Pinocchio Page #6

- Ya mean it's funny?

- Oh, sure! Yes.

- I'll be back in the morning.

- Be back in the morning.

Going home.

There, this will be your home,

where I can find you always.

- No, no, no!

- Yes, yes, yes!

To me you are belonging.

We will tour the world.

Paris. London.

Monte Carlo.

"Constantinopolee."

- No, no!

- Yes!

We start tonight!

Hmm.

You will make lots of money...

for me!

And when you are

growing too old,

you will make good... firewood!

Let me outta here! I gotta

get out! You can't keep me!

Quiet! Shut-a up...

before I knock-a you silly!

Good night,

my little wooden gold mine.

No! No, wait! Let me out!

I'll tell my father!

Giddyap! Get along there.

Jiminy! Oh,Jiminy!

Oh,Jiminy, where are ya?

Jiminy Cricket!

Well, there he goes,

sitting in the lap of luxury,

the world at his feet.

Oh, well, I can always

say I knew him when.

I'll just go out

of his life quietly.

I would like to

wish him luck though.

Sure! Why not?

Pinocchio.

Pinocchio. It's me, your

old friend Jiminy, remember?

Jiminy! Gee, I'm glad to see ya!

Pinocchio! What's happened?

- What did he do to ya?

- Oh, he was mad.

He said he was gonna push

my face in everybody's eye.

- Yeah?

- A-A-And just 'cause

I'm a gold brick,

he-he's gonna chop me

into firewood!

Oh, is that so?

Now, don't you worry, son.

I'll have you out of here

in no time at all.

Why, this is-- eh, just as

easy as... rollin' off a--

Kind of rusty.

- Needs a little oil!

- Needs a little oil, needs

a little oil, a little oil.

That's what I said.

Must be one of the old models.

You mean, you can't open it?

Yeah.

Looks pretty hopeless.

It'll take a miracle

to get us out of here.

Gee.

Pinocchio!

Pinocchio!

Giddyap!

Pinocch--

A fine conscience

I turned out to be.

I should've listened

to you,Jiminy.

No, it was my fault. I shouldn't

have walked out on you.

Guess I'll never see

my father again.

Oh, buck up, son.

It could be worse.

Be cheerful, like me.

Aw, take it easy, son.

Come on, blow.

Thatta boy.

Oh, well, it stopped

raining anyway.

Hey, that star again!

Uh, the lady, the-- Ooh!

- The fairy!

- What'll she say?

- What'll I tell her?

- You might tell her the truth.

- Why, Pinocchio.

- Uh, eh, hello!

Sir Jiminy!

Well! Uh, this is a--

a pleasant surprise. Ha-ha.

Pinocchio, why didn't

you go to school?

- School? Well, I-- um--

- Uh-- Go ahead, tell her.

I was going to school

'til I met somebody.

- Met somebody?

- Yeah. Uh, two big monsters...

with big green eyes!

- Why, I-- I--

- Monsters?

- Weren't you afraid?

- No, ma'am. But they

tied me in a big sack.

You don't say!

And where was Sir Jiminy?

Eh, huh? Oh,Jiminy?

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