* 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 ofthe blue
* Fate steps in and sees you through
* When you wish upon a star
* Your dreams
* Come true *
Pretty, huh?
I'II bet a Iot of you foIks don't beIieve that,
about a wish coming true, do you?
WeII, I didn't either.
Of course, I'm just a cricket singing my way from hearth to hearth,
but Iet me teII you what made me change my mind.
One night a Iong time... ahem.
Pardon me. Wait'II I fix this thing.
There.
One night a Iong time ago,
my traveIs took me to a quaint IittIe viIIage.
It was a beautiful night.
The stars were shining like diamonds,
high above the roofs ofthat 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 ofwood.
And cute little music boxes, each one a work of art.
And shelf after shelf oftoys and...
And then something else caught my eye.
A puppet!
You know, one of those marionette things, all strings and joints.
[chuckIe]
Cute IittIe feIIow.
Ding, ding. Going up?
Good piece ofwood too.
[man] WeII, now,
- it won't take much Ionger. - [meowing]
Just a IittIe more paint and he's aII finished.
I think he'II be aII right.
- Don't you, Figaro? - [purring]
[humming]
Ahh! Beg pardon.
[cIears throat]
See? [chuckIes]
That makes a big difference.
Ver-r-r-y good.
Very, very good.
WeII, you can't pIease everybody.
Now I have just the name for you.
Pinocchio!
Do you Iike it, Figaro?
No? You do, don't you, CIeo?
WeII, we'II Ieave it to IittIe woodenhead.
You Iike it?
[guffaws] That settIes it!
Pinocchio it is!
Come on, now, we'II try you out.
Music, Professor!
[taps]
[upbeat tune]
Hey! Ouch, ouch! Take it easy there!
Oh, break it up, wiII you?
Whew! Lotta down beats in there.
[man humming]
* Little woodenhead go play your part
* Bring a little joy 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 gracefuI!
* My little woodenhead
[tooting]
[man humming]
[imitating trombone]
CIeo, meet Pinocchio.
Say, "How do you do?"
[chuckIes]
Say heIIo to Figaro.
Oops! Oh-ho-ho! Up to mischief aIready.
You see what happens?
[music sIowing]
[music stops]
Boo! [chuckIing]
Up we go!
- [meowing] - Ah, you're a cute IittIe feIIow.
[purring]
And that smile! You know, I...
[meowing]
You rascaI! JeaIous, huh?
You know, Pinocchio,
I think Figaro is jeaIous of you.
Don't worry, Figaro. I sti...
- [cIocks chiming] - Uh-oh.
[quacking]
[buzzing]
- Cuckoo, cuckoo. - Cuckoo, cuckoo.
GobbIe, gobbIe. GobbIe, gobbIe.
[peeping]
[hiccupping]
[crying]
I wonder what time it is?
It's getting Iate.
Come now. We go to bed.
Good night, Pinocchio.
LittIe funny face.
[yawns]
Good night, CIeo, my IittIe water baby.
[chuckIes]
Figaro?
You say good night too.
Go on!
Now go to sIeep, my IittIe mermaid.
Good night.
Oh hum.
This is my idea of comfort.
SoIid comfort.
[purring]
[chuckIes] Look at him, Figaro.
He aImost Iooks aIive!
WouIdn't it be nice if he was a reaI boy?
Oh, weII.
Come on. We go to sIeep.
Ah, Figaro.
I forgot to open the window.
Oh, Figaro! Look, Iook, the wishing star!
Star Iight, 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 wished?
I wished that my IittIe Pinocchio
might be a reaI boy.
WouIdn't that be nice? Just think.
A real boy.
A very lovely thought, but not at aII practicaI.
A real...
...boy.
[snoring]
[cIocks ticking]
[snoring, cIocks ticking]
Quiet!
[ticking stops]
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.
LittIe puppet made of pine, wake.
The gift of Iife is thine.
Whew! What they can't do these days.
I can move!
I can taIk!
[chuckIes]
I can waIk!
- Yes, Pinocchio, I've given you Iife. - 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 yourseIf brave, truthfuI and unseIfish,
- and someday you wiII be a reaI boy. - A reaI boy!
That won't be easy.
You must Iearn to choose between right and wrong.
Right and wrong? But how wiII I know?
- How'II he know! - Your conscience wiII teII you.
- What are conscience? - What are conscience! I'II teII ya!
A conscience is that still, small voice that peopIe won't Iisten to.
That's just the troubIe with the world today.
- Are you my conscience? - Who, me?
WouId you Iike to be Pinocchio's conscience?
WeII...
uh, I, I...
Uh-huh.
[chuckIes] Very weII. What is your name?
Oh, Cricket's the name. Jiminy Cricket.
- KneeI, Mr Cricket. - Huh?
No tricks now.
I dub you Pinocchio's conscience.
Lord high keeper of the knowIedge of right and wrong,
counseIIor in moments of temptation
and guide aIong the straight and narrow path.
Arise, Sir Jiminy Cricket.
WeII! Ho-ho-ho! My, my!
Mmm! Say, that's pretty sweII.
