So I was looking at the pics of the DVD case for Treasure Planet. Let’s play a game. Can you name all the characters in each of these pictures?
Amelia, Morph, Jim, Silver, B.E.N. and Scroop in the longboat.
Morph, B.E.N., Jim and Silver
Jim, Morph, and Sarah in that screenshot and Jim and Silver on the disc.
Morph, B.E.N and some random aliens.
Let’s think VERY hard and see if we can figure out if there are any IMPORTANT characters missing here. Can you think of anyone, children?
Jim followed Peter with his eyes as he circled him, his eyebrows furrowed in displeasure at him. “What, were you a vulture in another life?” he asked, grabbing the other boy by the arm to make him stop walking in circles. “I’m from a planet called Montressor, but I was on a ship in space,” Jim started to explain, still glaring at the boy. “Pirates took our ship, so I ran away on my surfer,” he pointed over at the solar surfer, propped against a wall near the hideout’s entrance. “And I crashed in Mermaid Lagoon,” he grumbled. He would ask some questions about Peter, but frankly, he could care less. He was rude and obnoxious. He crossed his arms and stared into Peter’s eyes. “Are you through interrogating me now?”
“Now now Peter, please, do calm down,” she said to Peter quietly. The Lost Boys were still asleep and she didn’t want to cause a big fuss by waking them up. She slowly walked over to Peter, touching the arm of the hand that held the dagger. “Please, put the dagger down, Jim is our friend. He crashed here in Neverland and was very lost. I’ve been helping him and showing him around Neverland.”
Peter huffed loudly, put his knife away, and crossed his arms in protest. He peered over at Jim with narrowed eyes and growled, “Where are you from? And why are you here, anyway?” He pulled his hat farther down on his head and continued to glare at Jim while waiting for a response.
A loud and unfamiliar snore rang through the hideout. Peter blearily opened one eye and thought nothing of it until the mysterious stranger snorted and moved slightly, kicking a twig in the process. Peter bolted upright, his eyes wide. He knew the sounds of the Lost Boys’ snores and sleep talking voices like the back of his hand, and he was sure that there was definitely an intruder of sorts sleeping in their hideout right this very second. He rubbed the sleep dust from his eyes and deftly sprang to his feet, climbing over the sleeping bodies of the Lost Boys.
A light blue figure caught his attention from the corner of his eye. It almost looked like… Wendy? But it couldn’t be! How could she have gotten here all by herself? The last time he’d seen her was at least a few months ago before she’d flown back to London with John and Michael. Peter felt himself get giddy with the thought of exploring Neverland with his closest friend until he saw a darker figure unconsciously wrap an arm around her. Who was his person? Peter marched over to Wendy’s side, delicately freed her from the stranger’s grasp, then pulled her upright and shook her awake.
“Wendy!” He whispered urgently, quickly placing a hand over her mouth to stifle her frightened scream and motioning for her to keep quiet. “There’s a… a boy! Here! In the hideout!” He pulled out his knife and spread his arms out with Wendy behind him, then carefully crouched down to get a better look at the culprit.
Wendy was in a deep sleep after such a long day out. That was, until she was shaken awake. She was startled to see that Peter was shaking her in a painc. She was still groggy from sleep and very confused as to what could be troubling Peter and what time it was and how long she’d actually been asleep. Wendy lightly pulled Peter’s hand off of her mouth and stretched. “What is it Peter, what’s wrong?” she said mid yawn. “Oh a boy? Well Peter, there are lots of boys here in the hideout.” She played along though after realizing who it was Peter was talking about and stood behind him as he walked over Jim. She could have stopped him, but it was about time they’d met and it would be pretty funny to see what Peter would do. She covered her mouth stifiling giggles as they inched closer, loudly waking Jim up.
Jim was having a pleasant dream, filled with mermaids and waterfalls and general nonsense. Suddenly he was startled from this reverie by a loud crowing noise. He shot bolt upright, and then scooted backwards about five feet at the sight of a boy with a dagger in his face. “Woah! Hey!” He was merely startled at first, then his face changed to angry. “What was that for, man?” he growled at the boy, his eyebrows furrowed. He then noticed the girl crouched behind the green-clad boy, her mouth covered with her hands to stifle her giggling. “Wendy?” He raised his eyebrow. He glanced from her to the boy and back again. “I take it this is Peter then?” he asked, his face a look of confusion and irritation. “Did he have to wake me with a crow and a blade in my face?” He stared right into Peter’s face, as of challenging him to do something about his being there.
As they walked further through the forest, back to where they were supposed to meet Tinkerbell it began to get darker. Without the pretty lights of the waterfall it was almost pitch black. She could barely see anything and almost faceplanted when a tree root tripped her. Wendy squinted in the darkness looking for Tinkerbell when they heard a faint twinkling sound. As they carefully walked closer, the light grew bigger. Wendy began to run ahead, pulling Jim along by the arm. The closer they got, Wendy realized that it was not just one light. It was several different lights, that must have been Tinkerbell’s friends carrying what looked like…the solar surfer! When they finally stopped where they where they were slightly out of breath from running all the way there.
Wendy turned to Jim and clapped her hands excitedly. “It’s finally fixed Jim! Oh you must be so happy to have it back!” She turned her head upward to face Tinkerbell and the rest of the fairies as they set the surfer down gently on the ground, it was glowing from their light and pixie dust in the night. “Thank you very much Tinkerbell, and to the rest of you thank you as well,” Wendy said with a curtsy. The fairies all took a bow and waved goodbye before flying away back to Pixie Hollow, without the glow of the fairies it was dark again.
When the fairies arrived with his solar surfer in tow, Jim felt so relieved, so excited to have it back. It was like he was complete again, like he’d been missing an arm or something. “Thank you so much, Tinkerbell!” he said as he took the surfer from the fairies and stood it upright on its nose beside him. He waved as the cluster of fairies disappeared again into the night, a trail of fairy dust glittering in the dark behind them.
He turned to Wendy, just visible in the moonlight. “So, what do you say to some more adventuring in the morning? It’s a bit dark to try and fly this thing around tonight.” He took her hand again, pulling the surfer under the opposite arm, and started walking through the jungle again. “Oh, I have no idea where we’re going from here though. Lead the way back to the hideout?”
I fly cooler than you do. ~sticks tongue out back~