The Adventures of Pinocchio Page #4

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Au contraire.

l have a feeling ourjob

just got easier.

Come on, now.

lt's past your bedtime.

lnto bed.

Good night, son.

l love you, Papa.

l love you, Papa.

l can't do anything right.

The human dilemma.

Who said that?

Or is it the puppet dilemma?

You've still got cake

on your face.

What?

Say, do you always

squish someone...

before being

formally introduced?

Are--are you a termite?

Oh, please!

So you're not going to eat me.

Thanks for the offer,

but li'm on a low-wood diet.

Let me introduce myself.

The name is...

Pugnacio Elecuzio P. Elegante.

Give me a ''P,'' an ''E,''

a ''P,'' an ''E.''

Put'em all together

and call me...

Pepe.

- Pepe?

- You don't like it?

- lt's OK.

- l'm very sensitive, you know.

No. lt's--it's fine.

We can't all

be called Pinocchio.

Now listen to me.

l'm here because you are

one tumult little puppet.

Your papa's in jail,

you're all alone,

you trounced me

in the alley,

and l'm here to see that we get

our friendship back on track...

right this very second!

Sorry.

Didn't meant to holler,

but insects are people,

too, you know?

And l'm a lot more than your

standard garden-variety cricket.

l'm a teller of truths.

l'll be your best friend,

pine cone.

l'll open your eyes.

l'm not a pine cone.

l'm a boy.

Not yet, but it's

a top-notch goal...

for such a cute little puppet,

which is why it's time

to get to work.

You ca become a real boy

one you get the tools.

l'll advise you

and be your regal guardian,

but you've got to do

the hard work.

You, my little sapling,

will have to shed something blood,

sweat, and tree bark.

Total eclipse.

Visitors. How wonderful.

Get the door, and be polite,

and smile, now.

Show those pearly whites.

No, stop.

- Let me go.

- Come on. We've got you now.

Court is now in session.

Case number 491, your honor.

The People versus Luca Antonio

Renaldo Geppetto Baldini.

My papa.

lt will be all right, Pinocchio.

There he is, your honor,

the little mutilator.

He ruined my cannolis.

He ruined my fruit tarts.

Silence, woman.

He even ruined my grandmother's

torta della nonna...

with the pinoli

and the chocolate--

Are you done?

No, l am not done. l would--

Arrest her!

Now l'm done.

Now...

Since you, Geppetto,

are responsible

for this, uh, puppet,

how do you plead?

Guilty, sir.

You will pay 20,000 lira

to the bakers...

and 10,000 to the court.

l--l don't have it.

That--that's

three years' wages.

lf you cannot pay, then you

will go to debtors prison.

Three years locked away.

Your honor.

l propose the court

allow me to pay the fines...

for this poor,

impoverished peasant.

This is most generous

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