Gee, thanks!
But, uh, don't I get a badge or somethin'?
WeII, we'II see.
- You mean, maybe I wiII? - I shouIdn't wonder.
- Make it a goId one? - Maybe.
Now remember, Pinocchio, be a good boy.
And always let your conscience be your guide.
Good-bye, miIady.
Good-bye.
[humming]
Not bad, says I.
Oh, yeah! Ho-ho-ho! Almost forgot about you.
WeII, Pinoke... [cIears throat]
Maybe you and I had better have a IittIe heart-to-heart taIk.
Why?
WeII, you want to be a reaI boy, don't you?
Uh-huh.
All right, sit down, son.
Now, you see,
- the worId is fuII of temptations. - Temptations?
Yep! Temptations.
They're the wrong things that seem right at the time,
but, uh, even though the right things may seem wrong sometimes,
sometimes the wrong things... [chuckIe]
...may be right at the wrong time, or vice versa.
Ahem. Understand?
Uh-uh.
But I'm gonna do right.
Attaboy, Pinoke, and I'm gonna help ya.
And anytime you need me, you know, just whistIe.
Like this. [whistIes]
Like this? [bIows air]
No, no. Try it again, Pinoke.
- Like this? [bIows air] - No, son.
Now Iisten! [whistIing]
- [whistIe] - That's it!
Come on, now. Let's sing it!
* When you get in trouble and you don't know right from wrong
* Give a little whistle [whistIe]
- * Give a little whistle - [whistIe]
* When you meet temptation and the urge is very strong
* Give a little whistle
- [bIows air] - * Give a little whistle
* Notjust a little squeak Pucker up and blow
- * And if your whistle's weak, yell - Jiminy Cricket?
* Take the straight and narrow path
* And if you start to slide give a little whistle
[strums]
- * Give a little whistle - [strums]
* And always let your conscience be your guide
[imitating trombone]
* Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
[saw whistIing]
[knocks]
[ringing]
* Take the straight and narrow path
* And if you start to slide
* Give a little whistle Yoo-hoo.
* Give a little whistle Woo-hoo!
* And always let your conscience be your guide
* And always let your conscience be your guide *
- Who is there? - It's me.
Ahhh! It's me.
Huh?
Shh, Figaro!
There's somebody in here.
- [meowing] - Shh!
CarefuI now, Figaro.
He might spring out on us at any time.
He's in here somewhere.
- Here I am! - [screeches]
[chiming]
- [meows] - Ohh!
Pinocchio!
How did you get down here?
- I feII down. - Oh, you did.
Ohh! You are taIking.
- Uh-huh. - No, no, no, no!
- Yes! And I can move too! - No, no, you can't!
I'm dreaming in my sIeep!
Oh, wake me up! Wake me up!
Now we see who's dreaming.
Go on... say something.
Gee, you're funny.
- Do it again! - You do taIk!
Yes! The bIue fairy came.
- The bIue fairy? - Uh-huh, and I got a conscience.
- A conscience! - And someday I'm gonna be a reaI boy.
A real boy! It's my wish, it's come true!
Figaro, Iook!
He's aIive, he can taIk! Say heIIo to Figaro.
HeIIo to Figaro.
[Geppetto] Oh, CIeo! I aImost forgot.
Look, it's Pinocchio!
She's my IittIe water baby. Isn't she cute?
[Pinocchio] Yeah, cute!
[Geppetto Iaughing]
This caIIs for a ceIebration!
Music!
You start one, Pinocchio.
* Tra-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la
[tooting]
[chirping]
Oh, boy. A party!
Mind if I cut in?
How 'bout sitting out the next one, babe, huh?
Whoops! Hey! Whoa!
Lemme out! Lemme out!
[humming]
Come, CIeo, join the party! Dance!
[humming]
Ooh, nice!
* Tra-la-la-la La-la-la-la
* Tra-la-la Gathering toys
* Tra-la-la For my little boy
* Tra-la-la, la-la-la *
Look... pretty!
Oh! HeIp!
- Ohh, where's the bucket? HeIp! Water! - [screeches]
- Water! - Here it is! I got it!
Here's water. Here's some water.
HeIp! Where's water?
That was cIose. Maybe we'd better go to bed
before something eIse happens.
[coughing]
[yawns]
LittIe man, you've had a busy night.
Now, cIose your eyes and go to sIeep.
Why?
Oh, everybody has to sIeep.
Figaro goes to sIeep, and CIeo.
And besides, tomorrow you've got to go to schooI.
Why?
Oh, to Iearn things...
...and get smart.
[Pinocchio] Why?
Ahh... because.
[Pinocchio] Oh.
[Iaughter]
[indistinct chattering]
Oh, Iook, Father. Look!
- Wait! Stand stiII now. - What are those?
Huh? Oh, those!
They are your schooImates, girIs and boys. Now get in.
- ReaI boys? - Yes!
But hurry now. Oh, wait, wait!
Here's an appIe for the teacher.
Now turn around and Iet me Iook you over.
[chuckIing]
Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah. Here.
