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Jiminy Cricket: Oh hum (yawning) This is my idea of comfort. Solid comfort.

Jiminy Cricket: A very lovely thought, but not at all practical.

Geppetto: … a real… boy (snoring)

Jiminy Cricket can’t sleep because of the clocks’ noise and Geppetto’s loud snoring. That night when everyone was sound sleep the Blue Fairy comes down from her star.

Jiminy Cricket: Quiet! After all, enough’s enough. Now what’s up? (he sees a strange light, a brilliant glow which grows more dazzling every minute. It is the Wishing Star) Hey, what’s going on here? (in the center of the glow appears a very beautiful woman dressed in robes of flowing blue) As I live and breathe, a fairy! Mmm-mmm.

Blue Fairy: 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 wand touches Pinocchio) The gift of life is tine (Pinocchio comes to life).

Jiminy Cricket: Whew! What they can’t do these days.

Pinocchio: (blinking his eyes and raising his wooden arm) I can move! I can talk! I can walk! (walks a bit and falls over)

Blue Fairy: Yes Pinocchio, I’ve given you life.

Pinocchio: Why?

Blue Fairy: Because tonight Geppetto wished for a real boy.

Pinocchio: Am I a real boy? (he asks in amazement)

Blue Fairy: No, Pinocchio. To make Geppetto’s wish come true will be enterely up to you.

Pinocchio: Up to me?

Blue Fairy: Prove yourself brave, truthful and unselfish, and someday you will be a real boy.

Pinocchio: A real boy!

Jiminy Cricket: That won’t be easy.

Blue Fairy: You must learn to chose between right and wrong.

Pinocchio: Right… and wrong? (looking his hands) But how will I know?

Jiminy Cricket: How’ll he know!

Blue Fairy: Your conscience will tell you.

Pinocchio: What are a conscience?

Jiminy Cricket: What are a conscience! I’ll tell ya! A conscience is that still small voice people won’t listen to. That’s just the trouble with the world today.

Pinocchio: Are you my conscience?

Jiminy Cricket: Who, me?

Blue Fairy: Hmmm. Would you like to be Pinocchio’s conscience?

Jiminy Cricket: (embarrassed) Well… uh, I, I--- Uh-huh.

Blue Fairy: Very well! What is your name?

Jiminy Cricket: Oh, Cricket’s the name. Jiminy Cricket.

Blue Fairy: Kneel, Mr. Cricket.

Jiminy Cricket: Huh? No tricks now.

Blue Fairy: I dub you Pinocchio’s conscience. Lord High Keeper of the Knowledge of Right and Wrong, Counselor in moments of temptation and guide along the straight and narrow path. Arise, Sir Jiminy Cricket.

Jiminy Cricket: Well! Ho-ho-ho! My,my! (when he rises his shabby old clothes are gone and he’s clad in elegant raiment from head to foot) Mmm! Say, that’s pretty swell. Gee… thanks! But… don’t I get a badge or something?

Blue Fairy: We’ll see.

Jiminy Cricket: You mean maybe I will?

Blue Fairy: I shouldn’t wander.

Jiminy Cricket: Make it a gold one?

Blue Fairy: Maybe. Now remember, Pinocchio, be a good boy. And always let your conscience be your guide (the Blue Fairy backs slowly away)

Jiminy Cricket: Goodbye Milady.

Pinocchio: Yippe.

Jiminy Cricket: (humming) Not bad, says I Oh yeah! Ho-ho-ho! Almost forgot about you. Well, Pinoke, maybe you and I… had better have a little heart-to-heart talk.

Pinocchio: Why?

Jiminy Cricket: Well, you want to be a real boy, don’t you?

Pinocchio: Yeah!

Jiminy Cricket: All right. Sit down, son. Now you see the world is full of temptations.

Pinocchio: Temptations.

Jiminy Cricket: Yep! Temptations. They’re the wrong things that seem right at the time but… even though the right things may seem wrong sometimes, sometimes the wrong things (chuckles) may be right at the wrong time or… visa versa. Ahem. Understand?

Pinocchio: Uh-uh. But I’m gonna do right!

Jiminy Cricket: Atta boy, Pinoke, and I’m gonna help ya! And anytime you need me, you know, just whistle like this (whistle)

Pinocchio: Like this? (he tries but no sound comes)

Jiminy Cricket: No, no, try it again, Pinoke.

Pinocchio: Like this?

Jiminy Cricket: No son. Now listen (whistling) (Pinocchio tries again and finally he successes) That’s it! Come on, let’s sing it!

(Give a Little Whistle)
Jiminy Cricket: (singing)
When you get in trouble and
you don't know right from wrong
give a little whistle!
give a little whistle!
When you meet temptation
and the urge is very strong
give a little whistle!
give a little whistle!

not just a little squeak, pucker up and blow
and if your whistle's weak, yell

Pinocchio: Jiminy Cricket!

