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JIMINY: (SINGING)
When you wish upon a star
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Makes no difference who you are
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Anything your heart desires
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Will come to you
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If your heart is in your dream
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No request is too extreme
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When you wish upon a star
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As dreamers do
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CHORUS: (SINGING) Fate is kind
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She brings to those who love
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The sweet fulfillment of
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Their secret longing
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(SINGING) Like a bolt out of the blue
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Fate steps in and sees you through
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When you wish upon a star
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Your dreams
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Come true
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Pretty, huh?
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I'll bet a lot of you folks

don't believe that,
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about a wish coming true, do you?
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Well, I didn't either.
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Of course, I'm just a cricket singing
my way from hearth to hearth,
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but let me tell you

what made me change my mind.
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One night a long time...
(CLEARS THROAT)
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Pardon me. Wait till I fix this thing.
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There.
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One night a long time ago,
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my travels took me
to a quaint little village.
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It was a beautiful night.
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The stars were shining like diamonds,
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high above the roofs

of that sleepy old town.
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Pretty as a picture.
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As I wandered along

the crooked streets,
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there wasn't a soul to be seen.
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The only sign of life

was a lighted window
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in the shop
of a wood-carver named, uh, Geppetto.

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So, I hopped over

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and looked in.

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It was a shame to see a nice

cheerful fire like that going to waste.
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So what do I do?

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I go in!

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I looked around.

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Of course, being in

a strange place like that,

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I didn't know what to expect.

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A cricket can't be

too careful, you know.

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Soon as I saw there was no one about,
I made myself at home.

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As I stood there warming my...

Myself, I took a look around.

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Well, sir, you never saw such a place.

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The most fantastic clocks

you ever laid your eyes on,

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and all carved out of wood.

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And cute little music boxes,

each one a work of art.

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And shelf after shelf of toys and...

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And then something else

caught my eye.

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A puppet!

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You know, one of those marionette
things, all strings and joints.

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(CHUCKLES)
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Cute little fellow.
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Ding, ding. Going up?
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Good piece of wood, too.

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GEPPETTO: Well, now,
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it won't take much longer.
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(MEOWING)
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Just a little more paint

and he's all finished.
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I think he'll be all right.
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Don't you, Figaro?
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(PURRING)
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(HUMMING)
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Uh... (CHUCKLES)
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Beg pardon.
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(CLEARS THROAT)

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GEPPETTO: See? (CHUCKLES)
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That makes a big difference.
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Very good.
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Very, very good.
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Well, you can't please everybody.
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Now I have just the name for you.
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Pinocchio!
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Do you like it, Figaro?
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No? You do, don't you, Cleo?
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Well, we'll leave it

to little woodenhead.
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Do you like it?
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(LAUGHS)
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That settles it!
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Pinocchio it is!
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Come on, now, we'll try you out.
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Music, Professor!
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(PLAYING UPBEAT TUNE)
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Hey! Ouch, ouch! Take it easy there!
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Oh, break it up, will you?
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Phew! Lot of down beats in there.
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(GEPPETTO HUMMING)

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GEPPETTO: (SINGING)
Little woodenhead go play your part
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Bring a little joy to every heart
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Little do you know and yet it's true
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That I'm mighty proud of you
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Little wooden feet and best of all
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Little wooden seat in case you fall
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(CHUCKLES) How graceful!
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(SINGING) My little woodenhead

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(TOOTING)
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(GEPPETTO HUMMING)
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(IMITATING TROMBONE)
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GEPPETTO: Cleo, meet Pinocchio.
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Say, "How do you do?"
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(GEPPETTO CHUCKLES)
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Say hello to Figaro.
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Oops! (CHUCKLES)
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Up to mischief already.
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You see what happens?
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(MUSIC SLOWING)
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(MUSIC STOPS)

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GEPPETTO: Boo! (CHUCKLING)
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Up we go!
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(FIGARO PURRING)
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You're a cute little fellow.
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(PURRING)
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And that smile! You know, I...
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(MEOWING)
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You rascal! Jealous, huh?
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You know, Pinocchio,
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I think Figaro is jealous of you.
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Don't worry, Figaro. I...
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(BELL CHIMING)
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Uh-oh.
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(CLOCKS CHIMING)
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(QUACKING)
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(BUZZING)
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(CUCKOOING)
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(YELPING)
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(CUCKOOING)
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(SQUEAKING)
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(CRYING)
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I wonder what time it is?
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(CHIMING)
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It's getting late.
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Come now. We go to bed.
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Good night, Pinocchio.
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-(CHIMING)
-Little funny face.
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(YAWNS)
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Good night, Cleo, my little water baby.
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(GEPPETTO CHUCKLES)
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Figaro?
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You say good night too.
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Go on!
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Now go to sleep, my little mermaid.
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Good night.
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(YAWNING)
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This is my idea of comfort.
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Solid comfort.
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(SIGHS)
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(PURRING)
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(CHUCKLES)
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Look at him, Figaro.
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He almost looks alive!
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Wouldn't it be nice

if he was a real boy?
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Oh, well.
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Come on. We go to sleep.
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Aw, Figaro.
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I forgot to open the window.
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Oh, Figaro!
Look, look, the wishing star!
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Star light, star bright,

first star I see tonight,
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I wish I may, I wish I might,
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have the wish I make tonight.
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Figaro, you know what I wished?
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I wish that my little Pinocchio
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might be a real boy.
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Wouldn't that be nice? Just think.
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A real boy.
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A very lovely thought,

but not at all practical.
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A real
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boy.
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(SNORING)
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(CLOCKS TICKING)
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(CLINKING)
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(GEPPETTO SNORING)
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(GURGLING)
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Quiet!
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(TICKING STOPS)
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After all, enough's enough.
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Now what's up?
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Hey, what's going on here?
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As I live and breathe, a fairy!
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Mmm-mmm!
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Good Geppetto,
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you have given

so much happiness to others.
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You deserve to have

your wish come true.
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Little puppet made of pine, wake.
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The gift of life is thine.
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Phew! What they can't do these days.
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I can move!
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I can talk!
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(CHUCKLES)
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I can walk!
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-Yes, Pinocchio, I've given you life.

-Why?
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Because tonight Geppetto wished
for a real boy.
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Am I a real boy?

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FAIRY: No, Pinocchio.
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To make Geppetto's wish come true
will be entirely up to you.
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Up to me?
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Prove yourself brave,

truthful and unselfish,
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and someday you will be a real boy.
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A real boy!
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That won't be easy.
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You must learn to choose

between right and wrong.
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Right and wrong? But how will I know?

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-How'll he know?
-FAIRY: Your conscience will tell you.
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-PINOCCHIO: What are conscience?
-What are conscience! I'll tell you!
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A conscience is that still, small voice
that people won't listen to.
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That's just the trouble
with the world today.
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-Are you my conscience?