Run aIong now.
[Geppetto] Ho-ho-ho, wait, wait.
Come back here, Figaro.
SchooI is not for you.
Good-bye, Father!
Good-bye, son. Hurry back.
* Tra-la-la-la La-la-la *
[Iaughing]
Ah, Gideon, listen. The merry Iaughter...
of IittIe innocent chiIdren wending their way to school.
Thirsty IittIe minds rushing to the fountain of knowIedge.
SchooI, a nobIe institution.
What wouId this stupid worId be without...
WeII, weII, weII! StromboIi!
So that oId rascaI's back in town, eh?
Remember, Giddy, the time I tied strings on you
and passed you off as a puppet?
We nearIy put one over on that oId gypsy that time!
[Iaughing]
A little wooden boy. Now, who...
A wooden boy!
Look, Giddy, Iook.
It's amazing.
A live puppet without strings.
A thing like that ought to be worth a fortune to someone.
Now Iet me see.
That's it! StromboIi!
Why, that oId faker would give his... Listen.
Ifwe pIay our cards right,
we'll be on easy street or my name isn't Honest John.
Quick! We'II head him off.
Shh! Now's our...
No, no, stupid.
- Don't be crude. - [hiccups]
Let me handIe this. Here he comes.
Ah, yes, Giddy, as I was saying to the duchess onIy yesterday...
Oh! Oh, how cIumsy of me!
My, my, my, my.
[Honest John] Oh, I'm terribIy sorry.
- I do hope you're not injured. - I'm aII right.
Ah, splendid!
WeII, weII. Quite a schoIar, I see.
Look, Giddy, a man of Ietters.
- Here's your book. - I'm going to schooI.
SchooI! Ah, yes.
Then you haven't heard of the easy road to success.
- Uh-uh. - No?
I'm speaking, my boy, of the theatre! Here's your appIe.
Bright Iights, music, appIause!
- Fame! - Fame?
Yes! And with that personaIity, that profiIe, that physique...
Why he's a naturaI born actor, eh, Giddy?
- But I'm going... - Straight to the top.
Why, I can see your name in Iights, Iights six feet high.
- Uh... what is your name? - Pinocchio.
Pinocchio! P-I-N-U-O... Uh...
[chuckIes]
We're wasting precious time.
Come. On to the theatre!
* Hi diddle dee dee An actor's life for me
* A high silk hat and a silver cane
* A watch of gold with a diamond chain
* Hi diddle de day An actor's life is gay
* It's great to be a celebrity
* An actor's life for me
* Ta dum diddle dee dum Ti dee um dee dum
* Ta dum diddle dee dum Ta dum ta dum
* Hi diddle de di Ta dee de dum ta dee
* Ta dum diddle dee dum Ta dum ta dum
* Hi diddle de dum An actor's life is fun *
Whew! Fine conscience I turned out to be!
Late the first day.
Oh, weII, he can't get in much troubIe between here and schooI.
- * Ta dum diddle dee dum Ta dum ta dum - Oh, boy, a parade!
* An actor's life for me
* Hi diddle de dee An actor's life for me
Huh?
* A waxed moustache and a beaver coat A pony cart and a billy goat
Why, it's... it's Pinoke! Hey, where you going?
* You wear your hair in a pompadour
-Wait! -* You ride around in a coach and four
- * You stop and buy out a candy store - HaIt!
- * An actor's life for me - HoId on there! Pinoke!
* Hi diddle dee dee An actor's life for me
* With clothes that come from the finest shop...
Hey!
- [whistIes] - What was that?
Oh, it's Jiminy! Whatcha doin' up there?
Huh? Who? Wh-What?
[Honest John] Jiminy? Up where?
Shh.
- You must be seeing things. - Oh, no, that's my conscience.
Now, now, now. Just caIm down.
Why, there's nothing up there to be afraid of.
[groaning]
[muffIed mumbIing]
Psst! [whistIe] Pinoke!
Psst. Pinoke?
Over here.
Oh, Jiminy, I'm gonna be an actor!
All right, son. Take it easy now.
- Remember what I said about temptation? - Uh-huh.
- WeII, that's him. - Oh, no, Jiminy.
- That's Mr Honest John! - Honest John?
[mumbIing]
Get me outta here!
Ohh!
All right then, here's what we'II teII 'em.
You can't go to the theatre. Say "Thank you just the same."
You're sorry, but you've got to go to schooI.
Mm-hmm.
[Honest John] Pinocchio?
Oh, Pinocchio! Woo-hoo.
Here they come, Pinoke. Now you teII 'em.
Woo-hoo!
Oh, IittIe boy! Ah, there you are!
Where were we? Ah, yes... on to the theatre!
- [Pinocchio] Good-bye, Jiminy! - Good-bye? Huh?
* Hi diddle dee dee An actor's life for me
- Pinoke, you can't go! - * A high silk hat and a silver cane
* A watch of gold with a diamond chain *
There he goes. What'II I do? I'II run and teII his father.
No, that'd be snitching. I'II go after him myseIf.
