lot of people have told me that."
Tinkerbell came out of the lamp. She looked around the room some more. The place looked so familiar to her, but she just couldn't place it. It was a huge room for just one person. It looked like it could fit three beds, and still have room to play. She flew over to a box with two boxes on either side of it. The middle box had a lot of buttons. She pushed one. Loud noise came out of the two outer boxes. Tinkerbell took a step backwards and landed in a drawer.
"Ouch…" Tinkerbell chimed.
She looked around the drawer. Even that seemed familiar. It was full of needles and thread and thimbles. Where had she seen this before? She chimed for Peter to come and look, but he was busy helping Rusty unpack.
""What are you doing?" Peter asked, abruptly.
"Packing," Rusty said, as if Peter was stupid.
"You don't pack pictures to go to Never Land!" Peter looked at one of the pictures disgustedly. "Who the bloody hell is this, anyway?"
"HEY! That's my girlfriend!"
"O," Peter laughed quietly, and then he noticed that Tinkerbell was on the bed, with her head in her hands. She didn't look as bright as she did just a few seconds ago. Peter knew exactly what was going on.
"Hey, don't worry about it. You're much prettier than she is. She probably used to be fat," Peter whispered to her.
Tink smiled gratefully, but her light still wasn't as bright as it was before.
"Hey," Peter said enthusiastically, "He's got a HUGE mirror over there!"
Tink's light glowed brighter than ever as she quickly flew over to the huge full length mirror and admired herself.
Peter laughed, and continued to look through Rusty's suitcase.
"O MY GOD!" Peter screamed, pulling a gun out of the bag. "You CAN'T bring guns to Never Land, either!!!"
"I take my gun everywhere. Rusty Jr. is more than just a gun, he's family!"
"NOT TO NEVER LAND! It would be like…" Peter struggled to find a metaphor that he could actually understand. "…like…taking SpongeBob to Sandy's house without a water helmet! He would DIE!"
"O my gosh! I'm so sorry!" Rusty exclaimed, taking Rusty Jr. out of Peter's hands and gently putting it away. "Not this time, little buddy," he whispered.
Peter shook his head. He felt very proud of himself. If he was going to take Rusty to Never Land, he had to virginize him as much as possible. There was no way that the Lost Boys would even talk to someone with a gun. Guns were too close to cannons and only pirates used cannons.
"Well, what can I take?" Rusty asked, interrupting Peter's thoughts.
"NOTHING!" Peter shouted, "You don't pack ANYTHING!"
"Sh!" Rusty clamped his hand over Peter's mouth. "I think my mom is coming!"
"Russell Jobson, what in the world is going on in here?" Mrs. Jobson yelled. She opened the door and looked inside the room. "Why is there a suitcase on your bed?"
"Uh…" Rusty started, "I couldn't sleep so I was looking at pictures. Then I realized that…uh…they weren't very good pictures. So uh…I decided to put them where I wouldn't have to look at them…"
Rusty looked around the room to see where Peter was. If his mom found him, she would blow up. He saw Peter on the ceiling directly above his mom. Tinkerbell was hiding in the lamp.
"Okay," Mrs. J said. "Give me a kiss goodnight and I'll leave you alone!"
Peter almost fell off the ceiling from laughing so hard. Even Tinkerbell's light flickered from her quiet snickering.
"Mom…" Rusty looked up and saw Peter, "Mom, I'm really tired…can't I do it later?"
"No. No boy is too old to give his momma love!"
"Okay," Rusty said hesitantly. He closed his eyes and pecked her lightly and quickly on her cheek.
"Good night!" Mrs. Jobson said happily as she closed the door.
Peter watched the door close then slowly lowered himself from the fan. "You know, we don't have room for momma's boys in Hangman's Tree."
"I AM NOT A MOMMA'S BOY!"
"Sure…and I can't fly."
"Wanna fight?"
Peter scoffed. "You're joking, right?"
"No."
"Okay, codfish" Peter pulled out his dagger. Rusty ran to his gun cabinet. "WAIT A SECOND! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? If I fight with a sword, then YOU have to fight with a sword too."
Rusty muttered something incoherently.
"What was that?" Peter pressed.
"I don't know how to swordfight." Rusty said softly.
"I kind of figured. That's the first thing we'll teach you when we get home."
Rusty sat on his bed. He picked up the picture of his girlfriend.
Peter peered over Rusty's shoulder. "Where was this?"
"Homecoming."
"No offense, but your girlfriend looks like a …" Peter whispered something in Rusty's ear.
"Yeah, a lot of people have told me that."
Tinkerbell came out of the lamp. She looked around the room some more. The place looked so familiar to her, but she just couldn't place it. It was a huge room for just one person. It looked like it could fit three beds, and still have room to play. She flew over to a box with two boxes on either side of it. The middle box had a lot of buttons. She pushed one. Loud noise came out of the two outer boxes. Tinkerbell took a step backwards and landed in a drawer.
"Ouch…" Tinkerbell chimed.
She looked around the drawer. Even that seemed familiar. It was full of needles and thread and thimbles. Where had she seen this before? She chimed for Peter to come and look, but he was busy helping Rusty unpack.