-Who, me?
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(CHUCKLES) Would you like to be

Pinocchio's conscience?
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Well,
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I, I...
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Uh-huh.
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(CHUCKLES) Very well.
What is your name?
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Oh! Cricket's the name. Jiminy Cricket.
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Kneel, Mr. Cricket.
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Huh?
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No tricks now.
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I dub you Pinocchio's conscience.
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Lord high keeper
of the knowledge of right and wrong,
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counselor in moments of temptation,
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and guide along
the straight and narrow path.
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Arise, Sir Jiminy Cricket.
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Well! (CHUCKLES) My, my!
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Mmm!
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Say, that's pretty swell.
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Gee, thanks!
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But, uh, don't I get

a badge or something?
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Well, we'll see.

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-You mean, maybe I will?
-FAIRY: I shouldn't wonder.
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-Make it a gold one?

-Maybe.
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Now remember,
Pinocchio, be a good boy.
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And always let your conscience

be your guide.
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Goodbye, milady.
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Goodbye.
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(HUMMING)
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Not bad, says I.
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Oh, yeah! (CHUCKLES)

Almost forgot about you.
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Well, Pinoke...
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(CLEARS THROAT)
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Maybe you and I had better have

a little heart-to-heart talk.
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Why?
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Well, you want to be

a real boy, don't you?
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-Uh-huh.

-All right, sit down, son.
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Now, you see,
the world is full of temptations.
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Temptations?
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Yep! Temptations.
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They're the wrong things

that seem right at the time,
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but, uh, even though the right things
may seem wrong sometimes,
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sometimes the wrong things
(CHUCKLES)
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may be right at the wrong time,

or, uh, vice versa.
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(CLEARS THROAT) Understand?
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Uh-uh.
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But I'm gonna do right.
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Attaboy, Pinoke,

and I'm gonna help you.
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And anytime you need me,

you know, just whistle.
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Like this. (WHISTLES)
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Like this? (BLOWS AIR)
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No, no. Try it again, Pinoke.
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Like this?
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(BLOWS AIR)
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No, son.
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Now listen!
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(WHISTLING)
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(BLOWS AIR)
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(WHISTLES)
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That's it! Come on, now. Let's sing it!
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(SINGING) When you get in trouble
and you don't know right from wrong
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Give a little whistle (WHISTLES)
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-Give a little whistle
-(WHISTLE ECHOING)
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When you meet temptation

and the urge is very strong
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-Give a little whistle
-(BLOWS AIR)
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Give a little whistle
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Not just a little squeak
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Pucker up and blow
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(TOOTING)
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And if your whistle's weak, yell

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Jiminy Cricket?
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Take the straight and narrow path
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And if you start to slide
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-Give a little whistle
-(STRUMS)
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-Give a little whistle
-(STRUMS)
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And always let your conscience
be your guide
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(IMITATING TROMBONE)
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Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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(SAW WHISTLING)
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(TAPS)
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(BELLS RINGING)
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Take the straight and narrow path
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And if you start to slide
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Give a little whistle

Yoo-hoo
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Give a little whistle

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Woo-hoo

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And always let your conscience
be your guide
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And always let your conscience
be your guide

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(CRASHING)
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-Who is there?

-It's me.
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Oh. It's me.
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Huh?
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Shh. Figaro!
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There's somebody in here.
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(MEOWS)
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Shh!
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Careful now, Figaro.
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He might spring out on us
at any time.
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He's in here somewhere.
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Here I am!
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(FIGARO SCREECHES)
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(CLOCKS CHIMING)
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(MEOWS)
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GEPPETTO: Oh!
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Pinocchio!
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How did you get down here?
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-I fell down.

-Oh, you did.

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(EXCLAIMS)
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You are talking.
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-Uh-huh.

-No, no, no, no!
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-Yes! And I can move too!

-No, no, no, you can't!
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I'm dreaming in my sleep!
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Oh, wake me up! Wake me up!
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(GEPPETTO SHUDDERING)
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Now we see who's dreaming.
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Go on, say something.
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Gee, you're funny.
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-Do it again!

-You do talk!
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Yes! The Blue Fairy came.
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-The Blue Fairy?

-Uh-huh. And I got a conscience.
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-A conscience!

-And someday I'm gonna be a real boy.
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A real boy!
It's my wish, it's come true!
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Figaro, look!
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He's alive, he can talk!

Say hello to Figaro.
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Hello to Figaro.

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GEPPETTO: Oh, Cleo! I almost forgot.
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Look, it's Pinocchio!
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She's my little water baby.

Isn't she cute?
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Yeah, cute!
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(GEPPETTO LAUGHING)
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This calls for a celebration!
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Music!
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(PLAYING UPBEAT TUNE)
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(CHUCKLES)
You start one, Pinocchio.
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(SINGING) Tra-la-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
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Tra-la-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
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(TOOTING)
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(CHIRPING)
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Oh, boy. A party!
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Mind if I cut in?
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How about sitting out

the next one, babe, huh?
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Whoops! Hey! Whoa!
Let me out! Let me out!
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(HUMMING)
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Come, Cleo, join the party! Dance!
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(GEPPETTO HUMMING)
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Ooh, nice!
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(SINGING) Tra-la-la-la-la-la
la-la-la-la
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Tra-la-la
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Gathering toys

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Tra-la-la
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For my little boy

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Tra-la-la, la-la-la
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Look, pretty!
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Oh!
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Help!
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-Oh, where's the bucket? Help! Water!
-(SCREECHES)
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-Water!

-Here it is! I got it!
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Here's water. Here's some water.
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Help! Where's water?
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That was close.
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Maybe we'd better go to bed

before something else happens.
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(COUGHING)
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(YAWNS)
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Little man, you've had a busy night.
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Now, close your eyes and go to sleep.
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Why?

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GEPPETTO:
Oh, everybody has to sleep.
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Figaro goes to sleep, and Cleo.
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And besides, tomorrow

you've got to go to school.
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Why?

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GEPPETTO: Oh, to learn things
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and get smart.

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PINOCCHIO: Why?
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GEPPETTO: Ah. Because.
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PINOCCHIO: Oh.
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(BELL TOLLING)
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(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
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(CHILDREN CHATTERING)
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Oh, look, Father. Look!
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-Now, wait! Stand still, now.

-What are those?
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Huh? Oh, those!
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They are your schoolmates,

girls and boys.
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Now get in.
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-Real boys?

-Yes!
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But hurry, now.

Oh! Wait, wait, wait! Wait.
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Here's an apple for the teacher.
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Now turn around

and let me look you over.
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(GEPPETTO CHUCKLING)

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GEPPETTO:
Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah. Here.
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Run along, now.

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GEPPETTO: (CHUCKLING) Wait, wait.
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Come back here, Figaro.
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School is not for you.
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Goodbye, Father!
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Goodbye, son. Hurry back.
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(HUMMING)
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(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
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Ah, Gideon, listen.
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The merry laughter

of little innocent children
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wending their way to school.
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Thirsty little minds
rushing to the fountain of knowledge.
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(CHUCKLES)
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School, a noble institution.
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What would this stupid world
be without...
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Well, well, well! Stromboli!