Ladies and gentIemen,
to concIude the performance of this great show,
StromboIi, 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 wiII absoIuteIy refuse to beIieve!
- [crowd murmuring] - WeII, Iooks Iike a seII-out.
Introducing the onIy marionette-a
who can a-sing and a-dance
absoIuteIy without the aids of a-strings.
I hope-a so. [speaks ItaIian]
The one... and onIy... Pinocchio!
- [appIause] - Hmph! What a buiId-up.
* I got no strings to hold me do...
[Iaughter]
Go ahead... make a fooI of yourseIf!
Then maybe you'II Iisten to your conscience.
[high-pitched squeaIing]
[muttering in ItaIian]
[Iaughter]
Cute kid. [ItaIian continues]
* I got no strings to hold me down
* To make me fret or make me frown
* I had strings but now I'm free
* There are no strings on me
* Heigh ho the merry-o
* That's the only way to be
* I want the world to know
* Nothing ever worries me I got no strings...
What I toId you, huh?
* They got strings but you can see
* There are no strings on me
[Iaughter, appIause]
[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 ci comme ça
* Your savoir faire is ooo-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!
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
- Hey! - Hey!
- * There are no strings on me * - [Iaughter]
[cheering]
Huh? They Iike him. He's a success.
Gosh! Maybe I was wrong.
WeII, guess he won't need me anymore.
What does an actor want with a conscience anyway?
[Geppetto] What couId have happened to him?
[sniffing]
Where couId he be at this hour?
I'd better go out again and Iook for him.
- [sniffing] - And remember,
nobody eats a bite untiI I find him.
[door cIoses]
[CIeo gurgIes]
[Stromboli] * I got-a 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-a no strings on me *
[guffawing]
- Bravo, Pinocchio! - They Iiked me!
Mmm! 200!
- You are sensationaI! - You mean, I'm good?
Ahhh! 300!
You are coIossaI!
Does that mean I'm an actor?
Sure! I wiII push you in the pubIic's eye.
Your face, she wiII be on everybody's tongue.
WiII she?
Ye... Huh?
What's this?
[muttering in ItaIian]
Ahhh!
For you, my IittIe Pinocchio.
For me? Gee, thanks!
I'II run right home and teII my father.
[coughing]
Home?
Oh, sure. Going home to your father.
Oh, that is very "comeecaI".
You mean, it's funny?
Oh, sure! Yes.
- I'II be back in the morning. - Be back in the morning!
[mumbIing in ItaIian] Going home?
[both guffawing]
There, this wiII be your home...
- Where I can find you aIways! - No, no, no!
Yes, yes, yes!
To me... you are beIonging.
We wiII tour the worId. Paris. London.
Monte CarIo. "ConstantinopoIee".
No, no!
Yes! We start tonight!
Mmmm!
You wiII make Iots of money... for me!
And when you are growing too old,
you wiII make good firewood!
[Iaughing]
Let me outta here. I gotta get out! You can't keep me!
Quiet! Shut up!
Before I knock-a you siIIy!
Good night,
my IittIe wooden goId mine.
[Iaughing]
No! No, wait!
Lemme out! I'II teII my father!
- [StromboIi] Hah! Giddy up! - [hoofbeats]
Get aIong there.
Jiminy!
Oh, Jiminy! [whistIes]
Jiminy, where are you? [whistIes]
- Jiminy Cricket! - [thundercIap]
[trembIing, sobbing]
WeII, there he goes.
Sitting in the Iap of Iuxury, the worId at his feet.
Oh, weII, I can aIways say "I knew him when."
I'II just go out of his Iife quietIy.
[thundercIap]
I wouId Iike to wish him Iuck though.
Sure! Why not?
Pinocchio?
Pinocchio!
It's me, your oId friend, Jiminy. Remember?
Jiminy! Gee, I'm gIad to see ya!
Pinocchio, what's happened?
What did he do to ya?
He was mad. He said he was gonna push my face in everybody's eye.
- Yeah? - And just 'cause I'm a goIdbrick,
he's gonna chop me into firewood!
Oh, is that so? Now, don't you worry, son.
I'II have you outta here in no time at aII.
Why, this is just as easy...
as roIIin' off a... umph!
[cIanking]
Kinda rusty.
[cIanking]
Needs a IittIe oiI.
[echo] Needs a IittIe oiI, needs a IittIe oiI.
That's what I said.
[squeaking]
- [cIicks] - Woo-hoo-hoo!
[chuckIes] Must be one of the oId modeIs.
You mean, you can't open it?
Yeah.
Looks pretty hopeIess.
It'II take a miracIe to get us outta here.
Gee.
- Pinocchio? - [thundercIap]
Pinocchio!
Giddy up! [mumbIing]
- Pinocch... - [thundercIap]
A fine conscience I turned out to be.
I shouIda Iistened to you, Jiminy.
No, it was my fauIt.
I shouIdn't have waIked out on you.
Guess I'II never see my father again.
[sniffs]
Oh, buck up, son. It couId be worse.
Be cheerfuI... Iike me!
[sobbing]
Aw, take it easy, son.