Jiminy Cricket: Right!
Take the straight and narrow path
and if you start to slide
give a little whistle!
give a little whistle!
and always let your conscience be your guide.

Take the straight and narrow path
and if you start to slide
give a little whistle! Yoo-hoo!
give a little whistle!

Woo-hoo! I will always let your conscience be your guide.

Pinocchio: And always let your conscience be your guide!

Jiminy Cricket: Look out, Pinoke! (Pinocchio looses his balance and falls clatteringly to the floor. The noise wakes Geppetto and Figaro)

Geppetto: Who is there?

Pinocchio: It’s me.

Geppetto: Ahh! It’s me. Huh? Shhh, Figaro! There’s somebody in here.

Figaro: Meow.

Geppetto: (nervously walking around with his candle and gun)Shh! Careful now, Figaro. He might spring out on us at anytime. He’s in here, somewhere.

Pinocchio: Here I am.

Geppetto: (He notices his puppet and accidentally fires his gun into the air) Ohh! Pinocchio! How did you get down here?

Pinocchio: I fell down.

Geppetto: Oh you did. Ohh! You are talking!

Pinocchio: Uh-huh!

Geppetto: No, no, no, no!

Pinocchio: Yes and I can move too!

Geppetto: No, no you can’t. I’m dreaming in my sleep! Oh, wake me up! Wake me up! Now we see who’s dreaming. Go on… say something.

Pinocchio: Gee. You’re funny. Do it again!

Geppetto: You do talk!

Pinocchio: Yes! The Blue Fairy came.

Geppetto: The Blue Fairy?

Pinocchio: Uh-huh, and I got a conscience.

Geppetto: A conscience?

Pinocchio: And someday… I’m gonna be a real boy!

Geppetto: A real boy! It’s my wish, it’s come true! Figaro look! He’s alive, he can talk! Say hello to Figaro.

Pinocchio: Hello to Figaro.

Geppetto: Oh Cleo! I almost forgot. Look, it’s Pinocchio! She’s my little water baby. Isn’t she cute?

Pinocchio: Yeah, cute! (Cleo jumps and kiss him and Figaro too)

Geppetto: Ha-ha! This calls for a celebration! Music! You start one, Pinocchio. Tra, la la la la la, tra, la la la la la

Jiminy Cricket: Oh boy, a party! (to a clock’s doll) Mind if I cut in? (the movements of the dolls are too much for Jiminy) Whoops! Hey! Whoa! Lemme out! Lemme out!

Geppetto: (humming and dancing) Come, Cleo, join the party! Dance! (swirls Cleo's water around)

Pinocchio: (seeing a candle) Ooo nice!

Geppetto: Tra la la la la, gathering toys., tra la la la for my little boy, tra la la la la (His arms are full with playthings)

Pinocchio: (he thinks the light is pretty and one of his fingers catches fire) Look… Frame!

Geppetto: (drops the playthings in a panic) Oh! Help! Ohh where’s the bucket? Help! Water! Where's water? steps on Figaro's tail by mistake

Jiminy Cricket: Here it is! I got it! Here’s water. Here’s some water. (trips and dumps his hatful of water on him)

Geppetto: Help! Where’s water? (He plunges the burning finger into Cleo’s bowl) That was close. Maybe we better go to bed before something else happens. (Cleo coughs from the smoky water)

Jiminy Cricket: Little man, you’ve had a busy night (yawns and sleeps in a matchbox)

Geppetto: Now, close your eyes and go to sleep.

Pinocchio: Why?

Geppetto: Oh, everybody has to sleep. Figaro goes to sleep and Cleo and besides tomorrow you’ve got to school.

Pinocchio: Why?

Geppetto: Oh to learn things and get smart.

Pinocchio: Why?

Geppetto: Ahh… because…

Pinocchio: Oh.

(Next morning. The school bells ring out over the village. All the boys are going to school and so Pinocchio.)

Pinocchio: Oh look father, look! (he’s impatient)

Geppetto: Wait! Stand still now.

Pinocchio: What are those?

Geppetto: Huh? Oh those! They are your schoolmates, girls and boys, now…

Pinocchio: Real boys?

Geppetto: Yes? But hurry now. Oh wait, wait! Here’s an apple for the teacher. Now turn around and let me look you over. Heh, heh (Figaro appears tugging at the strap which held Pinocchio’s school books) Huh? Oh yeah, yeah. Here. Run along now (Figaro follows Pinocchio) Ho-ho-ho wait, wait. Come back here, Figaro. School is not for you.

Pinocchio: Goodbye father!

Geppetto: Goodbye son! Hurry back! Tra la la la.

Honest John: Well

Pinocchio: I’m all right.

Honest John: Ah, splendid! Well, well. Quite a scholar, I see. Look Giddy, a man of letters. Here’s your book.

Pinocchio: I’m going to school.

Honest John: School! Ah, yes. Then you haven’t heard of the easy road to success.