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So that old rascal's

back in town, eh?
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(LAUGHING)
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Remember, Giddy, the time

I tied strings on you
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and passed you off as a puppet?
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(LAUGHING)
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We nearly put one over
on that old gypsy that time!
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(LAUGHING)
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A little wooden boy. Now, who...
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A wooden boy!
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Look, Giddy, look.
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It's amazing.
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A live puppet without strings.
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A thing like that ought to be

worth a fortune to someone.
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Now let me see.
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That's it! Stromboli!
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Why, that old faker

would give his... Listen.
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If we play our cards right,
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we'll be on easy street

or my name isn't Honest John.
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Quick! We'll head him off.
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Shh.
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Now's our...
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No, no, stupid.
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Don't be crude.
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(HICCUPS)
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Let me handle this.
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Here he comes.
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Ah, yes, Giddy, as I was saying

to the duchess only yesterday...
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Oh! Oh, how clumsy of me!
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Oh. My, my, my, my.
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Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

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-Oh. I do hope you're not injured.
-PINOCCHIO: I'm all right.
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HONEST JOHN: (SIGHS) Splendid!
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Well, well. Quite a scholar, I see.
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Look, Giddy, a man of letters.
(CHUCKLES)
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-Here's your book.

-I'm going to school.
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School! Ah, yes.
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Then you haven't heard
of the easy road to success.
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Uh-uh.
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No?
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I'm speaking, my boy, of the theater!
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Here's your apple.
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Bright lights, music, applause!
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Fame!
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-Fame?

-Yes!
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And with that personality,

that profile, that physique...
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Why, he's a natural born actor,
eh, Giddy?
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-But I'm going...

-Straight to the top.
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Why, I can see your name in lights,
lights six feet high.
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-Uh, what is your name?

-Pinocchio.
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Pinocchio! P-I-N-U-O... P-I...
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(CHUCKLES)
We're wasting precious time.
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Come. On to the theater!
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(SINGING) Hi-diddle-dee-dee
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An actor's life for me
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A high silk hat and a silver cane
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A watch of gold with a diamond chain
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Hi-diddle-dee-day
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An actor's life is gay
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It's great to be a celebrity
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An actor's life for me
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Ta dum diddle dee dum
Ti dee um dee dum
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(HUMMING)
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Hi-diddle-dee-dum
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An actor's life is fun

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Phew!
Fine conscience I turned out to be!
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Late the first day.
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Oh, well, he can't get in much trouble

between here and school.
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(HONEST JOHN HUMMING)
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Oh, boy, a parade!

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HONEST JOHN: (SINGING)
An actor's life for me
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PINOCCHIO: Hi-diddle-dee-dee
An actor's life for me
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Huh?

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HONEST JOHN:
A waxed moustache and a beaver coat
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A pony cart and a billy goat

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Why, it's... It's Pinoke!
Hey, where you going?

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HONEST JOHN:
You wear your hair in a pompadour

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Wait!

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HONEST JOHN:

You ride around in a coach and four

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Halt!

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HONEST JOHN:
You stop and buy out a candy store

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An actor's life for me

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Hold on there! Pinoke!

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HONEST JOHN: Hi-diddle-dee-dee
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An actor's life for me

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With clothes that come

from the finest shop...

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Hey!
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(JIMINY WHISTLES)
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What was that?
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Oh, it's Jiminy!

What are you doing up there?
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Huh? Who? What? What? Who?
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Jiminy? Up where?
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Shh.

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HONEST JOHN: Why, my boy,
you must be see things.
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PINOCCHIO: Oh, no.

That's my conscience. He...
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Now, now, now. Just calm down.
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Why, there's nothing up there
to be afraid of.
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(HONEST JOHN GRUNTS)
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(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
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Psst! (WHISTLES)
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Pinoke! Psst. Pinoke!
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Over here.
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Over here.
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Oh, Jiminy, I'm gonna be an actor!
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All right, son. Take it easy now.
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Remember what I said

about temptation?
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Uh-huh.
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-Well, that's him.

-Oh, no, Jiminy.
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-That's Mr. Honest John!

-Honest John?
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(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
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Get me out of here!
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(MUFFLED SHOUTING)
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(GROANS)
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All right, then,
here's what we'll tell him.
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You can't go to the theater.

Say, "Thank you just the same."
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You're sorry,
but you've got to go to school.

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-Mmm-hmm.
-HONEST JOHN: Pinocchio?
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Oh, Pinocchio! Woo-hoo!
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Here they come, Pinoke.

Now you tell them.
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Woo-hoo!
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Oh, little boy! Ah, there you are!
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Where were we?
Oh, yes, on to the theater!

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PINOCCHIO: Bye, Jiminy! Bye!
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Goodbye? Huh?
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Goodbye?
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Hey, Pinoke, you can't...
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(SINGING) A high silk hat

and a silver cane

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A watch of gold with a diamond chain

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There he goes. Oh, what'll I do?
I'll run and tell his father.
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No, that'd be snitching.

I'll go after him myself.
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Ladies and gentlemen,
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to conclude the performance

of this great show,
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Stromboli, the master showman,

that's me,
_________________________________
(MUMBLING)
_________________________________

and by special permission

of the management,
_________________________________

that's me, too,
_________________________________
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
_________________________________

is presenting to you something
_________________________________

you will absolutely refuse to believe!
_________________________________

Well, looks like a sellout.
_________________________________

Introducing the only marionette
_________________________________

who can sing and dance
_________________________________

absolutely without the aids of strings.
_________________________________

I hope so.
_________________________________
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
_________________________________

The one and only Pinocchio!
_________________________________

-(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)
-Hmm.
_________________________________
What a buildup.
_________________________________
(FANFARE PLAYING)
_________________________________

(SINGING) I got no strings

to hold me...

_________________________________
(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)
_________________________________
Go ahead, make a fool of yourself!
_________________________________

Then maybe you'll listen

to your conscience.
_________________________________
(HIGH-PITCHED SQUEALING)
_________________________________
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
_________________________________
(AUDIENCE CONTINUES LAUGHING)
_________________________________

(CHUCKLING) Cute kid.
_________________________________
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
_________________________________
(SINGING) I got no strings

to hold me down

_________________________________
To make me fret or make me frown

_________________________________
I had strings but now I'm free

_________________________________
There are no strings on me

_________________________________
Heigh-ho the merry-o

_________________________________
That's the only way to be

_________________________________
I want the world to know

_________________________________
Nothing ever worries me

_________________________________
-I got no strings...
-(STROMBOLI SPEAKING ITALIAN)
_________________________________

What I told you, huh?
_________________________________
(CHUCKLING)
_________________________________

They got strings but you can see

_________________________________
There are no strings on me

_________________________________
(AUDIENCE CHEERING)
_________________________________
WOMAN: You have no strings
_________________________________

Your arms is free
_________________________________

To love me by the Zuiderzee
_________________________________

Ja, ja, ja, if you would woo
_________________________________

I'd bust my strings for you
_________________________________

You got no strings

Comme ci, comme ça

_________________________________
Your savoir faire is ooh la la
_________________________________

I've got strings but entre nous
_________________________________

I'd cut my strings for you
_________________________________

Down where the Volga flows
_________________________________

There's a Russian rendezvous
_________________________________

Where me and Ivan go

But I'd rather go with you
_________________________________
Hey

_________________________________
Hey! Hey!

_________________________________
Hey!

_________________________________
Hey!

_________________________________
Hey!

_________________________________
Hey!

_________________________________
-Hey!

-Hey!