Come on, bIow.
Attaboy.
Oh, weII,
it stopped raining anyway.
Hey, that star again!
The Iady! The fairy!
What'II she say? What'II I teII her?
You might teII her the truth.
Why, Pinocchio!
Uh... heIIo!
- Sir Jiminy! - WeII!
This is a pIeasant surprise! Ha-ha.
Pinocchio, why didn't you go to schooI?
SchooI? WeII, I...
Go ahead, teII her.
I was going to schooI 'tiI I met somebody.
- [Fairy] Met somebody? - [Pinocchio] Yeah, two big monsters!
With big green eyes.
Why, I...
Monsters? Weren't you afraid?
No, ma'am. But they tied me in a big sack.
[Fairy] You don't say!
- And where was Sir Jiminy? - Huh? Oh, Jiminy?
Psst. Leave me outta this.
They put him in a IittIe sack.
- [Fairy] No! - [Pinocchio] Yeah!
- How did you escape? - I didn't.
They chopped me into firewood!
Oh, Iook, my nose! What's happened?
Perhaps you haven't been teIIing the truth, Pinocchio.
- Perhaps? - Oh, but I have! Every singIe word!
[whistIing]
Oh, pIease heIp me. I'm awfuI sorry.
You see, Pinocchio, a Iie keeps growing and growing...
untiI it's as pIain as the nose on your face.
She's right, Pinoke, you better come cIean.
I'II never Iie again, honest, I won't.
PIease, your honour, uh, I mean... Miss Fairy.
Give him another chance for my sake.
WiII ya? Huh?
I'II forgive you this once.
But remember, a boy who won't be good
mightjust as weII be made ofwood.
[together] We'II be good, won't we?
Very well, but this is the Iast time I can heIp you.
Gee, Iook, Jiminy! My nose!
Hey, we're free. Come on, Pinoke.
[Stromboli] * I buy-a new suit and I swing-a the cane
* I eat-a the fish and I drink-a champagne
* I got-a no strings on me *
ToodIe-ooo, StromboIi.
- Good-bye, Mr StromboIi. - Shh! Quiet!
Let's get outta here before something eIse happens.
[Honest John] * Hi diddle dee dee An actor's life for me
* A high silk hat and a silver cane
* A watch of gold with a diamond chain
* Hi diddle dee day An actor's life is gay
* It's great to be a celebrity
* An actor's life for me * [guffaws]
And the dummy fell for it. Ha-ha!
Hook, Iine and sinker! [Iaughing continues]
[hiccups]
[Honest John] And he still thinks we're his friends!
And did Stromboli pay!
PIenty!
[continues Iaughing]
That shows you how Iow Honest John wiII stoop.
Eh, Giddy?
[hiccups]
Now, Coachman...
What's your proposition?
WeII,
how wouId you bIokes Iike to make some reaI money?
WeII... and who do we have to, eh...
No, no!
Nothing Iike that.
You see...
I'm coIIecting stupid IittIe boys.
Stupid IittIe boys?
You know, the disobedient ones what play hooky from school.
Ohh!
And you see... [whispering]
Yes.
Oh!
...and I takes 'em to PIeasure IsIand!
Ah, Pleasure Island.
PIeasure IsIand? But the Iaw, suppose they...
No, no. There is no risk!
They never come back... as boys!
[guffawing]
Now I've got a coach Ioad Ieaving at midnight.
We'II meet at the crossroads and no doubIe-crossing!
- No, sir. - Scout around.
Any good prospects you find, bring 'em to me.
Yes, chief.
I'II pay you weII. I got pIenty of goId.
Yes, yes.
No, sir, nothing can stop me now. I'II make good this time.
- You'd better! - I wiII. I'm going to schooI.
That's the stuff, Pinoke.
I'd rather be smart than be an actor.
Now you're taIkin'! Come on, sIowpoke. I'II race ya home.
[Honest John] WeII, weII, Pinocchio, what's your rush?
I gotta beat Jiminy home. Oh, heIIo.
- WeII, how is the great actor? - I don't want to be an actor.
- StromboIi was terribIe! - He was?
Yeah, he Iocked me in a bird cage.
- He did? - Uh-huh, but I Iearned my Iesson.
I'm going...
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.
Quick, Doctor, your notebook.
[Honest John] BIess my souI.
Mmmmm! Mm-hmm!
My, my. Just as I thought.
A slight touch of monetary complications
with bucolic semi-lunar contraptions of the fIying trapezes.
Mm-hmm! Say hippopotamus.
- Hi-ho-hotamus. - I knew it!
Compound transmission of the pandemonium
with percussion and spasmodic frantic disintegration!
- CIose your eyes. What do you see? - Nothing.
- Open them. Now what do you see ? - Spots!
Ha-ha! Now that heart.
- [beating] - Ooh!
My goodness! A paIpitating syncopation of the kiIIer diIIer
with a wicky wacky stomping of the fIoy joy!
Quick, doctor, that report.
Oh! This makes it perfectIy cIear.
My boy,
you are aIIergic.
- AIIergic? - Yes! And there is onIy one cure.
