[about Pinocchio]
Well, there he goes. Sitting in the lap of luxury with the world at his feet. Oh, well. I can always say that I knew him when I met him. I'll just get out of his life quietly. But I would like to wish him luck, though. Sure. Why not? [enters Stromboli's wagon, and then looks for Pinocchio] Pinocchio? Pinocchio? It's me. Your old friend, Jiminy. Remember?
Jiminy! Gee, I'm glad to see you! [sheds a tear]
Pinocchio! [runs to the birdcage] What's happened? [hops up onto the birdcage] What did he do to you?
[explains to Jiminy about Stromboli]
Oh, he was mad! He said that he's gonna push my face into everybody's eyes!
Oh, yeah?!
And.... And just because I'm a gold brick, he.... he's gonna chop me into firewood!
Oh, is that so? [Pinocchio nods] Now, don't you worry, son. I'll have you out of here in no time at all. [climbs into the padlock through the keyhole] Why, this is...this is just as easy as rolling off a.... Whoa! [falls into the padlock] [Pinocchio listens, as Jiminy tries to open the padlock up] [comes out of the padlock, takes his coat and hat off, hangs them both on a screw of the padlock, and then to Pinocchio] Kinda rusty. [Pinocchio watches, as Jiminy continues trying to open the padlock up] Needs a little oil! [Jiminy's shouting echoes throughout the insides of the padlock] [to the audience] That's what I said. [continues trying to open the padlock up with his umbrella]
[Pinocchio takes a closer look, as Jiminy pries at the padlock up with his umbrella, loosening the spring in the process; suddenly, the spring breaks off of the padlock, sending Jiminy flying out of the padlock] WHOOOAA!! [Pinocchio watches, as the spring continues flying from the padlock, and then lands straight right into one side of the birdcage]
[as he hangs onto one side of the birdcage via the broken spring] [chuckles nervously]
Must be one of the old models.
You mean that you can't open it?
Yeah. Looks pretty hopeless. [Pinocchio gives him his coat and hat, and then watches him put his coat and hat back on him] It'll take a miracle to get us out of here.
Gee.
[Meanwhile, Geppetto searches for Pinocchio out in the streets of the village]
Pinocchio! Pinocchio!
[Geppetto gets interrupted by Stromboli's wagon approaching] [to his horse]
Giddyap! [speaks in Italian giberish]
[thunderclap] [Geppetto gets interrupted again, this time by a loud thunderclap; he doesn't realize that Pinocchio is inside Stromboli's wagon, and then continues searching for Pinocchio out in the streets of the village, as he goes the opposite direction of Stromboli's wagon]
A fine conscience I turned out to be.
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 couldn't be worse. [starts crying] Be cheerful....LIKE ME!!
[sobs as one of his tears lands onto Jiminy's hat until it splashes]
Oh. Take it easy, son. [gets out a tissue from his shirt, and holds it onto Pinocchio's nose] Come on. Blow.
[blows his nose into the tissue]
Attaboy. [blows his nose into the same tissue] Oh, well. [Jiminy looks at the sky while a tear drop down on his cheek] It stopped raining, anyway. [outside Stromboli's wagon window, the clouds cleared up, and revealed the starry night sky, as the wishing star approaches Stromboli's wagon, and then enters Stromboli's wagon] Hey. It's that star again. The lady, the.... the.... Whoa! The fairy! [Pinocchio falls off of the birdcage's perch, as he hops onto another side of the birdcage]
Um.... Uh.... You might tell her the truth! [hides inside the birdcage's birdfeeder, as Pinocchio hides his head right between his legs like an ostrich]
[the Blue Fairy appears, and then looks around Stromboli's wagon, as Pinocchio watches in amazement]
Why, Pinocchio.
Oh. Hello.
And Sir Jiminy.
Well, uh, this is a pleasant surprise. Ha ha!
Pinocchio, why didn't you go to school?
School? Well, I.... [looks up at Jiminy]
Go ahead. Tell her.
I was going to school till I met somebody.
Met somebody?
Yeah, uh.... two big monsters with big, green eyes! [his nose grows a little] Why, I.... I....
Monsters? Weren't you afraid?
No, ma'am, but they tied me in a big sack.
[his nose grows a little more and sprouts leaves]
You don't say. [Pinocchio nods] And where was Sir Jiminy?
Huh? Oh, Jiminy. Um.... Uh....
They put him in a little sack.
Yeah!
[his nose sprouts flowers]
How did you escape?
I didn't. They chopped me into firewood! [his nose grows again, and a nest with baby birds sprouts at the end of it] Oh, look! My nose! What's happened?
Perhaps you haven't been telling the truth, Pinocchio.
"Perhaps"?!
Oh, but I have. Every single word! [the branch with the nest on his nose withers, and the birds fly away, whistling] Oh, please help me! I'm awful sorry!
You see, Pinocchio, a lie keeps growing and growing until it's as plain as a nose on your face.
She's right, Pinoke. You better come clean.
I'll never lie again! Honest, I won't!
[to the Blue Fairy]
Please, your honor.... uh.... I mean, Miss Fairy, give him another chance, for mother's sake. Will you? Huh?
I'll forgive you this once. But remember that a boy, who won't be good, might just as well be made of wood.
[in unison]
We'll be good, won't we?
Very well. But this is the last time that I can help you.
[She touches the birdcage with her magic wand, and then disappears; Pinocchio's nose turns back to normal, and the birdcage door opens, as the padlock magically unlocks while on the birdcage door]
Gee, look, Jiminy! My nose!
Hey! We're free! Come on, Pinoke!
[They sneak out from the back of the wagon while Stromboli is singing] [singing]
I buy a new suit and I swing-a that cane, I eat-a the bread and I drink-a champagne! I got-a no strings on-a me!
Toodle-oo, Stromboli!
Shhhh!!!! [whispering] Quiet! Let's get out of here before something else happens. [They rush home to the village]