Pinocchio: Uh-huh.

Honest John: No? I’m speaking my boy, of the theatre! Here’s your apple. Bright lights, music, applause! Fame!

Pinocchio: Fame?

Honest John: Yes? And with that personality, that profile, that physique… why! He’s a natural born actor, eh Giddy? (he nods)

Pinocchio: But I’m going…

Honest John: Straight to the top. Why, I can see your name in lights, lights six feet high. Uh, what is your name?

Pinocchio: Pinocchio.

Honest John: Pinocchio! P-I-N-U-O- uh, ha-ha, we’re wasting precious time. Come on to the theatre! Hi-diddle-dee-dee
and actor's life for me
a high silk hat and silver cane
a watch of gold with a diamond chain

and actor's life for me
it's great to be a celebrity
an actor's life for me

Jiminy Cricket: (running) Whew! Fine conscience I turned out to be! Late the first day! Oh well, he can’t get in much trouble between here and school.

Honest John: Ta dum diddle dee dum ti dee un dee dumm…

Jiminy Cricket: Oh boy, a parade

Pinocchio & Honest John: Hi-diddle-dee-dee
and actor's life for me

Jiminy Cricket: Huh?

Honest John: a wax mustache and a beaver coat
a pony cart and a billy goat

Jiminy Cricket: Why it's… it's Pinoke! Hey where you going?

Honest John: Hi-diddle-dee-dee
and actor's life is fun
you wear your hair in a pompadour

Jiminy Cricket: Wait!

Honest John: you ride around in a coach and four
you stop and buy out a candy store

Jiminy Cricket: Halt!

Honest John: an actor's life for me!

Jiminy Cricket: Hold on there! Pinoke!

Honest John: Hi-diddle-dee-dee and actor's life for me
with clothes that come
from the finest shop
and lots of peanuts and soda pop
(Jiminy whistles to take attraction) What was that?

Pinocchio: Oh it's Jiminy! What are you doin' up there?

Honest John: Uh? who? what? Jiminy? up where?

Jiminy Cricket: Shh. (to Gideon)

Honest John: But my boy you must be seeing things

Pinocchio: Oh no, that's my conscience.

Honest John: Now, now, now, just calm down. Why there's nothing up there to be afraid of.

Jiminy Cricket: Shh, Pinoke, over here.

Pinocchio: Oh Jiminy, I'm gonna be an actor.

Jiminy Cricket: All right son, take it easy now. Remember, what I said about temptation? aha. Well, that's him.

Pinocchio: Oh no Jiminy, that's Mr. Honest John!

Jiminy Cricket: Honest John?

Honest John: Get me outta here! Oooh!

Jiminy Cricket: All right then. Here’s what we’ll tell’em. You can’t go to the theatre. Say “thank you just the same” You’re sorry but you’ve got to school.

Pinocchio: Mm-hmm.

Honest John: (in a high voice) Pinocchio? Oh Pinocchio! Woo-hoo.

Jiminy Cricket: Here they come. Now you tell ‘em.

Honest John: Woo-hoo! Oh little boy! There you are! Where were we? Ah yes… on to the theatre!

Pinocchio: Goodbye Jiminy. Goodbye! (he goes with his new friends)

Jiminy Cricket: Huh? Goodbye?

Honest John: Hi diddle-dee-dee an actor's life for me

Jiminy Cricket: Hey, Pinoke, you can’t go!

Honest John: a high silk hat and a silver cane a watch of gold with a diamond chain

and actor's life for me
it's great to be a celebrity
an actor's life for me

Jiminy Cricket: What’ll I do? I’ll run and tell his father. No that’d be snitching. I’ll go after him myself.

(Stromboli’s marionette show)

Stromboli: Ladies and gentlemen, to conclude the performance of this great show Stromboli, the master showman, that’s a-me. And by special permission of the management, that’s a-me too, is presenting to you something you will absolutely refuse to believe!

Jiminy Cricket: (swats away moths from the lamp he's sitting on) Well, looks like a sellout.

Stromboli: Introducing the only marionette-a can a-sing and a-dance absolutely without the aids of a-strings (to himself) I hope-a so. The one… and only…Pinocchio! Applause

Jiminy Cricket: Hmmph! What a buildup.

(The curtains open an a focus lights Pinocchio at the top of a stair.)

Pinocchio: I've got no strings
to hold me down (he falls by the steps and everybody laughs)

Jiminy Cricket: (angrily) Go ahead… make a fool of yourself! Then maybe you’ll listen to your conscience.

Stromboli: (angrily yells in Italian gibberish, but comes to his senses...) Cute kid. Heh-heh-heh.

Pinocchio: I’ve got no strings
To hold me down
to make me free, or make me frown
I had strings
but now I'm free
there no are strings on me

Hi ho the me-rri-o
that's the only way to be
I want the world to know
nothing ever worries me

Stromboli: What I told you, huh? Ha-ha-ha!