- A vacation on PIeasure IsIand. - [Pinocchio] PIeasure IsIand?
Yes! That happy Iand of carefree boys
where every day is a holiday!
- But I can't go. I... - Why, of course you can go.
I'm giving you my ticket.
- Here. - Thanks! But I'm...
Oh, tut-tut-tut, I insist. Your heaIth comes first.
Come, the coach departs at midnight!
* Hi diddle dee dee It's Pleasure Isle for me
* Where every day is a holiday
* And kids have nothing to do but play *
Pinoke? Oh, Pinoke?
Now where do you suppose he... Huh?
Pinocchio! Hey, come back.
Giddy up.
[coughing]
WeII... [coughing]
...here we go again.
My name's Lampwick. What's yours?
Pinocchio.
Ever been to PIeasure IsIand?
Uh-uh. But Mr Honest John gave me...
Me neither, but they say it's a sweII joint. No schooI, no cops.
You can tear the joint apart and nobody says a word.
Honest John gave me...
Loaf around, pIenty to eat, pIenty to drink.
- And it's aII free! - Honest John...
Boy, that's the pIace. I can hardIy wait!
[boat whistIe toots]
[cheering]
[carnivaI music pIays]
[barker] Right here, boys! Right here.
Get your cake, pie, diII pickIes and ice cream.
Eat aII you can. Be a gIutton.
Stuff yourseIves. It's aII free, boys.
It's aII free. Hurry, hurry, hurry.
The rough house, the rough house.
It's the roughest, toughestjoint ya ever seen.
- Come in and pick a fight, boys. - Oh, boy, a scrap!
Let's go in and poke somebody in the nose.
- Why? - Ah, just for the fun of it.
OK, Lampy.
[barker] Tobacco Row. Get your cigars, cigarettes and chewin' tobacco.
Come in and smoke your heads off. There's nobody here to stop you.
Pinocchio? [coughing]
Pinocchio! There's something phony about aII this.
I gotta get him outta here!
[man] Hurry, hurry, hurry. See the modeI home.
It's open for destruction and it's aII yours, boys! She's aII yours.
What'd I teII ya? Ain't this a swell joint?
Yeah! Being bad's a Iot of fun, ain't it?
Yeah, uh-huh. Get a Ioad of that stained-gIass window.
All right, now. Hop to it, you blokes.
- [whip cracking] - Come on! Come on!
Shut the doors and Iock 'em tight.
Now get beIow and get them crates ready.
Give a bad boy enough rope and he'II soon make a jackass of himseIf.
[guffawing]
[Jiminy] Pinocchio!
Pinocchio?
[whistIe]
Where is everybody?
The pIace is Iike a graveyard.
I don't Iike the Iooks of this.
Pinocchio!
Hey, where are you?
[whistIing]
Where do you suppose aII the kids went to, Lampwick?
They're around here somewheres.
What do you care?
- You're havin' a good time, ain't ya? - Uh-huh, I sure am.
Oh, boy! This is the Iife, huh, Pinoky?
Yeah!
It sure is!
Ah, you smoke like me grandmother!
Come on, take a big drag Iike this.
OK, Lampy.
[hiccups]
[Lampwick] Heh, some fun, huh, kid?
OK, SIats, your shot.
[Lampwick] What's the matter, SIats? Losing your grip?
[Jiminy] Pinocchio!
So this is where I find you!
How do you ever expect to be a reaI boy?
Look at yourseIf... smoking, pIaying pooI!
Owww! You're comin' right home with me this minute!
Hey, who's the beetIe?
Let go! Put me down!
[muffIed] Let me out.
My conscience! TeIIs me what's right and wrong.
What?
You mean to teII me you take orders from a grasshopper?
Grasshopper? Look here, you impudent young pup!
It wouIdn't hurt you to take orders from your grasshop...
...your conscience, if you have one.
Yeah-yeah, sure. ScrewbaII in the corner pocket.
[yeIIs]
Woo-hoo-hoo!
[Iaughing]
Why, why... ya young hoodIum!
I'II knock your bIock off!
[Iaughing]
I'II take you apart and put you back together!
Don't hurt him. He's my best friend.
Why, I'II... Your best friend?
And what am I? Just your conscience!
OK, that settIes it!
- But, Jiminy... - You buttered your bread. SIeep in it!
[yeIIs]
[Iaughing]
Ha-ha-ha! Go on, Iaugh.
Make a jackass outta yourseIf. I'm through!
- This is the end. - [Pinocchio] But Jiminy...
- Lampwick says a guy onIy Iives once. - Lampwick... hmph!
Come on, come on. Let him go.
Lampwick... hmph! Lampwick!
It burns me up. After all I tried to do for him.
Who's his conscience, anyway? Me or that hoodIum, Lampwick?
I've had enough of this. I'm taking the next boat out of here.
Open up that door! I wanna go home.
[braying]
[coachman] Come on, you bIokes, keep 'em moving!
[Coachman] LiveIy there now. We haven't got aII night.
[braying continues]
Where'd aII the donkeys come from?
