Wendy was at this moment, being rowed back to the Jolly Roger. She'd long ago given up any hope that she might be able to free herself from the net, and had decided that she should conserve her strength so that she would be able to escape, if the occasion arose. She once again sneezed several times in succession, causing Hook to glance back at her.
"I do extend my most abject apologies," he smiled menacingly.
"Captain Hook, this is not good form, not good form at all," she scolded him, as any good mother would have.
Hook chortled once again. "Not good form? My dear from the beginning of time the damsel in distress has been kidnapped by the evil force in the land."
Wendy smiled, "And from the beginning of time, the force of evil has lost."
Hook's eyes narrowed. "Not this time," he announced, studying his hook intensely, imagining every move it would make on the way to Pan's throat.
Wendy shuddered, and looked away, trying to reassure herself that no matter how evil a plan Hook came up with, he would never be able to triumph over Peter.
Meanwhile, the Lost Boys were no closer to figuring out where their mother was then they had been when Michael had first pointed out her absence, and the Underground House was chaotic, everyone suggesting things at the same time.
"The note said she left at dawn," Curly reminded them.
"But the sun rose hours ago," Nibs pointed out.
"I'm slightly worried," Slightly interjected.
"Perhaps we should form a search party," John pondered.
"That's a great idea," one of the twins exclaimed. "We have,"
"Been wanting to try our new invention," the other twin finished.
"Kettles and poppycock," Tinkerbell groaned from her position near Michael's hand. She sighed and flew to Peter's shoulder, standing on tiptoe to reach his ear.
Peter listened for a second, then, nodding, leapt to his feet. "All right, here's what we shall do. The twins will go to the Indians, and see if they can help at all. Nibs, John and Tootles will take one half of the island, and Slightly, Curly and Michael will search the other half."
"And if we still can't find her," John questioned.
"We go see Hook."
Wendy glared at the pirates as she was deposited on the deck of the Jolly Roger.
"Mr. Mullins," Hook suggested, "Why don't you take Mistress Wendy to the brig and fit her with an ankle bracelet? We wouldn't want her to fly away."
"Yes, Captain," Mullins agreed, slinging the young girl over his shoulders, and heading below deck.
"We're awfully sorry," Twin one apologized, motioning to the wreckage of what appeared to have once been a teepee. "We thought,"
"Our invention would work for sure, Chief Great Big Little Panther," the other Twin finished.