Pinocchio: I've got no strings
so I have fun
I'm not tied up to anyone
they've got strings
but you can see
there are no strings on me

Dutch Puppet: You have no strings
your arms is free
to love me by the Zuider Zee
Ya, ya, ya
if you would woo
I'd bust my strings for you

French Puppet: You've got no strings Comme çi comme ça your savoir-faire is ooh la la! I've got strings but entre nous I'd cut my strings for you

Russian Puppet: Down where the Volga flows
There's a Russian rendezvous
where me and Ivan go
but I'd rather go with you, hey!

Cossacks: Hey! Hey! Hey! (Pinocchio imitates their dance)Hey! Hey! Hey!

Pinocchio: Hey! There are no strings on me! (laughter and applause)

Jiminy Cricket: Huh? They like him. He’s a success. Gosh! Maybe I was wrong. Well, guess he won’t need me any more. What does an actor want with a conscience anyway.

Night. Geppetto’s home. He has cooked a delicious supper in Pinocchio’s honor.

Geppetto: What could have happened to him? Where could he be at this hour? I’d better go out again and look for him. And remember, nobody eats a bite… until I find him (he goes out and Figaro sees his opportunity to eat his meal, but Cleo gurgles remembering their promise)

(Stromboli’s carriage in the rain).

Stromboli: I got no-strings
But I got-a the brain
I buy a new suit
And I swing-a the cane
I eat-a the best
And I drink-a champagne
I got no-strings on me
Ha-ha-ha (He’s counting the money) Bravo, Pinocchio!

Pinocchio: They like me!

Stromboli: Mmm! 200! You are sensational!

Pinocchio: You mean, I’m good?

Stromboli: Ahhh! 300! You are colossal!

Pinocchio: Does that mean I’m an actor?

Stromboli: Sure! I will push you in the public’s eye your face, she will be on everybody’s tongue.

Pinocchio: Will she?

Stromboli: Ye--- uh? (he takes a fake coin) what’s this? (grumbling and muttering in Italian</u> Ahhh! he takes the coin and gives to Pinocchio)For you my little Pinocchio.

Pinocchio: For me? Gee, thanks! I’ll run right home and tell my father.

Stromboli: (coughing) Home? Oh sure. Going home to your father. Oh, ha-ha-ha. Oh that is very “comeecal”

Pinocchio: You mean it’s funny?

Stromboli: Ah, ha-ha-ha Sure! Yes.

Pinocchio: I’ll be back in the morning.

Stromboli: Be back in the morning! (mumbling) Going home? (Pinocchio laughs thinking he has said something funny but Stromboli puts him in a bird cage) There, this will be your home where I can find you always!

Pinocchio: No, no, no!

Stromboli: Yes, yes, yes! To me… you are belonging. We will tour the world. Paris, London, Monte Carlo, “Constantinopolee”…

Pinocchio: No, no!

Stromboli: Yes! We start tonight! Mmmm. You will make lots of money… for me! And when you are growing much too old you will make good firewood! (laughs as he tosses an axe on a discarded puppet)

Pinocchio: Let me outta here! I can’t be here, you can’t keep me!

Stromboli: Quiet! Shut up! Before I knock-a you silly! (now sweetly) Good night, my little wooden gold mine. Ha-ha-ha (he slams the door)

Pinocchio: Jiminy! Oh Jiminy! (whistles as the carriage starts moving and it begins thundering) Jiminy, where are you? (whistle) Jiminy Cricket! (sobbing)

(Not too far away Jiminy Cricket’s still thinking in Pinocchio as the storm continues...)

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? (he runs after the carriage) Pinocchio! Pinocchio! It’s me! Your old friend, Jiminy Cricket!

Pinocchio: Jiminy! Gee, I’m glad to see ya!

Jiminy Cricket: Pinocchio, what’s happened? What did he do to ya?

Pinocchio: Oh, he was mad. He said he was gonna push my face in everybody’s eye.

Jiminy Cricket: Yeah?

Pinocchio: And just ‘cause I’m a goldbrick he’s gonna chop me into firewood!

Jiminy Cricket: Oh, is that so? Now don’t you worry, son. I’ll have you outta here in no time at all. (he climbs intop the padlock) Why this is just as easy as rolling off a… umph! (clanking) Kinda rusty. Needs a little oil.

Jiminy's Echo: Needs a little oil… Needs a little oil…

Jiminy Cricket: That’s what I said. (the spring sends him flying out of the lock) Woo-hoo-hoo! Must be one of the old models.

Pinocchio: You mean you can’t open it?

Jiminy Cricket: Yeah. Looks pretty hopeless. It’ll take a miracle to get us outta here.

Pinocchio: Gee.

(Meanwhile Geppetto continues looking for Pinocchio in the rain.)

Geppetto: Pinocchio? Pinocchio!

