Chapter Eleven

Peter's POV

"Nibs!" I shouted. "Throw it! Don't hold it!"

Nibs pushed an ear out of his face, looked at the BUD, then at me.

"Throw it!"

Shrugging, Nibs threw the explosive and no sooner had it left his hand then it exploded, shooting Nibs back a few yards.

"Wow!" Cubby said, "Look how far the flames go."

"Awesome," Nibs said in an awed tone.

I was proud of my boys. Killing two birds with one stone was smart, genius for them. We were going to tick Tink off and, if all went well, be rid her of the Aladdin creep. The monkey could stay, but it probably wouldn't. Then, since Hook would become so paranoid and feel rejected, he and his silly band of pirates would, literally, walk into our plan.

I had been filled in with the monkey, so I didn't hate him, at least not as much, but, you never know. It's a monkey.

Abu had been given tools to help our side. He was hiding a camera in his tiny vest so we could see where our Blow-Up-Devices needed to go. The tracking device Cubby had begged for Abu to have was going into action. Abu would put it on Tink, just so I made sure we didn't hurt her too bad.

Today was becoming a perfect day.

Aladdin's POV

Just as TFK had just started singing The Art of Breaking, Tink came back into the room. She handed Abu his shake then sat down on the couch beside me.

"So, what should we do today?" she asked, twirling my dark hair with her finger.

"Well, you were talking about Hook. Do you think I could see him?" I have always wanted to see a pirate.

"Hm…" Tink thought. "I guess we could." She looked at me and said, "But we should go out the back. Then Peter won't see us and if he doesn't see us, he won't come along."

Abu's POV

What could I do? Within fifteen minutes, Tink, Aladdin, and I were tip-toeing out the back. I had had just enough time to put the tracking device on the side of one of Tink's inside cushions. I kept the BUDs and the camera. Hopefully Peter wouldn't be able to tell that I had kept it off.

"Abu?"

I scrambled up Aladdin and rested on his shoulders. He reached up to pet me, and if monkeys could purr, that was what I was doing.

"I wonder where Peter and the boys are?" inquired Tink presently, as she picked up a tiny flower peddle. "Would you guys like to fly?"

"You can do that?" asked Aladdin, a dorky grin on his face. I just rolled my eyes. I mean, really, she is a pixie. Of course she can make us fly. Ever heard of Pixie Dust?

"Faith, trust, and Pixie Dust," she laughed. "As long as you have those three things, you can fly."

"How do you do it?"

"I can sprinkle Pixie Dust on you, but you have to have faith and trust that you can fly. It's not that hard. Even Wendy could to it."

"Well, sprinkle me." Aladdin held his arms out and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, Tinker Bell reached for something. The next second she was covering Aladdin with golden, sparkly, Pixie Dust. Just as Tinker Bell stopped dousing him with her dust, Aladdin's feet left the ground and he started floating.

"You did it!" Tink cried, flying to him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.

The entire scene was comical. Here was Aladdin floating, trying to get a hang of flying and not smacking into trees, and then there was Tink, her tiny shiny body fluttering this way and that. I could hear her tiny laugh.

Tink started sprinkling her Pixie Dust on me and before I could protest, my feet left the ground and I began to soar upwards, towards Aladdin.

"Isn't this amazing?" he asked. He looked like a small child who had just wandered into a huge toy shop.

Just as Tink, Aladdin, and I were flying towards the ocean a bunch of loud explosions resounded in the wood.

"What was that?" asked Aladdin, alarmed.

"Probably just some of the Lost Boys doing their thing," I replied as casually as I could. Aladdin just stared at me. Shrugging, I kept following Tink.

Captain Hook's POV

"Why are they not here?" I cried, storming up and down the deck. I had been waiting for almost two hours and not one sign of those varmints. I had come up with the best plan since, well, since ever, and that Peter Pan didn't even have the decency of showing his pretty face. Damn that twinkle toes!

"Maybe we could go inland?" suggested Smee, his round face still a bit red.

Snap…Snap

"What are you looking at?" I demanded, looking down at the octopus. Smee had been able to shoo it away, but it came back only minutes later.

"M-Maybe it's hungry?" offered Smee. "I'm sure I can find something for the poor thing."

"Poor…Thing?" I asked in disbelief. That octopus was….a poor thing? I was the victim here, NOT the octopus!

"Well…" faltered Smee.

"Sigh!" I sighed dramatically, looked up at the blue sky in exasperation.

"Maybe we should sneak up on that Peter Pan? He wouldn't expect that," Smee said, snapping his fingers.

"Hm…" I pondered. "Maybe…why yes…that just might work…hmm."

"Great!" Smee said, jumping down the last step that led towards the other men. "I'll go tell everyone."

"Go inland…" I mumbled. "That just might work." Then, looking up at the sky, I let out a loud devilish laugh.