Pinocchio (1940)
♪♪ 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 of the blue
♪♪ Fate steps in
♪♪ And sees you through
♪♪ When you wish Upon a star
♪♪ Your dreams Come true Pretty, huh?
I'll bet a lot of you folks don't believe that.
About a wish coming true, do you?
Well, I didn't either.
Of course, I'm just a cricket singing my way from hearth to hearth... but... let me tell you what made me change my mind.
One night, a long time-- Pardon me.
Wait 'til I, I fix this thing here.
There.
One night, a long time ago, my travels took me to a quaint little village.
It was a beautiful night.
The stars were shining like diamonds... high above the roofs of that 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 of wood.
And cute little music boxes, each one a work of art.
Shelf after shelf of toys and-- And then something else caught my eye.
A puppet!
You know, one of those marionette things, all strings and joints.
Cute little fella.
Ding, ding!
Going up?
Good piece of wood too.
Well, now.
It won't take much longer.
Just a little more paint and he's all finished.
I think he'll be all right.
Don't you, Figaro?
Um, huh, uh, beg pardon.
See?
That makes a big difference.
Very good.
Very, very goo-- Well, you can't please everybody.
Now, I have just the name for you.
Pinocchio!
Do you like it, Figaro?
No?
You do, don't you, Cleo?
Well, we'll leave it to little Woodenhead.
Do you like it?
That settles it!
Pinocchio it is!
Come on, now, we'll try you out.
Music, Professor!
Hey!
Ow, ow, ow, ouch!
Ta-Ta-Take it easy there!
Oh, break it up, will you?
Lot of downbeats in there.
♪♪ 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 graceful!
My little Woodenhead Cleo, meet Pinocchio.
Say, "How do you do?" Say hello to Figaro.
Oops!
Oh-ho-ho!
Up to mischief already.
You see what happens?
Boo!
Up we go!
Ahh.
You're a cute little fellow.
And that smile?
You know, I-- You rascal.
Jealous, huh?
You know, Pinocchio, I think Figaro is jealous of you.
Oh-ho, don't worry, Figaro.
I sti-- Uh-oh.
I wonder what time it is.
It's getting late.
Come, now.
We go to bed.
Good night, Pinocchio.
Little funny face.
Good night, Cleo, my little water baby.
Figaro.
You say good night too.
Go on.
Now go to sleep, my little mermaid.
Good night.
This is my idea of comfort.
Solid comfort.
Look at him, Figaro.
He almost looks alive.
Wouldn't it be nice if he was a real boy?
Oh, well.
Come on.
We go to sleep.
Ah, Figaro.
I forgot to open the window.
Oh, Figaro!
Look, look!
The wishing star!
Star light, 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 wish?
I wish that my little Pinocchio... might be a real boy.
Wouldn't that be nice?
Just think!
A real boy!
A very lovely thought.
But not at all practical.
A real... boy.
Quiet!
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.
Little puppet made of pine, wake.
The gift of life is thine.
Whew!
What they can't do these days!
I can move!
I can talk!
I can walk!
- Yes, Pinocchio, I've given you life.
- 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 yourself brave, truthful and unselfish, - and someday you will be a real boy.
- A real boy!
That won't be easy.
You must learn to choose between right and wrong.
Right and wrong?
But how will I know?
- How will he know.
- Your conscience will tell you.
- What are conscience?
- What are conscience!
I'll tell ya!
A conscience is that still small voice that people won't listen to.
- That's just the trouble with the world today, you see?
- Are you my conscience?
Who, me?
Would you like to be Pinocchio's conscience?
Well, w-- uh, I-- I-- uh-- Ohh.
Uh-huh.
Very well.
What is your name?
Uh, oh, uh, Cricket's the name.
Jiminy Cricket.
- Kneel, Mr Cricket.
- Huh?
No tricks now.
I dub you Pinocchio's conscience, lord high keeper of the knowledge of right and wrong, counsellor in moments of temptation... and guide along the straight and narrow path.
