Editing Ash Ketchum Meets Peter Pan/Transcript (section)

== Wendy's last night/Poor Nana ==
Mary: Now, George, really. (cleans his shirt front) It comes right off.

George: That's no excuse. Wendy, haven't I warned you? Stuffing the boys' heads with a lot of silly stories.

Wendy: Oh, but they aren't.

George: I say they are! Captain Crook! Peter Pirate!

Wendy: Peter Pan, Father.

George: Pan! Pirate! Poppycock!

Wendy, Michael, and John: (Wendy) Oh! No Father. (Joh) You don't understand.

George: Absolute poppycock! And let me tell you, this ridiculous...

Mary: Now, George.

George: "Now, George." (We see Nana putting up the block castle again) "Now, George!" Well, "Now, George" will have his say!

Mary: Please, dear.

George: Mary, the child's growing up. It's high time she had a room of her own!

Wendy: (shocked) Father!

Ash Ketchum: (shocked) What?!

Mary: (shocked) George!

Misty and Brock: (gasps with horror)

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John: (shocked) What?!

Michael: (shocked) No!

(Nana drops the two blocks in her mouth with shock upon listening)

George: I mean it! Young lady, this is your last night in the nursery! And that's my last word on the matter...

(But then stepped into Nana and stammered as he walked uncontrollably. Nana runs but then tries to stop as she almost ran to the rebuilt but George bumps into her causing the blocks to come down one last time. Nana runs as George continues walking uncontrollably off balance but then she stepped on a toy wheel cart and rolled it to George's left foot as he stepped on it and rolled out of control while bumping to a chair and several blocks.)

George: NO!!!

(He rolls out of controllably till the toy wheel cart's handle punctures a hole on the carpet, causing it to skid through into the floor and send George flying up into the air.)

George: No!!

(He grabs hold of a sheet from a desktop causing stuff to fall on him much to Mary, the Darling kids, Ash and his friend's shock. While Nana bumped to a wall. George got hit with a bit few more stuff before a jack-in-the-box fell on his head and popped goes the weasel.)

Mary, Darling kids, Ash and his friends: Oh!

(George at first thought they were going to comfort him but as he shuts his eyes, they passed him and comforted Nana much to his shock.)

Mary, Darling kids, Ash and his friends: Poor Nana.

George: "Poor Nana"? This is the last straw! Out!! Out, I say!!

Michael: No, Father, no!

George: Yes! (drag Nana away) There'll be no more dogs for nursemaids in this house!

(He drags away Nana out the door)

Michael: (sad) Goodbye, Nana.

(Nana waves bye before being dragged downstairs and then into the backyard outside.)

George: "Poor Nana." Oh, yes, "Poor Nana." But "Poor Father"? (lets the sad Nana go) Oh, no! (he looks for the rope) Blast it! Where is that rope?

(But then to his surprise he finds Nana with the rope for him looking sad)

George: Oh, thank you. (as he ties Nana, she looks even sadder as he took notice in remorse) Dash it all, Nana, don't look at me like that. It's nothing personal. It's just that... (fills her bowl of water) Well, you're not really a nurse at all. You're... well, a dog. And the children aren't puppies. They're people. And sooner or later, Nana, people have to grow up.

(Back at the children's nursery room, Ash and his friends are finishing cleaning up the mess from the chaotic fiasco during George and Nana's humiliating fall.)

SpongeBob: (finishes the block castle with Patrick) There. That should do it.

Squidward: (sews the ripped sheet together) Almost done. (gets pricked by the needle) Ouch! Stupid needle!

(Alex picks up the trashcan that's been knocked over. Marty then helps Alex by dusting up the spilled trash into the dustpan. Alex then disposes the trash into the trashcan. Gloria, Melman, and Jack pick up the stuff that was knocked off the desktop during George's fall. Sandy picks up the chair and puts a doll on it. Ash, Pikachu, Zhane, Littlefoot, Misty, Cera, Ducky, Petrie and Spike pick up the rest of the toys and put them all in toy boxes. Mr. Krabs helps Brock fix the damaged hole in the carpet on the floor caused by the toy wheel cart during George's fall.)

Mr. Krabs: (removes the toy wheel cart from the hole in the floor's carpet and hands it over to Wendy) Here. You take this, lassie. Put it somewhere where no one else will step on it.