_________________________________
There are no strings on me

_________________________________
(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)
_________________________________
(AUDIENCE CHEERING)
_________________________________
Huh. They like him. He's a success.
_________________________________

Gosh! Maybe I was wrong.
_________________________________

Well, guess he won't need me anymore.
_________________________________

What does an actor want

with a conscience anyway?

_________________________________
GEPPETTO: What could have
happened to him?
_________________________________
(SNIFFING)
_________________________________

Where could he be at this hour?
_________________________________

I'd better go out again

and look for him.
_________________________________

-(SNIFFING)
-And remember,
_________________________________
nobody eats a bite until I find him.
_________________________________
(DOOR CLOSES)
_________________________________
(CLEO GURGLES)

_________________________________
STROMBOLI: (SINGING)
I got no strings but I got the brain
_________________________________

I buy a new suit and I swing the cane
_________________________________

I eat the best

and I drink champagne
_________________________________

I got no strings on me

_________________________________
(LAUGHING)
_________________________________
-Bravo, Pinocchio!

-They liked me!
_________________________________

Mmm. Two hundred!
_________________________________

-You are sensational!

-You mean I'm good?
_________________________________

Ah! Three hundred!
_________________________________

You are colossal!
_________________________________

Does that mean I'm an actor?
_________________________________

Sure! I will push you

in the public's eye.
_________________________________

Your face, she will be

on everybody's tongue.
_________________________________

Will she?
_________________________________

Yeah... Uh-huh.
_________________________________

What's this?
_________________________________

(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
_________________________________
Ah...
_________________________________

For you, my little Pinocchio.
_________________________________

For me? Gee, thanks!
_________________________________

I'll run right home

and tell my father.
_________________________________
(COUGHING)
_________________________________

Home?
_________________________________

Oh, sure. Going home to your father.
_________________________________
(LAUGHING)
_________________________________

Oh, that is very comical.
_________________________________

You mean it's funny?
_________________________________

(LAUGHING) Oh, sure! Yes.
_________________________________

-I'll be back in the morning.

-Be back in the morning!
_________________________________
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
_________________________________

Going home?
_________________________________
(BOTH LAUGHING)
_________________________________

There, this will be your home,
_________________________________

-where I can find you always!

-No, no, no!
_________________________________

Yes, yes, yes!
_________________________________

To me you are belonging.
_________________________________

We will tour the world. Paris. London.
_________________________________

Monte-Carlo. Constantinople.
_________________________________

No, no!
_________________________________

Yes! We start tonight!
_________________________________

Mmm.
_________________________________

You will make lots of money for me!
_________________________________

And when you are growing too old,
_________________________________

you will make good firewood!
_________________________________
(STROMBOLI LAUGHING)
_________________________________

Let me out of here!
I gotta get out! You can't keep me!
_________________________________

Quiet! Shut up!
_________________________________

Before I knock you silly!
_________________________________

Good night,
_________________________________

my little wooden gold mine.
_________________________________
(STROMBOLI LAUGHING)
_________________________________

No! No, wait!
_________________________________
Let me out! I'll tell my father!
_________________________________

(STROMBOLI GRUNTING)
_________________________________
(WHIP CRACKS)
_________________________________
STROMBOLI: Get along there.
_________________________________
(HORSES TROTTING)
_________________________________

Jiminy!
_________________________________
-Oh, Jiminy!
-(THUNDER RUMBLES)
_________________________________
(WHISTLES)
_________________________________

Jiminy, where are you?
_________________________________
(WHISTLING)
_________________________________

Jiminy Cricket!
_________________________________
(THUNDER CLAPPING)
_________________________________
(SOBBING)
_________________________________

Well, there he goes.
_________________________________

Sitting in the lap of luxury,

the world at his feet.
_________________________________

Oh, well, I can always say
"I knew him when."
_________________________________

I'll just go out of his life quietly.
_________________________________
(THUNDER CLAPPING)
_________________________________

I would like to wish him luck, though.
_________________________________

Sure! Why not?
_________________________________

Pinocchio?
_________________________________

Pinocchio!
_________________________________
It's me, your old friend, Jiminy.
Remember?
_________________________________

Jiminy! Gee, I'm glad to see you!
_________________________________

Pinocchio, what's happened?
_________________________________

What did he do to you?
_________________________________

Oh, he was mad.
_________________________________

He said he was gonna
push my face in everybody's eye.
_________________________________

-Yeah?

-And just 'cause I'm a goldbrick,
_________________________________

he's gonna chop me into firewood!
_________________________________

Oh, is that so?

Now, don't you worry, son.
_________________________________

I'll have you out of here

in no time at all.
_________________________________

Why, this is just as easy
_________________________________
as rolling off of a... (GRUNTS)
_________________________________
(CLANKING)
_________________________________

Kind of rusty.
_________________________________
(CLANKING)
_________________________________

Needs a little oil.

_________________________________
ECHO: Needs a little oil,
needs a little oil.
_________________________________

That's what I said.
_________________________________
(SQUEAKING)
_________________________________
Woo-hoo-hoo!
_________________________________
(CHUCKLES)
_________________________________

Must be one of the old models.
_________________________________

You mean, you can't open it?
_________________________________

Yeah.
_________________________________

Looks pretty hopeless.
_________________________________

It'll take a miracle

to get us out of here.
_________________________________

Gee.
_________________________________

Pinocchio?
_________________________________
(THUNDER CRACKING)
_________________________________

Pinocchio!

_________________________________
STROMBOLI: Giddy up!
_________________________________
(SPEAKING ITALIAN)
_________________________________

-Pinocch...
-(THUNDER CLAPPING)
_________________________________

A fine conscience I turned out to be.
_________________________________

I should've listened to you, Jiminy.
_________________________________

No, it was my fault.
_________________________________
I shouldn't have walked out on you.
_________________________________

Guess I'll never see my father again.
_________________________________
(SNIFFLES)
_________________________________

Oh, buck up, son. It could be worse.
_________________________________

Be cheerful. Like me!
_________________________________
(SOBBING)
_________________________________

Aw.
_________________________________
Take it easy, son.
_________________________________

Come on, blow.
_________________________________

Attaboy.
_________________________________

Oh, well,
_________________________________
it stopped raining anyway.
_________________________________

Hey, that star again!
_________________________________

The lady!
_________________________________
Ooh, the fairy!
_________________________________

What'll she say?
_________________________________

What'll I tell her?
_________________________________

You might tell her the truth.
_________________________________

Why, Pinocchio!
_________________________________

Uh...
_________________________________
Hello!