[Coachman] Come on, come on. Let's have another.
- And what's your name? - Hee-haw!
OK, you'II do! In you go!
[Coachman] You boys'II bring a nice price.
[Iaughs] AII right, next!
And what might your name be?
- AIexander. - Hmm.
So you can taIk!
Yes, sir. I wanna go home to my mama!
Take him back! He can stiII taIk!
PIease, pIease! I don't wanna be a donkey.
- Let me outta here! - Quiet!
You boys have had your fun. Now pay for it!
Boys? So that's what... Pinocchio!
Huh! To hear that beetIe taIk...
you'd think somethin' was gonna happen to us.
Conscience! Aw, phooey!
Where's he get that stuff?
How do you ever expect to be a reaI boy?
What's he think I Iook Iike?
- Ajackass? - You sure do!
[Iaughs]
Hee-haw, hee-haw!
Hey, you Iaugh Iike a donkey.
[guffaws]
Hee-haw! Did that come outta me?
Oh!
Huh?
What the... What's going on?
Aaah! I've been double-crossed!
HeIp! HeIp! Somebody, heIp!
I've been framed! HeIp!
PIease, you gotta heIp me. Be a paI.
CaII that beetIe. CaII anybody.
Mama?
Mama!
Hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw, hee-haw!
Oh! What's happened?
I hope I'm not too Iate.
What'II I do?
Pinocchio!
Jiminy! Oh, Jiminy, heIp!
Pinoke, the kids, the boys, they're aII donkeys!
Oh! You too.
Come on, quick! Before you get any worse.
This way, Pinoke. It's the onIy way out.
Hurry up before they see us.
You gotta jump!
Jiminy? Jiminy?
You aII right?
Sure! [cough]
I thought we'd never make it.
CertainIy feeIs good to be back on dry Iand.
Come on, Iet's get home.
- Father, Father, I'm home! - We're home, Mr Geppetto.
- It's me, Pinocchio! I'm home to stay. - [beII ringing]
Here he is, Mr Geppetto. Home at Iast.
Hey, maybe he's asIeep.
[Pinocchio] Father?
Father, it's me.
Pinoke, come here.
Look.
He ain't here.
[Pinocchio] He... He's gone.
[Jiminy] Yeah, and Figaro.
[Pinocchio] And CIeo too.
Maybe something awfuI happened to him.
Don't worry, son, he probabIy hasn't gone far.
Hey! It's a message.
- What's it say? - It's about your father.
- Where is he? - Why, uh, uh. It says here
he went Iooking for you and was swaIIowed by a whaIe.
- SwaIIowed by a whaIe? - Yeah, uh-huh.
A whale? A whale named Monstro.
- But wait, he's aIive. - AIive? Where?
Why, inside the whaIe at the bottom of the sea.
- Bottom of the sea? - Uh-huh.
- Hey, where you going? - I'm going to find him.
Pinoke, are you crazy?
- Don't you reaIise he's in a whaIe? - I've gotta go to him.
Hey, Pinoke, wait! Listen here, son...
But this Monstro, I've heard of him.
He's a whaIe of a whaIe! He swaIIows whoIe ships aIive!
Tie it good and tight now. And besides, it's dangerous.
- Bye, Jiminy. - Good-bye?
I may be Iive bait down there, but I'm with ya.
Come on... Iet's go.
[Jiminy] Look out beIow!
[gurgIing voice] Gangway, down there.
Gee! What a big pIace.
Come on, Jiminy.
All right. Soon as I take on some baIIast.
One side, sister.
WeII... so Iong.
Hmm. Put it in the wrong end.
Hmm! No more privacy than a goIdfish.
Ooo! ChiIIy.
Father?
Hey, Pinoke, wait for me!
Father?
Father!
Huh! He ain't my father.
Uh, Mr Geppetto!
Hey! What the...
Hey, Iet go! Run aIong, you IittIe... squirt.
What's the matter? Can't a feIIow... I was onIy...
We were onIy Iooking for Monstro.
That got 'em.
Father?
Oh! HeIIo.
[giggIing]
Oh!
Can you teII me where we can find Monstro, the whaIe?
Gee! They're scared.
Uh, pardon me, pearI,
are you acquainted with Monstro, the whale?
[sputtering]
Whoa, hoId it there.
Hmph!
Father?
One side there, son.
Come on, boys, break it up. Break it up now.
[whinnying]
[Jiminy] Hey! What the...
Whoa, quit shovin'. Don't crowd.
Take it easy there.
[giggIes]
- Whoa there. - [whinnies]
Steady there, NeIIie. Go ahead, Pinoke, ask them.
CouId any of you teII me where to find Monstro?
Whoa! Whoa, boy.
Sakes aIive.
Father?
- Father? - Mr Geppetto?
Not a bite for days.
[Geppetto] We can't hoId out much Ionger.
Ah... Ah... Ah-choo!
Ah-choo!
I never thought... [sniffs]
...it wouId end this way, Figaro.
Starving to death
in the beIIy of a whaIe.
My poor IittIe Pinocchio.
He was such a good boy.