Arise, Sir Jiminy Cricket.
Well!
Oh-ho-ho!
My, my!
Mmm.
Say, that's pretty swell.
Gee... thanks.
But, uh, don't I get a badge or something?
- Well, we'll see.
- You mean maybe I will?
- I shouldn't wonder.
- Make it a gold one?
Maybe.
Now, remember, Pinocchio, be a good boy.
And always let your conscience be your guide.
Goodbye, milady.
Goodbye!
Not bad, says I.
Oh, yeah.
Ho-ho-ho.
Almost forgot about you.
Well, Pinoke.
-Maybe you and I had better have a little heart-to-heart talk.
-Why?
- Well, you want to be a real boy, don't you?
- Uh-huh!
All right.
Sit down, son.
- Now, you see, the world is full 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, uh, sometimes the, the wrong things may be right at the wrong time.
Or, uh, visa versa.
- Understand?
- Uh-uh.
But I'm gonna do right!
Atta boy, Pinoke.
And I'm gonna help you.
And anytime you need me, you know, just whistle... like this.
Like this?
No, no.
Try it again, Pinoke.
Like this?
No, son.
Now, listen.
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 Give a little whistle When you meet temptation and the urge is very strong Give a little whistle Give a little whistle Not just a little squeak Pucker up and blow -And if your whistle's weak, yell -Jiminy Cricket?
Right!
Take the straight and narrow path and if you start to slide Give a little whistle Give a little whistle And always let your conscience be your guide Take the straight and narrow path and if you start to slide Give a little whistle Yoo-hoo!
Give a little whistle Whoo-hoo!
And always let your conscience be your guide And always let your conscience be your guide Look out, Pinoke!
- Who is there?
- It's me!
Oh, it's me.
Shh, Figaro.
There's somebody in here.
Shh!
Be careful now, Figaro.
He might spring out on us at any time.
He's in here somewhere.
Here I am!
Oh...
Pinocchio.
How did you get down here?
- I fell down.
- Oh, you did.
- Ohh!
You're talking!
- Uh-huh.
- N-N-N-No!
- Yes, and I can move too!
No, n-no, you, you can't-- I-I'm dreaming in my sleep.
W-W-Wake me up.
Wake me up!
Now we see who is dreaming.
Go on.
Say something.
Gee, you're funny.
Do it again!
- You do talk!
- Yes, the Blue Fairy came-- - The Blue Fairy?
- Uh-huh.
- And I got a conscience.
- A conscience!
And someday I'm gonna be a real boy!
A real boy!
It is my wish.
It's come true!
Figaro, look!
He-- He's alive.
He can talk!
- Let's say hello to Figaro.
- Hello to Figaro.
Ohh.
Oh, Cleo, I almost forgot.
Look!
It's Pinocchio!
She's my little water baby.
Isn't she cute?
Yeah, cute.
This calls for a celebration.
Music!
You start one, Pinocchio.
Oh, boy.
A party!
Mind if I cut in?
How about sitting out the next one, babe, huh?
Whoop!
Hey, whoa, let me out!
Let me out!
Come, Cleo, join the party.
Dance!
Ooh, nice.
Gathering toys For my little boy - Look!
Pretty!
- Oh!
Help!
Wh-Wh-Wh-Where's the bucket?
Help!
Water!
Where's the water?
Here it is!
I got it!
Here's water!
Here's some water!
Help!
Where's water?
That was close.
Maybe we'd better go to bed... before something else happens.
Little man, you've had a busy night.
Now, close your eyes and go to sleep.
Why?
Oh, everybody has to sleep.
Figaro goes to sleep... and Cleo... and, and besides, tomorrow you've got to go to school.
Why?
Oh, to learn things and-- and get smart.
Why?
- Because.
- Oh.
- Oh, look, Father!
Look!
- Now, wait.
Stand still now.
- What are those?
- Huh?
Oh, those.
They are your schoolmates.
Girls and boys.
