Stromboli
[shouting in Italian, then in English]
What this nonsense?! Nobody in my show performs for free! Now pack! We leave in an hour! And you… Ooh, ooh, ooh. My little Pinocchio. I was scared to death you got lost or stolen. And we wouldn't want that now, would we? In an hour we go! [The scene cuts to him throwing Pinocchio and shuts him in a bird cage]
Pinocchio
Let me go! Let me out of here! Help!
Stromboli
[locks up the cage with a key]
There, this will be your home, where I can find you always.
Pinocchio
Oh, no. No, no!
Stromboli
Yes, yes. To me you are belong.
Pinocchio
Let me go! Let me out of here! Help! Father!
Stromboli
Father? No parent wants a bizzaria like you.
Pinocchio
No, no!
Stromboli
Parents want a real kid.
Pinocchio
Jiminy. Father. Help! Help! Oh, no. Help! [whimpering] Please.
Stromboli
[puts the key on a hook next to the door; speaking in Italian; in English]
My little wooden gold mine. [laughs maliciously and closes the door behind him, locking it]
Geppetto
[Pinocchio sits on his knees, sobbing helplessly]
Pinocchio! Pinocchio!