_________________________________
-FAIRY: Sir Jiminy!
-Well!
_________________________________
This is a pleasant surprise!
(CHUCKLES)
_________________________________

Pinocchio, why didn't you go to school?
_________________________________

School? Well, I...
_________________________________
Go ahead, tell her.
_________________________________

I was going to school

till I met somebody.

_________________________________
-FAIRY: Met somebody?
-Yeah, two big monsters!
_________________________________

With big green eyes.
_________________________________

Why, I...
_________________________________

Monsters? Weren't you afraid?
_________________________________

No, ma'am.
But they tied me in a big sack.

_________________________________
FAIRY: You don't say!
_________________________________

And where was Sir Jiminy?
_________________________________

Oh, Jiminy?
_________________________________

Psst. Leave me out of this.
_________________________________

They put him in a little sack.

_________________________________
-FAIRY: No!
-Yeah!
_________________________________
-FAIRY: How did you escape?
-I didn't.
_________________________________

They chopped me into firewood!
_________________________________

Oh, look, my nose!
_________________________________
What's happened?
_________________________________

Perhaps you haven't been

telling the truth, Pinocchio.
_________________________________

-Perhaps?

-Oh, but I have! Every single word!
_________________________________
(BIRDS WHISTLE)
_________________________________

Oh, please help me. I'm awful sorry.
_________________________________

You see, Pinocchio,
a lie keeps growing and growing
_________________________________

until it's as plain
as the nose on your face.
_________________________________

She's right, Pinoke,

you better come clean.
_________________________________

I'll never lie again, honest, I won't.
_________________________________

Please, Your Honor,

uh, I mean, Miss Fairy.
_________________________________

Give him another chance for my sake.
_________________________________

Will you? Huh?
_________________________________

I'll forgive you this once.
_________________________________

But remember, a boy who won't be good
_________________________________
might just as well be made of wood.
_________________________________

-We'll be good, won't we?

-We'll be good, won't we?
_________________________________

Very well, but this is

the last time I can help you.
_________________________________

Gee, look, Jiminy! My nose!
_________________________________

Hey, we're free. Come on, Pinoke.

_________________________________
STROMBOLI: (SINGING)
I buy a new suit and I swing the cane
_________________________________

I eat the fish

and I drink champagne
_________________________________

I got no strings on me

_________________________________
Toodle-oo, Stromboli.
_________________________________

-Goodbye, Mr. Stromboli.

-Shh! Quiet!
_________________________________
Let's get out of here

before something else happens.

_________________________________
HONEST JOHN: Hi-diddle-dee-dee
An actor's life for me
_________________________________

A high silk hat and a silver cane
_________________________________

A watch of gold with a diamond chain
_________________________________

Hi-diddle-dee-day

An actor's life is gay
_________________________________

It's great to be a celebrity
_________________________________

An actor's life for me

_________________________________
(LAUGHING)
_________________________________
And the dummy fell for it.
_________________________________

Hook, line and sinker!
_________________________________
(HONEST JOHN
CONTINUES LAUGHING)
_________________________________
(HICCUPS)

_________________________________
HONEST JOHN: And he still thinks
were his friends!
_________________________________

And did Stromboli pay!
_________________________________

Plenty!
_________________________________

That shows you how low

Honest John will stoop.
_________________________________

Eh, Giddy?
_________________________________
(HICCUPS)
_________________________________

Now, Coachman...
_________________________________

What's your proposition?
_________________________________

Well,
_________________________________

how would you blokes like to make
some real money?
_________________________________

Well... And who do we have to...
_________________________________

No, no!
_________________________________
Nothing like that.
_________________________________

You see...
_________________________________

I'm collecting stupid little boys.
_________________________________

Stupid little boys?
_________________________________

You know, the disobedient ones
what play hooky from school.
_________________________________

Oh!
_________________________________

And you see...
_________________________________
(WHISPERING)
_________________________________

Yes.
_________________________________

Oh!
_________________________________

...and I takes them to Pleasure Island!
_________________________________

Ah, Pleasure Island.
_________________________________

Pleasure Island?

But the law, suppose they...
_________________________________

No, no. There is no risk!
_________________________________

They never come back
_________________________________

as boys!
_________________________________
(COACHMAN CACKLING)
_________________________________

Now, I've got a coach load

leaving at midnight.
_________________________________

We'll meet at the crossroads,

and no double-crossing!
_________________________________

-No, sir.

-Scout around.
_________________________________

And any good prospects you find,
bring them to me.
_________________________________

-Yes, chief.

-I'll pay you well.
_________________________________

I got plenty of gold.

_________________________________
HONEST JOHN: Yes, yes.
_________________________________

No, sir, nothing can stop me now.
I'll make good this time.
_________________________________

-You'd better!

-I will. I'm going to school.
_________________________________

That's the stuff, Pinoke.
_________________________________

I'd rather be smart than be an actor.
_________________________________

Now you're talking!
_________________________________
Come on, slowpoke.
I'll race you home.

_________________________________
HONEST JOHN: Well, well, Pinocchio,
what's your rush?
_________________________________

I gotta beat Jiminy home.

Oh, hello.
_________________________________

-Well, how is the great actor?

-I don't want to be an actor.
_________________________________

-Stromboli was terrible!

-He was?
_________________________________

Yeah, he locked me in a bird cage.
_________________________________

-He did?

-Uh-huh. But I learned my lesson.
_________________________________

I'm going...
_________________________________
Oh, you poor, poor boy.

You must be a nervous wreck.
_________________________________

That's it! You are a nervous wreck.
_________________________________

(CLEARS THROAT) We must diagnose

this case at once.
_________________________________
(CLEARS THROAT)
_________________________________

Quick, Doctor, your notebook.
_________________________________

Bless my soul.
_________________________________

Mmm. Mmm-hmm.
_________________________________

My, my. Just as I thought.
_________________________________

A slight touch
of monetary complications
_________________________________

with bucolic semi-lunar
contraptions of the flying trapezes.
_________________________________

Mm-hmm!
_________________________________
Say hippopotamus.
_________________________________

-Hi-ho-hotamus.

-I knew it!
_________________________________

Compound transmission
of the pandemonium
_________________________________
with percussion and spasmodic

frantic disintegration!
_________________________________

-Close your eyes. What do you see?

-Nothing.
_________________________________

-Open them. Now what do you see?

-Spots!
_________________________________

Ha-ha!
_________________________________
Now that heart.
_________________________________
-(WOOD BEATING)

-Ooh!
_________________________________
My goodness!
_________________________________

A palpitating syncopation

of the killer diller
_________________________________

with the wicky wacky stomping
of the floy joy!
_________________________________

Quick, doctor, that report.
_________________________________

Oh!
_________________________________
This makes it perfectly clear.
_________________________________

My boy,
_________________________________
you are allergic.
_________________________________

-Allergic?

-Yes! And there is only one cure.

_________________________________
-A vacation on Pleasure Island.
-PINOCCHIO: Pleasure Island?
_________________________________

Yes! That happy land of carefree boys
_________________________________

where every day is a holiday!
_________________________________

-But I can't go. I...

