Pinocchio, I'm so happy to see you. Oh. So happy to see my boy.
Figaro, you're here, too. And Cleo.
Yes, yes, we're all together again. Isn't it wonderful? Although, yeah, it is a bit strange to be inside the belly of a whale. But we will make do. It is a bit humid, though, isn't it?
Father, I see your boat still floats.
Yes, yes. That is a good little boat.
As soon as Monstro opens his mouth, we can sail out of here.
Well, I don't know about that, Pinocchio. I mean, look at all this junk. It looks to me like everything comes in, but nothing goes out, except the other way, presumably, but that is not a good option.
[jumps on some dust, making Figaro sneeze; gets an idea]
Father, what's inside that lantern?
Ironically, whale oil.
That's right, and I have an idea!

