Hellooo....
Ooh, what a charming little item you are. (Holds out hand) May I? (Raps Pinocchio's head, makes a hollow thud) Ooh... empty as a witch's dowry. Ooh, look how smoothly his arms move. (Geppetto comes up)
Now Pinocchio, don't do that again. (To the thieves) Er, excuse me, but don't you two have a pushcart or something to rob?
Uh, we've already done that. (Felinet glares at him)
Come on Pinocchio. I don't want you doing that again.
Oh but Geppetto darling, we were just playing with him.
He'll play with his own sort, thank you.
Come on son. Don't ever do that again.
He's a puppet, fur-face. He's going to be worth a fortune...and I know exactly where to cash him in! (Both giggle)
Don't worry, son! I'll get your ball back! (Felinet glances at Pinocchio's ball, realizes who it belongs to, and runs off, tossing the ball at Volpe) (Boy and his father round the corner, boy points at Volpe, who is foolishly holding the ball)
Take my kid's ball, would you?? (Punches Volpe viciously)
