Pinocchio

When you wish upon a star

Makes no difference

who you are

Anything your heart desires

Will come to you

If your heart

is in your dream

No request is too extreme

When you wish upon a star

As dreamers do

Fate is kind

She brings to those who love

The sweet fulfilment of

Their secret longing

Like a bolt out of the blue

Fate steps in

And sees you through

When you wish

Upon a star

Your dreams

Come true

Pretty, huh?

I'll bet a lot of you folks

don't believe that.

About a wish coming true,

do you?

Well, I didn't either.

Of course, I'm just

a cricket singing my way

from hearth to hearth...

but... let me tell you

what made me change my mind.

One night, a long time--

Pardon me. Wait 'til I, I fix

this thing here. There.

One night, a long time ago,

my travels took me to

a quaint little village.

It was a beautiful night.

The stars were shining

like diamonds...

high above the roofs

of that sleepy old town.

Pretty as a picture.

As I wandered along

the crooked streets,

there wasn't a soul to be seen.

The only sign of life

was a lighted window...

in the shop of a wood-carver

named, uh, Geppetto.

So, I hopped over.

And looked in.

It was a shame to see a nice

cheerful fire like that

going to waste.

So what do I do?

I go in.

I looked around.

Of course, being in

a strange place like that,

I didn't know what to expect.

A cricket can't be

too careful, you know.

Soon as I saw there was no one

about, I made myself at home.

As I stood there warming my...

myself, I took a look around.

Well, sir, you never saw

such a place.

The most fantastic clocks

you ever laid your eyes on.

And all carved out of wood.

And cute little music boxes,

each one a work of art.

Shelf after shelf of toys and--

And then something else

caught my eye.

A puppet!

You know, one of those

marionette things,

all strings and joints.

Cute little fella.

Ding, ding! Going up?

Good piece of wood too.

Well, now.

It won't take much longer.

Just a little more paint

and he's all finished.

I think he'll be all right.

Don't you, Figaro?

Um, huh, uh, beg pardon.

See? That makes

a big difference.

Very good.

Very, very goo--

Well, you can't

please everybody.

Now, I have just

the name for you.

Pinocchio!

Do you like it, Figaro?

No? You do, don't you, Cleo?

Well, we'll leave it

to little Woodenhead.

Do you like it?

That settles it!

Pinocchio it is!

Come on, now,

we'll try you out.

Music, Professor!

Hey! Ow, ow, ow, ouch!

Ta-Ta-Take it easy there!

Oh, break it up, will you?

Lot of downbeats in there.

Little Woodenhead

Go play your part

Bring a littlejoy

to every heart

Little do you know

and yet it's true

That I'm mighty proud of you

Little wooden feet

and best of all

Little wooden seat

in case you fall

Oh-ho! How graceful!

My little Woodenhead

Cleo, meet Pinocchio.

Say, "How do you do?"

Say hello to Figaro.

Oops! Oh-ho-ho!

Up to mischief already.

You see what happens?

Boo!

Up we go! Ahh.

You're a cute little fellow.

And that smile?

You know, I--

You rascal.Jealous, huh?

You know, Pinocchio, I think

Figaro is jealous of you.

Oh-ho, don't worry, Figaro.

I sti-- Uh-oh.

I wonder what time it is.

It's getting late.

Come, now. We go to bed.

Good night, Pinocchio.

Little funny face.

Good night, Cleo,

my little water baby.

Figaro.

You say good night too.

Go on.

Now go to sleep,

my little mermaid.

Good night.

This is my idea of comfort.

Solid comfort.

Look at him, Figaro.

He almost looks alive.

Wouldn't it be nice

if he was a real boy?

Oh, well.

Come on. We go to sleep.

Ah, Figaro.

I forgot to open the window.

Oh, Figaro! Look, look!

The wishing star!

Star light, star bright,

first star I see tonight;

I wish I may, I wish I might...

have the wish I make tonight.

Figaro, you know what

I wish?

I wish that

my little Pinocchio...

might be a real boy.

Wouldn't that be nice?

Just think!

A real boy!

A very lovely thought.

But not at all practical.

A real...

boy.

Quiet!

After all, enough's enough.

Now what's up?

Hey, what's going on here?

As I live and breathe, a fairy!

Mm-mmm.

Good Geppetto, you have given

so much happiness to others.

You deserve to have

your wish come true.

Little puppet made of pine,

wake.

The gift of life is thine.

Whew! What they can't do

these days!

I can move!

I can talk!

I can walk!

- Yes, Pinocchio,

I've given you life.

- Why?

Because tonight, Geppetto

wished for a real boy.

- Am I a real boy?

- No, Pinocchio.

To make Geppetto's wish come

true will be entirely up to you.

- Up to me?

- Prove yourself brave,

truthful and unselfish,

- and someday you

will be a real boy.

- A real boy!

That won't be easy.

You must learn to choose

between right and wrong.

Right and wrong?

But how will I know?

- How will he know.

- Your conscience will tell you.

- What are conscience?

- What are conscience!

I'll tell ya!

A conscience is that

still small voice that

people won't listen to.

- That's just the trouble

with the world today, you see?

- Are you my conscience?

Who, me?

Would you like to be

Pinocchio's conscience?

Well, w-- uh, I--

I-- uh-- Ohh. Uh-huh.

Very well. What is your name?

Uh, oh, uh, Cricket's the name.

Jiminy Cricket.

- Kneel, Mr Cricket.

- Huh?

No tricks now.

I dub you

Pinocchio's conscience,

lord high keeper of the

knowledge of right and wrong,

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