-Why, of course you can go.
_________________________________

I'm giving you my ticket.
_________________________________

-Here.

-Thanks! But I'm...
_________________________________

Oh, tut-tut-tut.
_________________________________
I insist. Your health comes first.
_________________________________

Come, the coach departs at midnight!
_________________________________
(SINGING) Hi-diddle-dee-dee

It's Pleasure Isle for me
_________________________________

Where every day is a holiday
_________________________________

And kids have nothing to do but play

_________________________________
Pinoke?
_________________________________

Oh, Pinoke?
_________________________________
Now where do you suppose he... Huh?
_________________________________

Pinocchio! Hey! Come back.
_________________________________

Giddy up.
_________________________________
(COUGHING)
_________________________________

Well,
_________________________________
(COUGHING)
_________________________________

here we go again.
_________________________________

My name's Lampwick. What's yours?
_________________________________

Pinocchio.
_________________________________

-Ever been to Pleasure Island?

-Uh-uh.
_________________________________
But Mr. Honest John gave me...
_________________________________

Me neither, but they say
it's a swell joint.
_________________________________
No school, no cops.
_________________________________

You can tear the joint apart

and nobody says a word.
_________________________________

Honest John gave me...
_________________________________

Loaf around,
plenty to eat, plenty to drink.
_________________________________

-And it's all free!

-Honest John...
_________________________________

Boy, that's the place.

I can hardly wait!
_________________________________
(CHILDREN SHOUTING)
_________________________________
(BOAT HOOTING)
_________________________________
(BOAT HOOTING)
_________________________________
(CHEERING)
_________________________________
(CARNIVAL MUSIC PLAYING)

_________________________________
BARKER: Right here, boys! Right here.
_________________________________

Get your cake, pie,

dill pickles, and ice cream.
_________________________________

Eat all you can. Be a glutton.
_________________________________

Stuff yourselves. It's all free, boys.
_________________________________

It's all free. Hurry, hurry, hurry.
_________________________________

The rough house, the rough house.
_________________________________

It's the roughest,
toughest joint you ever seen.
_________________________________

-Come in and pick a fight, boys.

-Oh, boy, a scrap!
_________________________________

Come on, let's go in
and poke somebody in the nose.
_________________________________

-Why?

-Ah, just for the fun of it.
_________________________________

Okay, Lampy.

_________________________________
BARKER: Tobacco Row! Tobacco Row!
_________________________________

Get your cigars, cigarettes,

and chewing tobacco.
_________________________________

Come in and smoke your heads off.
There's nobody here to stop you.
_________________________________

Pinocchio? (COUGHS)
_________________________________

Pinocchio! There's something

phoney about all this.
_________________________________

I gotta get him out of here.

_________________________________
BARKER: Hurry, hurry, hurry.
See the model home.
_________________________________

It's open for destruction

and it's all yours, boys!
_________________________________

She's all yours.
_________________________________

What'd I tell you?

Ain't this a swell joint?
_________________________________

Yeah! Being bad's

a lot of fun, ain't it?
_________________________________

Yeah, uh-huh. Get a load
of that stained-glass window.
_________________________________

All right, now. Hop to it, you blokes.
_________________________________

-(WHIP CRACKS)
-Come on! Come on!
_________________________________
Shut the doors and lock them tight.
_________________________________

Now get below and get them crates
ready. (CHUCKLES)
_________________________________

Give a bad boy enough rope and he'll
soon make a jackass of himself.
_________________________________
(CACKLES)

_________________________________
JIMINY: Pinocchio!
_________________________________

Pinocchio?
_________________________________
(JIMINY WHISTLES)
_________________________________

Where is everybody?
_________________________________

The place is like a graveyard.
_________________________________

I don't like the looks of this.
_________________________________

Pinocchio!
_________________________________

Hey, where are you?
_________________________________
(BALLS RATTLING)
_________________________________
(WHISTLING)
_________________________________

Where do you suppose
all the kids went to, Lampwick?
_________________________________

They're around here somewheres.
_________________________________
What do you care?
_________________________________

-You're having a good time, ain't you?

-Uh-huh. I sure am.
_________________________________

Oh, boy! This is the life, huh, Pinoky?
_________________________________

Yeah!
_________________________________

It sure is!
_________________________________

Ah, you smoke like me grandmother!
_________________________________

Come on, take a big drag like this.
_________________________________
(INHALING)
_________________________________

Okay, Lampy.
_________________________________
(INHALING)
_________________________________
(HICCUPS)
_________________________________
(GULPS)

_________________________________
LAMPWICK: Heh, some fun, huh, kid?
_________________________________

Okay, Slats, your shot.
_________________________________
(EYEBALLS RATTLE)

_________________________________
LAMPWICK: What's the matter, Slats?
Losing your grip?
_________________________________
JIMINY: Pinocchio!
_________________________________
So this is where I find you!
_________________________________

How do you ever expect

to be a real boy?
_________________________________

Look at yourself, smoking, playing pool.
_________________________________
Ow! You're coming right home
with me this minute!
_________________________________

Hey, who's the beetle?
_________________________________

Let go! Put me down!
_________________________________

(MUFFLED) Let me get out of here!
_________________________________
Let me out.
_________________________________

He's my conscience.
He tells me what's right and wrong.
_________________________________

What?
_________________________________
You mean to tell me
you take orders from a grasshopper?
_________________________________

Grasshopper? Look here,

you impudent young pup!
_________________________________

It wouldn't hurt you
to take orders from your grasshopper...
_________________________________

Your conscience, if you have one.
_________________________________

Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.
_________________________________

Screwball in the corner pocket.
_________________________________
(JIMINY GRUNTS)
_________________________________
(YELLING)
_________________________________
(WHIMPERS)
_________________________________
(LAUGHING)
_________________________________

Why, why... You young hoodlum!
_________________________________

I'll knock your block off!
_________________________________
(HUFFING)
_________________________________
(LAMPWICK LAUGHING)
_________________________________

I'll take you apart

and put you back together!
_________________________________

Oh, don't hurt him, Jiminy.

He's my best friend.
_________________________________

Why, I'll... Your best friend?
_________________________________

And what am I? Just your conscience!
_________________________________

Okay, that settles it!
_________________________________

But, Jiminy...
_________________________________

You buttered your bread.

Now sleep in it!
_________________________________
(YELLS)
_________________________________
(LAUGHING)
_________________________________

Ha-ha-ha!
_________________________________
Go on, laugh.

Make a jackass out of yourself.
_________________________________

I'm through!
_________________________________
-This is the end.
-PINOCCHIO: But, Jiminy...

_________________________________
-Lampwick says a guy only lives once.

-Lampwick... Huh!
_________________________________

Come on, come on. Let him go.
_________________________________

Lampwick... Huh! Lampwick!
_________________________________

It burns me up.
After all I tried to do for him.
_________________________________

Who's his conscience, anyway?
Me or that hoodlum, Lampwick?
_________________________________

I've had enough of this.