Stromboli: Giddy up! (mumbling)

Geppetto: Pinocch---(he has been so close to Pinocchio but he doesn’t know; thunder and lightning sound before he shouts "Pinocchio!")

(Inside the carriage.)

Jiminy Cricket: A fine conscience I turned out to be.

Pinocchio: (crying) I should've listened to you, Jiminy.

Jiminy Cricket: No, it was my fault. I shouldn’t have walked out on you.

Pinocchio: Guess I’ll never see my father again.

Jiminy Cricket: Oh, buck up, son. It could be worse. Be cheerful… like me! Aw, take it easy son. Come on, blow. Atta boy. Oh well, it stopped raining anyway. Hey, that star again! The lady! The Fairy! (the star shines through the clouds)

Pinocchio: What’ll she say? What’ll I tell her?

Jiminy Cricket: You might tell her the truth.

Blue Fairy: Why, Pinocchio!

Pinocchio: Uh… hello!

Blue Fairy: Sir Jiminy!

Jiminy Cricket: Well! Excuse me. This is a pleasant surprise! Ha-ha!

Blue Fairy: Pinocchio, why didn’t you go to school?

Pinocchio: School? Well I… (hesitates)

Jiminy Cricket: Go ahead, tell her.

Pinocchio: I was going to school ‘til I met somebody.

Blue Fairy: Met somebody?

Pinocchio: Yeah. Two big monsters! With big green eyes (his nose begins to grow) Why I…

Blue Fairy: Monsters? Weren’t you afraid?

Pinocchio: No ma’am, but they tied me in a big sack.

Blue Fairy: You don’t say! (Pinocchio nods) And where was Sir Jiminy?

Pinocchio: Uh? Jiminy?

Jiminy Cricket: Psst. Leave outta this.

Pinocchio: (the more he embroideries his adventures, the more his nose grows)</u> They put him in a little sack.

Blue Fairy: No!

Pinocchio: Yeah!

Blue Fairy: How did you escape?

Pinocchio: I didn’t. They chopped me into firewood! (now his nose is so long it resembles a tree branch with three birds!) Oh, oh! Look! My nose! What’s happened?

Blue Fairy: Perhaps you haven’t been telling the truth, Pinocchio.

Jiminy Cricket: Perhaps?

Pinocchio: Oh, but I have! Every single word! Oh please help me! I’m awful sorry.

Blue Fairy: You see, Pinocchio, a lie keeps growing and growing until it’s as plain as the nose on your face.

Jiminy Cricket: She’s right Pinoke, you better come clean.

Pinocchio: I’ll never lie again, honest. I won’t.

Jiminy Cricket: Please Your Honor, uh, I mean… Miss Fairy. Give him another chance for my sake. Will ya? Huh?

Blue Fairy: I’ll forgive you this once, but remember, a boy who won’t be good might just as web be made of wood.

Pinocchio & Jiminy Cricket: We’ll be good, won’t we?

Blue Fairy: Very well, but this is the last time I can help you (she touches the cage with her wand and Pinocchio is free, with his nose back to normal)

Pinocchio: Gee, look, Jiminy! My nose!

Jiminy Cricket: Hey, we’re free. Come on, Pinoke.

Stromboli: I buy-a new suit
And I swuing-a the cane
I eat-a the fish
And I drink-a champagne

Jiminy Cricket: Toodle-ooo, Stromboli.

Pinocchio:Goodbye Mr. Stromboli!

Jiminy Cricket: Shhh! Quiet! Let’s get outta here before something else happens.

(The Red Lobster Inn. Honest John and Gideon are relating their business with Stromboli, as they and the Coachman smoke, drink beer and also sing the reprise of Hi-Diddle-Dee-Dee.)

Honest John: Hi-diddle-dee-dee
and actor's life for me
a high silk hat and silver cane
a watch of gold with a diamond chain

and actor's life is gay
it's great to be a celebrity
an actor's life for me
Ha-ha-ha and the dummy fell for it. Ha ha! Hook, line and sinker! Ho-ho-ha ha!

Gideon: (smoking a cigar, dunks a smoke ring into his beer like a donut)Hiccup!

Honest John: And he still thinks we’re his friends! Ha ha ha! And did Stromboli pay! Plenty! (wicked laugh) That shows you how low Honest John will stoop, eh Giddy?

Gideon: Hicc-lup! (his hiccup makes a mess of beer all around him</u>

Honest John: Now, Coachman, what’s your proposition?

Coachman: Well, how would you blokes like to make some real money?

Honest John: Well… and who do we have to, eh… (making the signal of cutting a head off)

Coachman: No! Nothing like that. You see … (whispering) I’m collecting stupid little boys (he peers around to make sure he’s not been overheard)

Honest John: Stupid little boys?

Coachman: You know, the disobedient ones that play hooky from school.

Honest John: Ooh!

Coachman: And you see… (whispering)

Honest John: Yes…

Coachman: … and I takes ‘em to Pleasure Island.