Wendy: (takes the toy wheel cart) Of course. Thank you. (goes to put the toy wheel cart in a safe area)

Brock: (fixes the damaged hole in the floor's carpet with super glue; grunts as he presses the hole and then hammers it down so that it could stay in place; sighs) There. Good as new. Except that it'll probably take a day or two for the glue to harden up and dry.

Mr. Krabs: Mm-hmm.

Brock: I just hope that the boys don't do anything rational to it while they're playing. Like slipping on it or banging on it or even falling on it.

Mr. Krabs: Well, laddie. As long as they're very judicurious with it and very careful, it'll most likely be fine until then. (chuckles; sighs sadly) However, I can't help but feel bad for their father, though. I'd be humiliated too if anything like that happened to me.

Squidward: And me as well. Most of these occurrences like that would normally happen whenever SpongeBob is around me or anyone else he annoys. Not that I'm trying to be offensive to anyone in any other way, I'm just telling you the facts. (gets pricked by the needle again) Ouch! Oh, not again!

Sandy: Yeah, but this isn't SpongeBob weren't talking about, Squidward. (takes the sheet and helps Squidward finish sewing it back together) We're talking about the kids' father.

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Wendy: But, Mother, I don't want to grow up.

Mary: Now, dear, (kisses Wendy's forehead) don't worry about it anymore tonight.

John: He called Peter Pan "absolute poppycock".

Mary: I'm sure he didn't mean it, John. Father was just upset.

Michael: Poor Nana... (sniffles) out there all alone.

Misty: Oh, don't worry, Michael, I'm sure Nana will be fine. It's just one night.

Mary: Misty's right dear. No more tears, Michael. It's a warm night. She'll be alright. (kisses Michael's forehead)

Michael: Mother.

Mary: What is it, dear?

Michael: Buried treasure. (gives her the cuff links) 

Mary: Now, children. Don't judge your father too harshly. After all, he really loves you very much.

(She was about to lock the window.)

Wendy: Oh, don't lock it, Mother. He might come back.

Mary: "He"?

Ash Ketchum: Who do you mean, Wendy?

Wendy: Peter Pan. You see, I found something that belongs to him.

Mary: Oh? And what's that?

Wendy: (yawns) His shadow.

Mary, Ash and his friends: "Shadow"?

Wendy: Mm. Nana had it. But I... I took it away. (goes to sleep)

Mary: Oh? Yes, of course. Good night, dear. (to Ash and his friends) I hope you all will be fine.

Ash Ketchum: Don't worry, Mrs. Darling. we'll be alright.

Pikachu: Pika.  

Brock: You go and enjoy the party.

Misty: We can take care of Wendy, and the boys from here, Mrs. Darling. You and your husband can enjoy your evening.

Mary Darling: Well, alright. (sighs sadly) I am terribly sorry about the way my husband behaved tonight. I should've known better than to drag you into our family issues. I hope you can forgive me.

Brock: It's alright, ma'am.

Misty: We don't mind.

SpongeBob: Don't worry about it.

Littlefoot: Everything's okay.

Gloria: It wasn't your fault, dearie.

Mac: He got carried away.

Ash Ketchum: But what is his actual problem anyway? What does he have against Wendy's stories about Peter Pan and Neverland? They were just harmless fairy tales that makes little kids happy. And the boys were just having a little fun.

Mary Darling: Yes, I know. But you see, he's been like this all his life because he didn't have very supportive parents of his own and grew up in a world with no fun. And from what you've seen tonight, it looked like he had no childhood at all.

Jack Skellington: Oh, dear...

Misty: Oh, that's terrible.

Brock: I just wish there's something we can do to help him.

Mary Darling: I wish there is something you can do, but for now, I'm afraid there isn't. There's not much we can do but hope for a miracle. (looks at the clock and realizes that she's going to be late for the party; gasps) Oh, my goodness! I'd better get going. I don't want to be late for the party.

Ash Ketchum: Oh, yes. Of course, ma'am. You and your husband go and have a good time. We'll make sure Wendy, and her brothers are safe. Right, guys?

Misty: Yes.

Brock: Yeah.

Everyone else: (chatter in agreement)

Mary Darling: Thank you all very much. Good night, everyone.

(She closes the door and leaves.)