I'm taking the next boat out of here.
_________________________________

Open up that door. Open up!

I wanna go home.
_________________________________
(DONKEYS BRAYING)

_________________________________
COACHMAN: Come on, you blokes,
keep them moving!
_________________________________

Lively there, now.

We haven't got all night.
_________________________________
(BRAYING CONTINUES)
_________________________________

Where'd all the donkeys come from?
_________________________________

Come on, come on. Let's have another.
_________________________________

And what's your name?
_________________________________
(BRAYS)
_________________________________

Okay, you'll do. In you go.

_________________________________
You boys'll bring a nice price.
_________________________________
(COACHMAN LAUGHS)
_________________________________

All right, next!
_________________________________

And what might your name be?
_________________________________

Alexander.
_________________________________

Hmm.
_________________________________
So you can talk.
_________________________________

Yes, sir. I wanna go home to my mama!
_________________________________

Take him back! He can still talk!
_________________________________

Please, please!
I don't wanna be a donkey.
_________________________________

-Let me out of here.

-Quiet!
_________________________________

You boys have had your fun.

Now pay for it!
_________________________________

Boys? So that's what... Pinocchio!
_________________________________

Huh! To hear that beetle talk,
_________________________________

you'd think something

was gonna happen to us.
_________________________________

Conscience. Aw, phooey!
_________________________________

Where's he get that stuff?
_________________________________

"How do you ever expect

to be a real boy?"
_________________________________

What's he think I look like?
_________________________________
-A jackass?

-You sure do!
_________________________________
(LAUGHS)
_________________________________
(BRAYS)
_________________________________

Hey, you laugh like a donkey.
_________________________________
(LAUGHS)
_________________________________
(BRAYS)
_________________________________

Did that come out of me?
_________________________________

Oh!
_________________________________

Huh?
_________________________________

What the... What's going on?
_________________________________
(SCREAMS)
_________________________________

I've been double-crossed!
_________________________________

Help! Help! Somebody, help!
_________________________________

I've been framed! Help!
_________________________________

Please, you gotta help me. Be a pal.
_________________________________

Call that beetle. Call anybody.
_________________________________
(GASPS)

_________________________________
LAMPWICK: Mama?
_________________________________
Mama!
_________________________________
(BRAYING)
_________________________________
(LAMPWICK BRAYING)
_________________________________

Oh! What's happened?
_________________________________

I hope I'm not too late.
_________________________________

What'll I do?
_________________________________

Pinocchio!
_________________________________

Jiminy! Jiminy, help!
_________________________________

Wait, Pinoke, the kids, the boys,
they're all donkeys!
_________________________________

Oh! You too.
_________________________________

Come on, quick!

Before you get any worse.
_________________________________

This way, Pinoke. It's the only way out.
_________________________________

Hurry up before they see us.
_________________________________

You gotta jump.
_________________________________
(PANTING)
_________________________________

Jiminy? Jiminy?
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You all right?
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Sure. (COUGHS)
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I thought we'd never make it.
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(COUGHS)
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Certainly feels good
to be back on dry land.
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Come on, let's get home.
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-Father, Father, I'm home!

-We're home, Mr. Geppetto.
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-It's me, Pinocchio. I'm home to stay.
-We're home again.
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-(BELL RINGING)

-Here he is, Mr. Geppetto. Home at last.
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Hey, maybe he's asleep.

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PINOCCHIO: Father? Father, it's me.
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Pinoke, come here.
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Look. He ain't here.

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PINOCCHIO: He... He's gone.
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JIMINY: Yeah, and Figaro.
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PINOCCHIO: And Cleo too.
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Maybe something awful

happened to him.
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Don't worry, son,

he probably hasn't gone far.
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Hey! It's a message.
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-What's it say?

-It's about your father.
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-Where is he?

-Why, uh, it says here
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he went looking for you
and was swallowed by a whale.
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-Swallowed by a whale?

-Yeah, uh-huh.
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A whale? A whale named Monstro.
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-But wait, he's alive.

-Alive? Where?
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Why, inside the whale
at the bottom of the sea.
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Bottom of the sea?
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Uh-huh.
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-Hey, where you going?

-I'm going to find him.
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Pinoke, are you crazy?
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-Don't you realize he's in a whale?

-I've gotta go to him.
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Hey, Pinoke, wait! Listen here, son...
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But this Monstro, I've heard of him.
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He's a whale of a whale.

Why, he swallows whole ships alive.
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Tie it good and tight, now.

And besides, it's dangerous.
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-Bye, Jiminy.

-Why, I... Goodbye?
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I may be live bait down there,
but I'm with you.
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Come on, let's go.

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JIMINY: Look out below!
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(GURGLING) Gangway, down there.
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Gee! What a big place.
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Come on, Jiminy.
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All right.

As soon as I take on some ballast.
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One side, sister.
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Well, so long.
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Hmm. Put it in the wrong end.
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Hmm! No more privacy than a goldfish.
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(SHUDDERS)
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Chilly.
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Father?
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Father?
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Hey, Pinoke, wait for me!
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Father?
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Father! Huh!
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He ain't my father.
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Uh, Mr. Geppetto!

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Hey! What the...
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Hey, let go.

Run along, you little... Squirt.
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What's the matter? Can't a fellow...
I was only...
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We were only looking for Monstro.
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That got them.
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Father?
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Father?
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Oh, hello.
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(GIGGLING)
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Oh.
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Can you tell me where we can find
Monstro the whale?
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Gee! They're scared.
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Uh, pardon me, pearl,
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(CLEARS THROAT)
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are you acquainted

with Monstro the whale?
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(SPUTTERING)
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Whoa, hold it there.
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Hmm!
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Father?
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One side there, son.
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Come on, boys, break it up.

Break it up, now.
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(SEAHORSE WHINNYING)
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JIMINY: Hey! What the...
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Quit shoving, now. Don't crowd.
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Take it easy. Take it easy there.
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(GIGGLES)
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-Whoa, there, whoa.
-(WHINNIES)
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Steady there, Nellie.

Go ahead, Pinoke, ask them.
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Could any of you tell me

where to find Monstro?
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Whoa! Whoa, boy.
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Sakes alive.
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Father?
_________________________________

Father?

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JIMINY: Mr. Geppetto?
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Not a bite for days.
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We can't hold out much longer.
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(SNEEZES)
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(SNEEZES)
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I never thought
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it would end this way, Figaro.
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Starving to death
_________________________________

in the belly of a whale.
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My poor little Pinocchio.
_________________________________

He was such a good boy.
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It's hopeless, Figaro.
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(REELING)
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There isn't a fish left.
_________________________________

If the monster doesn't wake up soon,
_________________________________
I'm afraid we... We are done for.
_________________________________

Here they come!
_________________________________

Tuna! Oh, tuna fish!
_________________________________

Food! We'll eat!
_________________________________

Here's a big one.
_________________________________

Keep them in there, Figaro.
_________________________________

Wait! Wait a minute! Have you seen...
_________________________________

Monstro!
_________________________________

Ohh! We gotta get out of here.
_________________________________

Woo-hoo-hoo!
Come on, Pinoke. Don't wait for me!
_________________________________

Never saw so many!
_________________________________
Whoop! (LAUGHS)
_________________________________

Here's another one.
_________________________________

Enough for weeks!
_________________________________

Here's a big one.
_________________________________

Keep them in there, Figaro!
_________________________________

Hey, blubber mouth, open up.

