Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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