Honest John: Ah, Pleasure Island! Pleasure Island? But the law, suppose they…

Coachman: No, no. There is no risk! They never come back…. As BOYS! (he shows a devilish face and evilly laughs, scaring Honest John and Gideon) Now, I’ve got a coach load leaving at midnight. We’ll met at the crossroads and no double crossing!

Honest John: No sir!

Coachman: Scout around. Any good prospects you find, bring ‘em to me.

Honest John: Yes chief.

Coachman: I’ll pay you well. I got plenty of gold.

Honest John: Yes, yes.

Pinocchio: (walking down the street)No sir, nothing can stop me. I’ll make good this time.

Jiminy Cricket: You’d better.

Pinocchio: I will, I’m going to school.

Jiminy Cricket: That’s the stuff, Pinoke.

Pinocchio: I’d rather be smart than be an actor.

Jiminy Cricket: Now you’re talkin’! Come on slowpoke, I’ll race ya home!

(In the race, Pinocchio meets again Honest John and Gideon, but now with a new offer…)

Honest John: Well, well Pinocchio. What’s your rush?

Pinocchio: I gotta beat Jiminy home. Oh hello.

Honest John: Well, how is the great actor?

Pinocchio: I don’t want to be an actor. Stromboli was terrible!

Honest John: He was?

Pinocchio: Yes, he locked me in a bird cage.

Honest John: He did?

Pinocchio: Uh-huh, but I learned my lesson, I’m going---

Honest John: Oh you poor, poor boy. You must be a nervous wreck. That’s it! You are a nervous wreck. Ahem. We must diagnose this case at once. (To Gideon) Quick, Doctor, your notebook. Bless my soul. (checks Pinocchio's arm) Mmm! Mmm-Hmmm! My, my, just as I thought. A slight touch of monetary complications with bucolic semi-lunar contraptions of the flying trapezes. (checks his tongue) Mm-hmm! Say hippopotamus.

Pinocchio: Hi-ho-hotamus.

Honest John: I knew it! Compound transmission of the pandemonium with percussion and spasmodic frantic disintegration! Close your eyes. What do you see?

Pinocchio: Nothing.

Honest John: Open them. (holds a red polka-dot cloth in front of him) Now what do you see?

Pinocchio: Spots!

Honest John: Ha-ha! Now that heart beating Ooo! My goodness! A palpitating syncopation of the killer diller with a wicky wacky stomping of the floy joy! Quick Doctor, that report. Oh! This makes it perfectly clear. My boy, you are allergic.

Pinocchio: Allergic?

Honest John: Yes! And there is only one cure. A vacation… on pleasure Island!

Pinocchio: Pleasure Island?

Honest John: Yes. The happy land of carefree boys where every day is a holiday.

Pinocchio: But I can’t go, I---

Honest John: Why, of course, you can go. I’m giving you my ticket. Here. (it's an ace card)

Pinocchio: Thanks! But I’m---

Honest John: Oh tut-tut-tut-tut, I insist. Your health comes first. Come, the coach departs at midnight. Hi-diddle dee dee
It’s Pleasure Isle for me
Where everyday is holiday
And kids have nothing
To do but play

Jiminy Cricket: Pinoke? Oh Pinoke? Now where do you suppose he--- Huh? Pinocchio! Hey, come back!

(To the Pleasure Island, as Pinocchio joins a bunch of rowdy boys on a coach...)

Lampwick: Giddy up!

Jiminy Cricket: (coughing as he rides in the undercarriage...) Well, here we go again.

Lampwick: My name’s Lampwick. What’s yours?

Pinocchio: Pinocchio.

Lampwick: Ever been to Pleasure Island?

Pinocchio: Uh-uh, but Mr. Honest John gave me---

Lampwick: Me neither, but they say it’s a swell joint; no school, no cops. You can tear the joint apart and nobody says a word.

Pinocchio: Honest John gave me---

Lampwick: Loaf around, plenty to eat, plenty to drink. And it’s all free!

Pinocchio: Honest John---

Lampwick: Boy that’s the place. I can hardly wait!

(The coach gets onto a boat, and soon they arrive on the Island, with carnival rides and attractions galore...)

Food Barker: Right here, boys! Right here. Get your cake, pie, dill pickles and ice cream. Eat all you can. Be a glutton. Stuff yourselves. It’s all free, boys, it's all free. Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!

Big Animatronic Rough House Man: The rough house, the rough house. It’s the roughest toughest joint ya ever seen. Come in and pick a fight, boys. (boys rush into the tent and fight each other; Pinocchio (with a pie and ice cream cone) and Lampwick (eating a chicken) observe...)

Lampwick: Oh boy, a scrap! Come on. Let’s go in and poke somebody in the nose.

Pinocchio: Why?

Lampwick: Just for the fun of it.