I gotta get in there.
_________________________________

Looks like the last of them.
_________________________________

Here's a big one. Only a few left.
_________________________________

We gotta work fast.

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-Hey!
-GEPPETTO: Here's another one.
_________________________________

Hey, Father!
_________________________________

-Father!

-Don't bother me now, Pinocchio.
_________________________________

Pinocchio?
_________________________________

Father!
_________________________________

Pinocchio, my son!
_________________________________

Hey, Father, here I am.
_________________________________

Huh?
_________________________________

Oh, oh, yes. Pinocchio, my boy!

I'm so happy to see you.
_________________________________

Me too, Father.
_________________________________

-(FIGARO PURRS)

-Figaro! Ah, Figaro.
_________________________________

Cleo! Oh, Cleo!
_________________________________

-You're here too.

-Yes!
_________________________________

We're all together again.
_________________________________
(SNEEZES)
_________________________________

-Oh, you are soaking wet.

-Yes, Father.
_________________________________

-You mustn't catch cold.

-But I came to save you.
_________________________________

You know, you shouldn't have
come down here.
_________________________________

-But, Father...

-But I'm awfully glad to see you.
_________________________________

Let me take your hat.
_________________________________
Oh!

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Pinocchio!
_________________________________

What's the matter?
_________________________________

Those ears!
_________________________________

Huh? Ears? Oh, these!
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(CHUCKLES)
_________________________________

Oh, that's nothing. I got a tail too!
(CHUCKLES)
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(BRAYS)
_________________________________

GEPPETTO: Pinocchio!
_________________________________

What's happened to you?
_________________________________

Well, I...
_________________________________
-I...

-Oh, never mind now.
_________________________________

Old Geppetto has his little woodenhead.
_________________________________

Nothing else matters.

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JIMINY: I gotta get in! My pal's in there.
_________________________________

Come on, you big moose!

Open up, I tell you.
_________________________________

-Hey! Cut it out.
-(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
_________________________________

Hey, beat it, you buzzards!
_________________________________

Get out? Oh, no, no, son.
_________________________________

I have tried every way.

Why, I even built a raft.
_________________________________

-A raft? That's it!

-Huh?
_________________________________

We'll take the raft,
and when the whale opens his mouth...
_________________________________

No, no, no, no. Now, listen, son.
_________________________________

He only opens his mouth

when he's eating.
_________________________________

Then everything comes in,

nothing goes out.
_________________________________

-Oh.

-It's hopeless, Pinocchio.
_________________________________

Come, we make a nice fire

and we cook some of the fish.
_________________________________

A fire! That's it!
_________________________________

Yes! And then we'll all eat again.
_________________________________

-A great big fire! Lots of smoke.

-Smoke? Oh, yes, sure.
_________________________________

-Smoked fish will taste good.

-Quick, some wood.
_________________________________

Pinocchio, not the chair.
_________________________________

-Hurry, Father, more wood!

-What'll we sit on if we...
_________________________________

We won't need it. We're getting out!
_________________________________

Getting out? But how?
_________________________________

-We'll make him sneeze!

-Make him sneeze?
_________________________________

Oh! That will make him mad!
_________________________________
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
_________________________________
(SNIFFING)
_________________________________
(MONSTRO HEAVING)
_________________________________

Well, it's about time!
_________________________________

-It won't work.

-Hurry, Father.
_________________________________
Climb aboard.
_________________________________

-We'll never get by those teeth!

-Yes, we will!
_________________________________

Hey, which way you going?

Wait for me!
_________________________________

Hang on. Here we go!
_________________________________
(MONSTRO SNEEZES)
_________________________________

Gesundheit.
_________________________________
(MONSTRO HEAVING)
_________________________________

-We're going back!

-No, we'll make it. Faster, faster.

_________________________________
GEPPETTO: It's no use. We're done for!
_________________________________
(SNEEZES)
_________________________________

We made it!
_________________________________
(ROARING)
_________________________________

Look! Now he is mad!
_________________________________

I told you he'd be furious!
_________________________________

-He's gone.

-Where'd he go?
_________________________________

Look out!
_________________________________

Hang on!
_________________________________
(ROARS)
_________________________________

He's coming back. Hurry!
_________________________________

He's trying to kill us! Paddle, son!
_________________________________

Let's go back!
_________________________________

Look out!
_________________________________
Jump!
_________________________________

Father? Father?

_________________________________
Father!
_________________________________

Pinocchio, swim for shore.

Swim for shore.
_________________________________

Hang on, Father.
_________________________________

(STRAINING) Save yourself.
_________________________________
(ROARING)
_________________________________
(GASPING)
_________________________________

Pinocchio, save yourself.
_________________________________

Don't mind me, son.
_________________________________

Save yourself, Pinocchio.
_________________________________

Pinocchio?
_________________________________

Oh, Pinocchio!
_________________________________

Pinocchio... (GASPS)
_________________________________
(GEPPETTO CRYING)
_________________________________

(WHISPERING) My boy.
_________________________________

My brave little boy.

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FAIRY: Prove yourself brave,
truthful, and unselfish,
_________________________________

and someday you will be a real boy.

_________________________________
Awake, Pinocchio.

_________________________________
Awake.

_________________________________
-Father, what are you crying for?

-Because...
_________________________________
You're dead, Pinocchio.
_________________________________

No. No, I'm not.
_________________________________

Yes. Yes, you are.
_________________________________

-Now lie down.

-But, Father, I'm alive. See?
_________________________________

And I'm...
_________________________________

I'm... I'm real. I'm a real boy!
_________________________________

You're alive, and you are a real boy!
_________________________________

Yea! Whoopie!

_________________________________
GEPPETTO: A real live boy. Ha-ha!
_________________________________

This calls for a celebration!
_________________________________
(CLOCKS CHIMING)

_________________________________
GEPPETTO: Professor, lots of music!
_________________________________
(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)
_________________________________

Well! This is practically
where I came in.
_________________________________

Thank you, milady.
_________________________________

He deserved to be a real boy.
_________________________________

It sure was nice of you to...
_________________________________

Huh?
_________________________________
Wha... Wh...
_________________________________

Well, I'll be! (CHUCKLES)
_________________________________

My, my!
_________________________________

Solid gold too.
_________________________________

Oh, I think it's swell!
_________________________________
(SINGING)

When your heart is in your dream
_________________________________

No request
_________________________________

Is too extreme
_________________________________
CHORUS: When you wish
_________________________________

Upon a star
_________________________________

Your dreams come true
_________________________________

You'll find your dreams come true

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