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(SIGHS) Now, it is time for bed.
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(IMITATING WARBLING)
(CHIRPING)
(WHEN YOU WISH UPON A STAR INSTRUMENTAL PLAYING)
Well, Mr. Coachman, it sure sounds fun.
I say we all...
-(GROANS) Oh. -(FIGARO MEOWING)
What am I wish upon a star, as dreamers do?!
Sofia said Geppetto left about two hours ago, headed south.
(SIGHS) Well...
PINOCCHIO: Oh.
(SIGHS) Thanks, I guess. That's a relief. I thought I was a goner for sure.
You will always be my real boy.
Hello, Pops.
(ROARING)
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Oh, no! You too?
Pinocchio!
(ENTHRALLING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
Ouch.
(HONEST JOHN LAUGHING)
(CHUCKLES)
I'm practicing my pirouette
Blimey! Look what we've just fished up off the bleeding street.
They helped me and they didn't even have to.
and that makes you a truthful boy.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(WIND BLOWING)
Pinoke, I see a tiny boat.
(BRAYING)
-(CHILDREN CHEERING) -(FIREWORKS BURSTING)
(GRUNTING)
Wait for it. Wait for it.
-(MUSIC STOPS) -(FIGARO WHINES)
Name your price, Geppetto, and I will pay.
so you could look for me.
"I may never find
my travels took me to a quaint little village.
(CONTINUES SINGING INDISTINCTLY)
Really? How do you figure?
(CAGE CREAKING)
We did it, Father. Look at all that smoke.
(SCATTING)
You were on the corner, so you got collected. Come on.
What would this stupid world be without it?
(SOBBING)
(LAUGHING) You. Your conscience is the last thing
Excuse me, Sofia. I'm sorry to interrupt,
(MEOWS)
(MEOWING)
(YELLING)
A heart is a heart, nobody tells me no.
Come true
More or less. Now quit telling those whoppers.
Not ríðikœľusü pųpeís. Pųpeís bíłøŋğ îñ þe pųpei şo.
They're all here.
Welcome to Pleasure Island!
(NOSE SQUEAKS)
Jew? No, Pinocchio's talkin' 'bout fuck. You can't say fuck in school, you fuckin' fathead!
Give them a try tonight.
Are you okay? You should get some rest.
Holy moly! I almost forgot.
All your troubles melt away
(ENTHRALLING INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(CREATURES GROWLING)
(GRUNTING)
One of them was a puppet like me. Her name was Sabina.
Look. He sneezed us back toward land.
Another perfect shot, if I do say so myself.
Well, look at that. A wooden boy.
I mean, who doesn't believe in transformative experiences?
Until next year.
(FLIES BUZZING)
You don't fit in a traditional educational environment.
(MUFFLED) Geppetto! I see Geppetto!
(QUIRKY MUSIC PLAYING)
Hey! Don't call me butthead you fucking jew! Shut the fuck up Pinoke!
(PIANO KEYS PLAYING)
But I didn't want to be famous. I wanted to go to school.
So big he looks like an island. Land ho!
-Now swim. Swing those arms. -Like this?
(IN ENGLISH) Stupid puppet. (LAUGHING)
(SIGHS) Thank heavens. You must be constructed of pretty sturdy oak.
What's with all the donkeys?
Pinocchio, Pinocchio Holy smoke-io
(SOBBING)
Okay, Slats. Your shot.
(QUACKING)
To complete the performance of my great show,
When he was here
(GURGLING)
(MUSIC SLOWS DOWN)
(TENSE MUSIC PLAYING)
Father, I'm sorry I didn't come home after I got kicked out of school.
Except on stage. Then lots of funny business.
-My name's Pinocchio. -KID 1: Pinocchio?
Can't Handle Word: Mama! Mama!
(SINGING) I've got no strings To hold me down