Pinocchio Page #3

It's come true!

Figaro, look!

He-- He's alive. He can talk!

- Let's say hello to Figaro.

- Hello to Figaro.

Ohh. Oh, Cleo, I almost forgot.

Look! It's Pinocchio!

She's my little water baby.

Isn't she cute?

Yeah, cute.

This calls for a celebration.

Music!

You start one, Pinocchio.

Oh, boy. A party!

Mind if I cut in?

How about sitting out

the next one, babe, huh?

Whoop! Hey, whoa, let me out!

Let me out!

Come, Cleo, join the party.

Dance!

Ooh, nice.

Gathering toys

For my little boy

- Look! Pretty!

- Oh!

Help!

Wh-Wh-Wh-Where's the bucket?

Help! Water! Where's the water?

Here it is! I got it!

Here's water! Here's some water!

Help! Where's water?

That was close.

Maybe we'd better go to bed...

before something else happens.

Little man, you've had

a busy night.

Now, close your eyes

and go to sleep.

Why?

Oh, everybody has to sleep.

Figaro goes to sleep...

and Cleo...

and, and besides, tomorrow

you've got to go to school.

Why?

Oh, to learn things and--

and get smart.

Why?

- Because.

- Oh.

- Oh, look, Father! Look!

- Now, wait. Stand still now.

- What are those?

- Huh? Oh, those.

They are your schoolmates.

Girls and boys.

Uh, no-now, get in--

- Real boys?

- Yes.

But hurry now.

Oh, oh, wai-wai-wait! Wait. Eh--

Here's an apple for your

teacher. Now turn around...

and let me look you over.

Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah.

Here. Run along now.

Fig, wait!

Come back here, Figaro.

School is not for you.

- Goodbye, Father.

- Goodbye, son. Hurry back.

Ah, Gideon, listen.

The merry laughter...

of little innocent children

wending their way to school.

Thirsty little minds rushing

to the fountain of knowledge.

School, a noble institution.

What would this stupid

world be without--

Well, well, well!

Stromboli! So that old rascal's

back in town, eh?

Remember, Gideon, the time

I tied strings on you...

and passed you off

as a puppet?

We nearly put one over on

that old gypsy that time.

A little wooden boy.

Now, who'd have-- A wooden boy!

Look, Giddy, look! It's amazing.

A live puppet without strings.

A thing like that ought to be

worth a fortune to someone.

Now let me see.

That's it! Stromboli!

Why, that fat old faker

would give his-- Listen.

If we play our cards right,

we'll be on Easy Street,

or my name isn't Honest John.

Quick, we'll head him off.

Shh! Now's our--

No, no, stupid.

Don't be crude.

Let me handle this.

Here he comes.

Ah, yes, Skinny, as I was saying

to the Duchess only yesterday--

Oh! Oh, how clumsy of me.

Oh, my, my, my, my.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

Oh, I do hope

you're not injured.

- I'm all right.

- Oh, splendid.

Well, well, hmm.

Quite a scholar, I see.

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