Aladdin ended up walking the girls to their car. It turned out, the girls had left school early to go on a field trip to a soup kitchen, which was in the area.

"We took a little detour afterwards," Briar Rose chirped as they walked across the street, "it was Jasmine's idea."

"Oh yeah?" Aladdin looked warmly Jasmine. She had a trace of a smile on her lips.

"Yeah. I've always wanted to explore the area, but my father would never let me," she told him.

"Frankly, I don't blame him," Vanessa said, avoiding eye contact with a cluster of thugs, "this place is sketchy."

"Gee, thanks." Aladdin said jokingly. But being with someone who was a higher class than he was made him suddenly feel self conscious. He found himself being embarrassed for the poverty around him, even if it wasn't his fault.

"You live around here?" Vanessa's mouth dropped open, "you seem so...classy. For a place like this I mean."

Aladdin was taken back. He was about to respond when Briar Rose interrupted,

"Think of that as a compliment. Vanessa isn't very good at those," she smirked at her brunette friend, who rolled her eyes in response. "But do you really live around here? Maybe we could visit sometime. Got any hot friends for my girls over here?" she winked.

He laughed while Jasmine and Vanessa protested. When they reached the car, Briar Rose and Vanessa hopped in the front seats. Aladdin stood with Jasmine as the engine purred to a start. He spoke first.

"Will I ever see you again?" he asked.

"Really? We just met," she raised an eyebrow.

"You didn't feel the sparks flying? I'm hurt." he said playfully.

"Oh I saw them. I think my hair almost caught on fire," they laughed, "well, I have to go," she opened the door while keeping eye contact with him, "hopefully I'll see you again, Romeo,"

"Do you mean it?"

Jasmine paused, as if to think the question over and over again.

"Yeah. I think I do," she smiled at him, and got in the car. While she was shutting the door, Aladdin saw Briar Rose's hand stick out of the window to wave him over. He complied, and leaned down to the car window with a playful smile on his lips.

"Listen, she's a toughie," she slipped a piece of paper in Aladdin's hand, "this is her facebook and number. But don't like, call her right away because then she would suspect something. Facebook is way less creepy."

Aladdin grinned.

"Can I hug you?"

Briar Rose looked surprised, but shrugged and got out of the car. She threw her arms around him, almost knocking him off his feet.

"You're the best wing-lady ever," he laughed as she let go.

"Thanks. I try." she fluffed her hair and got back in the car.

He started to walk away as they backed up from their parking spot. Aladdin imagined that Vanessa and Jasmine would ask her what all of that was about. He pictured Briar Rose saying in a singsong voice 'nootthiiiing.'

He walked the other way, not facing the car as it sped down Neverland Avenue.

James Hook was a liar.

It was the truth. If he had the chance to lie, he would take it, even for the most trivial things. For instance, if someone asked him what he had for breakfast, he would lie and say something like: 'blueberry pancakes. I've been eating blueberry pancakes since I was a young lad.' So when he was asked by someone besides his family and coworkers about his cut off hand, it was the perfect opportunity.

"I was called for backup when the squad hunted down the notorious Mister Grin, someone who was a drug dealer. His cover story was selling clocks, for what reason I don't know." Hook said.

"Me squad had him and his gang cornered. They were surrounded. Now, this skinny looking man shouts this: 'IT'S NINE IN THE AFTERNOON BOYS!" Within shouting that, Hook took both hands off the wheel to form a half finger gun half regular hand. The car jiggled and swerved slightly, but he quickly put his hands back on the wheel.

"A swarm of these freaks from behind start shooting. Officers start dropping like flies while the gang started to run. I pulled out my rifle-"

"Wait," Flynn said, "a rifle?"

Hook paused. He slowly brought his eyes to the mirror at the top of the car, "yes. A rifle."

"Don't the police carry around a hand gun? This isn't the 1800s."

"It was special rifle!" Hook protested over Peter Pan's muffled laughter.

"Sure it was." Flynn said sarcastically.

"Shut up boy," Hook growled, "I pulled out my rifle, and shot at the goons. It was down

to four officers and ten thugs. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mister Grin escaping. I knew it was up to me. With the last of my amo, I shot the living daylights out of the fat bastard. I didn't notice the pain, right here," he lifted his arm with the fake hand off the wheel, "it was too late when the doctors found the bullets in my hand. They had to cut it right off!"

He scanned the mirror for the boys' reactions. Hook somehow mistook their looks skepticism for looks of shock.

"That story is..." Peter said, slowly bringing his eyes to the mirror to meet Hooks', "full of shit."

Well, what had Hook expected? Peter knew more about criminal activity than Hook ever did. Both Peter and Flynn knew that Mister Grin was still alive. In fact, it was Peter himself located Mister Grin's address and dragged Aladdin along with him to visit the criminal's house for the sole purpose of getting his autograph.

That being said, it was understandable why Hook choose to tell a fable instead of the truth, besides the fact that he was a compulsive liar. He actually lost his left hand when he fell asleep while using a paper cutter to help file documents in his wife's orphanage. His hand was positioned at the top of the slicer, and when an orange-headed four year old had punched the sleeping James Hook in the stomach, the shock had brought his hand to bring the slicer down on the other one. That's incredibly boring compared to a shootout with drug lords.

And yes, if you are wondering, the orange-headed four year old was the one and only Peter Pan.