Scene 10: Beach

Question 1

Stache: no, simples best. We go to Plan B: the poison fruit cake. The hateful brats arrive. Empty beach, tempting morsel, maybe a note: “Feel free ,tuck in “they eat it they die-

Answer 1

They come, Cap’n!

Question 2

Stache: Let’s kill us some kiddies, Smee!

Answer 2

So nasty, so very nasty!

Question 3

Stache: Plan C, Smee!

Answer 3

Poisoned fruitcake, brats?

Question 4

Stache: What I am? I’ll tell-

Answer 4

BLACK STACHE!

Question 5

Stache: ‘Dja note that, Smee? ‘Dja see it? Genuine heroic sacrifice?

Answer 5

Inspiring Cap’n. I’ve got goose flesh all over.

Question 6

Stache: Now, open it Smee. Open, and elaborate.

Answer 6

It’s- It’s-

Question 7

Stache: Do we detect a pattern here? Help me, the linguists among you, what’s the turn of phrase?

Answer 7

Empty, Cap’n. The trunks empty.

Question 8

Stache: losing hand freak out

Answer 8

Sir?

Question 9

Stache: And you are?

Answer 9

Smee, sir- your right hand man.

Question 10

Stache: Not anymore, Smee. Not anymore - thanks in no small part - TO THIS

Answer 10

Oh Captain, my Captain!

Question 11

Stache: Crocodile tears, Smee. Opine if ye would, what’m I to do now?

Answer 11

I’m stumped, sir.

Question 12

Stache: You’re stumped? It’s all about you, isn’t it? Selfy-self-self

Answer 12

I sir? Not me, sir

Question 13

Stache: Then kindly retrieve it! I’m not leaving my hand behind for these children to paw!

Answer 13

Retrieved, cap’n.

Question 14

You! You sacrificed, willingly, for the sake of a gill.

Answer 14

Girl.

Question 15

Stache: Girrrrrrl. And that was majestic! You’ve piqued the poet in me, Pan. What say we merge a forger?

Answer 15

Forge a merger

Question 16

Peter: Go on! Get the hook!

Answer 16

North-northwest! Enormous ticking crocodile, Cap’n! Back for another snack!

Question 17

Stache: Upstaging me still, ye snaggletoothed show off??

Answer 17

Just not your day, Sir

Question 18

Stache: Hang on! I could use a killer croc on me crew. Bring the beast along, Smee

Answer 18

How’m I to lure’im, sir?

Question 19

Narrator Alf: Molly, true to her word, would remember everything, until one night, many years later-

Answer 19

Narrator: she stared out the nursery window watching Peter fly off with her daughter in tow-