Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(LAUGHING)
(LAUGHING)
Don't you be afraid, Figaro. No.
(Whimpering in fear)
I'm sorry, Father. I apologize for all the trouble I caused.
Oh, oh. Oh, oh!
-(STROMBOLI SHOUTS IN ITALIAN) -(GRUNTING)
I heard Geppetto name him Pinocchio.
And mine, too.
And there's the rumba And then we cha-cha-cha
Boy, they ought to do something about all the loose gravel on this road.
I broke your ipod
Oh, no. Help!
(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)
-You're up, Slats. -No, thanks.
(SINGING) I'll design The perfect wooden shoe
-Escape? -Yes. Run away.
Father, it's me, Pinocchio!
JIMINY: Geppetto. I'm here inside this jar!
Yes, Father. But it wasn't a whale. It was a sea monster, and we got out.
but I don't think Geppetto gets out much,
(WHIMPERING) Please.
Oh, no. We're trapped.
I've got no strings, to pull me... dah, doo doo doo doo, tatatata, dee dee dee, day yay hooray.
My dear boy.
Squawk ouch Stop
(MONSTRO GROANING)
Me? No, thanks. I've, uh, got enough on my plate.
A wise decision
If only this could be more than a memory
-Well, come on, everyone. -(MEOWS)
(STRAINING)
I'm scared Hey mullet head let us out Aw don't worry girls I've prepared a front row seat for you
Well, it's like I said, kiddo. Honest John ain't.
PINOCCHIO: What's so funny?
out of this two-bit, small-time sad excuse for a puppet show.
When you wish upon a star
This is why I gave you a smile. So that you will always be happy.
Yes, for being a puppet.
-(SCREAMING) -(FIGARO SHRIEKING)
Jew? No, Pinocchio's talkin' 'bout fuck. You can't say fuck in school you fuckin' fathead!
Ladies and gentlemen.
(CRASHING)
(GRUNTING)
BLUE FAIRY: Would you like to be his conscience?
have a very important proposition.
And you...
(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)
(RATTLING SOFTLY)
(GEPPETTO GROANS)
(MAGICAL NOTES CHIMING)
Damaged, broken, irreparably splintered beyond repair.
(CHUCKLING)
(SIGHS) Thanks, Sofia.
(VOICE BREAKING) Don't die, Father.
(SIGHS)
No boats, nothing. Only water as far as the eye can see.
Pinocchio.
I haven't seen one in so...
No! Pinoke, no.
(SINISTER MUSIC PLAYING)
Pinocchio, can I trust you with something?
Jiminy, you see that key?
(MONSTRO GROWLING)
(SNORING)
-Now we're talking! (LAUGHING) -No!
That's right. Much better. Much more precise.
That cricket is your conscience?
He sailed out to sea.
Calm down. I don't like bugs. Too much work. I prefer garbage.
BOY 6: Yes! A life supply of root beer!
(SCREAMING) What!
-You talk! -Yeah. And I can walk.
(GLASS CLINKING)
(GASPS)
Now we're talking. Am I great or what?
But it was you I was wishing for.
(SCOFFS) The way you're going, you might make it to half a real boy.
I'm sorry, Jiminy.
Why, he'll see your name in lights. Lights six feet high!
Fame? But I want to be real.
Pinocchio is as real as any real boy could ever be.
Did that actually happen? Who knows? But I do know one thing for sure.
I still say it's not right to yell right as somebody's about to make a shot.
(LAUGHS)
You miss him already, don't you? Yes. Well, yes.
"Memory may hold the key
As dreamers do
(CHUCKLING) An almost real boy!
Pinocchio. My little Pinocchio.
(FABRIC RIPPING)
But Jiminy helped me and we jumped off a cliff into the sea and swam to shore,
Oh, boy. She's rhyming again. Looks like we're about to be on our own.
Father? Father?
(PANTING) You go. I'll catch up.
Yes, yes, my boy.