Pinocchio: Okay, Lampy. (they go in, Pinocchio imitating Lampwick's walk...)</u>

Tobacco Row Barker: Tobacco Row, Tobacco Row. Get your cigars, cigarettes and chewin’ tobacco. Come in and smoke your heads off! There’s nobody here to stop you!

Jiminy Cricket: Pinocchio? (coughing and trying to avoid being stomped on) Pinocchio! There’s something phony about all this. I gotta get him outta here!

Model Home Barker: Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry! See the model home. It’s open for destruction and it’s all yours boys, it's all yours! (kids are wrecking everything on the model home in sight)

Lampwick: (strikes a match on the Mona Lisa and lights a cigar) What did I tell ya? Ain’t this a swell joint?

Pinocchio: Yeah! Being bad’s a lot of fun, ain’t it?

Lampwick: Yeah, uh-huh. Get a load of that stained-glass window. (smashes it with a brick)

Coachman: All right now. Hop to it you blokes (whip cracking) Come on! Come on! Shut the doors and lock ‘em tight. (two dark-looking people shut the big gates) Now get below and get them crates ready. Give a bad boy enough rope and he’ll soon make a jackass (jackamule) of himself (wicked laugh).

(Later, everything is run down and no one else is stirring but Jiminy Cricket...)

Jiminy Cricket: Pinocchio! Pinocchio? (whistle) Where is everybody? The place is like a graveyard. I don’t like the looks of this. Pinocchio! Hey, where are you?

Pinocchio: (he and Lampwick are playing pool and smoking cigars... )Where do you suppose all the kids went to, Lampwick?

Lampwick: They’re around here, somewhere's. What do you care? You’re havin’ a good time, ain’t ya?

Pinocchio: Uh-huh, I sure am.

Lampwick: Oh boy! This is life, huh, Pinoky?

Pinocchio: Yeah! It sure is! (he puffs on his cigar)

Lampwick: Ah, you smoke like me grandmother! Come on, take a big drag, like this! (inhales deeply on his cigar)

Pinocchio: Okay Lampy! (he takes a really huge drag on his cigar, turns red, swallows, and then turns green)

Lampwick: Hey, some fun, huh, kid? (Pinocchio nods nauseously) Okay, slats, your shot. (Pinocchio climbs onto the pool table and tries to aim at the 8-ball, the cigar still in his mouth. Because of being sick, everything looks warbly from his view. Jiminy enters...) What’s the matter slats? Losing your grip?

Jiminy Cricket: (seriously shouting at him) Oh! So this is where I find you! How do you ever expect to be a mad boy? Look at yourself… smoking, playing pool! (kicks the 8-ball angrily) Oww! You’re comin’ right home with me, this minute!

Lampwick: Hey… who’s the beetle? (picks up Jiminy)

Jiminy Cricket: Let go! Put me down! (muffled by his jacket) Uh, let me out!

Pinocchio: He’s my conscience! He tells me what’s right and wrong.

Lampwick: What? You mean to tell me you take orders from a grasshopper?

Jiminy Cricket: (confronting Lampwick for calling him a grasshopper) Grasshopper? Look here, you impudent young pup! It wouldn’t hurt you to take orders from your grasshop--- your conscience, if you have one. (stands on the 8-ball)

Lampwick: Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure. Screwball in the corner pocket. (sends Jiminy and the 8-ball into a pocket)

Jiminy Cricket: (tumbles, then manages to avoid being hit by the other balls) Woo-hoo-oo.

Lampwick: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Jiminy Cricket: (angrily losing his temper) Why, why--- ya young hoodlum! I’ll knock your block off! (takes his jacket off and prepares to do battle) I’ll take you apart and---

Pinocchio: Oh don’t hurt him, Jiminy. He’s my best friend.

Jiminy Cricket: Why, I’ll--- your best friend? And what am I? Just your conscience! Okay. That settles it!

Pinocchio: But Jiminy?

Jiminy Cricket: (squishes his hat and wears his jacket backward, putting his foot down) You buttered your bread, now sleep in it! (he falls into a pool pocket again, and winds up on the floor; Lampwick laughs at him) Ha ha ha! Go on, laugh. Make a jackass (jackamule) outta yourself. I’m through! This is the end!

Pinocchio: But Jiminy? Lampwick says a guy only lives once.

Jiminy Cricket: (with his grumpy look) Lampwick…. Hmph!

Lampwick: Come on, come on. Let him go. (gets some beer)

Jiminy Cricket: (storming through the park up to the gates) Lampwick…. Hmph! Lampwick! It’s burns me up. After all I tried to do for him. Who’s his conscience anyway? Me or that hoodlum, Lampwick? I’ve had enough of this. I’m taking the next boat outta here. Open up that door! I wanna go home!

(Another part of Pleasure Island)

Donkeys: Hee-haw! Hee-haw!

Coachman: Come on, you blokes, keep ‘em moving! (he and his minions are loading some donkeys into crates) Lively there now. We haven’t got all night.