It's hopeIess, Figaro.
There isn't a fish Ieft.
If the monster doesn't wake up soon,
I'm afraid we... we are done for.
Here they come!
Tuna! Oh, tuna fish!
Food! We'II eat! Here's a big one.
Keep them in there, Figaro.
Wait! Wait a minute! Have you seen...
Monstro!
Ohh! We gotta get outta here.
Woo-hoo-hoo! Come on, Pinoke. Don't wait for me!
Never saw so many!
Whoops! Ha-ha-ha-ha! Here's another one.
Enough for weeks!
Here's a big one.
Keep them in there, Figaro!
Hey, bIubber mouth, open up. I gotta get in there.
Looks Iike the Iast of them.
Here's a big one. OnIy a few Ieft.
We gotta work fast.
- Hey! - Here's another one.
Hey, Father!
- Father! - Don't bother me now, Pinocchio.
Pinocchio?
- Father! - Pinocchio, my son!
- Hey, Father, here I am. - Huh? Oh, oh, yes!
Pinocchio, my boy! I'm so happy to see you.
Me too, Father.
- Whoops. - Figaro! Ah, Figaro.
[Pinocchio] CIeo! Oh, CIeo!
- You're here too. - Yes!
- We're aII together again. - Ah-choo.
- Oh, you are soaking wet. - Yes, Father.
- You mustn't catch coId. - But I came to save you.
You know, you shouIdn't have come down here.
- But, Father. - But I'm awfuIIy gIad to see you.
Let me take your hat. Oh!
Pinocchio!
Wha... What's the matter?
Those ears!
Huh? Ears? Oh, these!
[chuckIe] Oh, that's nothing. I got a taiI too!
Hee-haw!
Pinocchio!
What's happened to you?
WeII, I...
- I, I... - Oh, never mind now.
OId Geppetto has his IittIe woodenhead.
Nothing eIse matters!
[Jiminy] I gotta get in! My paI's in there.
Come on, ya big moose! Open up, I teII ya!
- Hey! Cut it out. - [squawking]
Hey, beat it, you buzzards!
Get out? Oh, no, no, son.
I have tried every way. Why, I even buiIt a raft.
- A raft? That's it! - Huh?
We'II take the raft and when the whaIe opens his mouth...
No, no, no, no. Now, Iisten, son.
He onIy opens his mouth when he's eating.
Then everything comes in, nothing goes out.
- Oh. - It's hopeIess, Pinocchio.
Come, we make a nice fire and we cook some of the fish.
A fire! That's it!
Yes! And then we'II aII eat again.
- A great big fire! Lots of smoke. - Smoke? Oh, yes, sure.
- Smoked fish wiII taste good. - Quick, some wood.
Pinocchio, not the chair.
- Hurry, Father, more wood! - What'II we sit on?
We won't need it. We're getting out!
Getting out? But how?
- We'II make him sneeze! - Make him sneeze? Oh!
[Geppetto] That wiII make him mad!
[sniffing]
Ah...
Ah... Ah...
WeII, it's about time!
- It won't work. - Hurry, Father.
CIimb aboard.
- We'II never get by those teeth! - Yes, we wiII!
Hey, which way you going? Wait for me!
Hang on. Here we go!
[sneezes]
Gesundheit.
- We're going back! - No, we'II make it. Faster, faster.
[Geppetto] It's no use. We're done for!
[sneezes]
We made it!
[roaring]
Look! Now he is mad!
I toId you he'd be furious!
- He's gone. - Where'd he go?
Look out!
Hang on!
[roars]
He's coming back. Hurry!
He's trying to kiII us! PaddIe, son!
Let's go back!
Look out!
Jump!
Father? Father?
Oh, Father!
Pinocchio, swim for shore. Swim for shore.
Hang on, Father.
Save... yourseIf.
[gasping]
Pinocchio... save yourseIf.
Don't mind me, son.
Save yourseIf... Pinocchio.
Pinocchio?
Oh, Pinocchio!
Pinocchi...
[crying]
[whispering] My boy!
My brave IittIe boy.
[Fairy] Prove yourself brave, truthful and unselfish
and someday you will be a real boy.
Awake, Pinocchio.
Awake.
Father, whatcha cryin' for?
Because... you're dead, Pinocchio.
No! No, I'm not!
Yes, yes you are. Now Iie down.
But, Father, I'm aIive. See?
And I'm...
I'm... I'm reaI! I'm a reaI boy!
You're aIive and... and you are a reaI boy!
Yea! Whoopie!
A real live boy. Ha-ha.
This caIIs for a ceIebration!
[chiming]
[Geppetto] Professor, Iots of music!
WeII! This is practicaIIy where I came in.
Thank you, miIady.
He deserved to be a reaI boy.
It sure was nice of you to...
Huh? Wha... Wh...
WeII, I'II be!
[chuckIing] My, my!
SoIid goId too.
Oh, I think it's sweII!
* When your heart is in your dream
* No request
* Is too extreme
* When you wish
* Upon a star
* Your dreams come true
* You'll find your dreams come true *