Jiminy Cricket: Where’d all the donkeys come from?

Coachman: Come on, come on. Let’s have another. (one of his slaves brings out a frightened donkey out toward him) And what's your name?

Donkey 1: Haw-hee!

Coachman: Okay, you’ll do! (rips the clothes of the donkey and throws him into a crate with five other donkeys) In you go! You boys’ll bring a nice price! (cackles evilly) All right. Next! And what might your name be?

Alexander: Alexander.

Coachman: Hmmm, so you can talk!

Alexander:Yes sir. I wanna go home to my mama!

Coachman: Take him back! He can still talk! (throws Alexander into a pen with six other donkeys)

Alexander:Please, please. I don't wanna be a donkey. Let me out of here!

Donkeys: (all protest in unison)

Coachman: (yelling) Quiet! You boys have had your fun. Now, pay for it.

Jiminy Cricket: Boys? So that’s what…. Pinocchio! (dashes off)

Lampwick: Huh! To hear that beetle talk… you’d think somethin’ was gonna happen to us (first appear two donkey’s ears appear on Lampwick's head) Conscience! Aw, phooey! (then a tail pops out of his pants) Where’s he get that stuff? How do you ever expect to be a real boy? What’s he think I look like? (Now his head is a donkey’s one) A jackass? (jackamule?)

Pinocchio: You sure do! Ha-ha ha, haw, hee-haw!

Lampwick: Hey, you laugh like a donkey. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-Hee-haw! Did that come outta me? (Pinocchio nods) Oh! Huh? What the---? What’s going on? (he takes a look in the mirror and screams in terror) Yaaaaghhh! I’ve been double-crossed! Help! Help! Somebody, help! I’ve been framed! Help! Please, you gotta help me. Oh, be a pal. Call that beetle. Call anybody! (Pinocchio gasps and backs away as Lampwick's hands let go and are now hooves) Mama?! Maaaaaamaaaaaaaa! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! Hee-haw! (Now he’s a real donkey)

Pinocchio:(He has donkey’s ears) Oh! What’s happened?

Jiminy Cricket: I hope I’m not too late.

Pinocchio: What’ll I do?! (He has a tail too, grabs it, and gasps)

Jiminy Cricket: Pinocchio!

Pinocchio:Jiminy! Oh Jiminy help!

Jiminy Cricket: Pinoke, the kids, the boys, they’re all donkeys! Oh, you too! Come on, quick! Before you get any worse. This way Pinoke. It’s the only way out! Hurry up… before they see us! You gotta jump! (they leave the island, jump into the ocean and arrive on homeland)

Pinocchio:Jiminy? Jiminy? You all right?

Jiminy Cricket: Sure (coughs) I thought we’d never make it. Certainly feels good to be back on dry land. Come on, let’s get home. (they arrive, but it's empty)

Pinocchio: Father, I’m home!

Jiminy Cricket: We’re home, Mr. Geppetto! Home again!

Pinocchio:It’s me, Pinocchio! I’m going to stay (tries ringing the doorbell)

Jiminy Cricket: Here he is, Mr. Geppetto. Home at last! Hey, maybe he’s asleep.

Pinocchio:Father? Father, it’s me!

Jiminy Cricket: Pinoke, come here! (Pinocchio's Barefeet and toes wiggle in the window) Look! He ain’t here!

Pinocchio:He--- he’s gone.

Jiminy Cricket: Yeah, and Figaro.

Pinocchio:And Cleo too. Maybe something awful happened to him.

Jiminy Cricket: Don’t worry son. He probably hasn’t gone far (a magic dove gives ‘em a letter) Hey! It’s a message!

Pinocchio:What’s it say?

Jiminy Cricket: It’s about your father.

Pinocchio:Where is he?

Jiminy Cricket: Why, uh, uh, it says here he, he went looking for you and was swallowed by a whale.

Pinocchio: Swallowed by a whale?

Jiminy Cricket: Yeah, uh-huh. A whale! A whale named Monstro! But wait! He’s alive!

Pinocchio: Alive! Where?

Jiminy Cricket: Inside the whale at the bottom of the sea.

Pinocchio: Bottom of the sea?

Jiminy Cricket: Uh-huh. Hey, where you going?

Pinocchio: I’m going to find him.

Jiminy Cricket: Pinoke, are you crazy? Don’t you realize he’s in a whale?

Pinocchio: I’ve gotta go to him.

Jiminy Cricket: Hey, Pinoke, wait! Listen, here, son! This Monstro I’ve heard of him. He’s a whale of a whale! He swallows whole ships. Tie it good and tight now. And besides, it’s dangerous, why I…

Pinocchio: Bye, Mr.

Jiminy Cricket: Goodbye? I may be live bait down there, but I’m with ya. Come on… let’s go. (they jump off the ledge into the ocean)LOOK OUT BELOOOOOOW! (now they are underwater) Gangway, down there.

To be continued.



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