Uh, no-now, get in-- - Real boys?
- Yes.
But hurry now.
Oh, oh, wai-wai-wait!
Wait.
Eh-- Here's an apple for your teacher.
Now turn around... and let me look you over.
Huh?
Oh, yeah, yeah.
Here.
Run along now.
Fig, wait!
Come back here, Figaro.
School is not for you.
- Goodbye, Father.
- Goodbye, son.
Hurry back.
Ah, Gideon, listen.
The merry laughter... of little innocent children wending their way to school.
Thirsty little minds rushing to the fountain of knowledge.
School, a noble institution.
What would this stupid world be without-- Well, well, well!
Stromboli!
So that old rascal's back in town, eh?
Remember, Gideon, the time I tied strings on you... and passed you off as a puppet?
We nearly put one over on that old gypsy that time.
A little wooden boy.
Now, who'd have-- A wooden boy!
Look, Giddy, look!
It's amazing.
A live puppet without strings.
A thing like that ought to be worth a fortune to someone.
Now let me see.
That's it!
Stromboli!
Why, that fat old faker would give his-- Listen.
If we play our cards right, we'll be on Easy Street, or my name isn't Honest John.
Quick, we'll head him off.
Shh!
Now's our-- No, no, stupid.
Don't be crude.
Let me handle this.
Here he comes.
Ah, yes, Skinny, as I was saying to the Duchess only yesterday-- Oh!
Oh, how clumsy of me.
Oh, my, my, my, my.
Oh, I'm terribly sorry.
Oh, I do hope you're not injured.
- I'm all right.
- Oh, splendid.
Well, well, hmm.
Quite a scholar, I see.
Look, Giddy, a man of letters.
- Here's your book.
- I'm going to school.
School.
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 apple.
Bright lights, music, applause, fame!
- Fame?
- Yes!
And with that personality, that profile, that physique, why, he's a natural born actor, eh, Giddy?
- But I'm going-- - Straight to the top.
Why, I can see your name in lights, lights six feet high.
- Uh-- What is your name?
- Pinocchio.
Pinocchio!
P-I-N-- Eh, uh-- U-O-- Eh, P-I-- Eh-- 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 dee day An actor's life is gay It's great to be a celebrity An actor's life for me Hi diddle dee dum An actor's life is fun Whew!
Fine conscience I turned out to be.
Late the first day.
Oh, well, he can't get in much trouble... between here and school.
- Oh, boy, a parade!
- An actor's life for me Hi diddle dee dee An actor's life for me - Huh?
- A waxed mustache and a beaver coat - A pony cart and a billy goat Hi diddle dee dum - Why, it's-- it's Pinoke.
Hey!
- An actor's life is fun - Where you goin'?
You wear your hair in a pompadour - You ride around in a coach and four - Wait!
- You stop and buy out a candy store - Halt!
- An actor's life for me - Hold on there!
Pinoke!
Hi diddle dee dee An actor's life for me - With clothes that come from the finest shops - Hey, Pinoke.
- And lots of peanuts and soda pop, Hi-- - Hey!
- What was that?
- Oh, it's Jiminy!
- Whatcha doin' up there?
- Huh?
Who?
Wha-Wha-Wha-What?
Wha-- Who?
Jiminy?
Up where?
Shh!
Why, my boy, huh, you must be seeing things.
Oh, no, that's my conscience.
He-- Now, now, now.
Just calm down.
Why, there's nothing up there to be afraid of.
Oh!
Psst!
Pinoke!
Psst!
Pinoke!
Over here.
- Over here.
- Oh,Jiminy!
- I'm going to be an actor.
- All right, son, take it easy now.
Remember what I said about temptation?
- Uh-huh.
- Well, that's him.
Oh, no,Jiminy, that's Mr Honest John.
Honest John?
Get this thing off.
Get me outta here!
Get me out of here!
Oh!
All right then, here's what we'll tell 'em: You can't go to the theatre, say "Thank you just the same," you're sorry but you've got to go to school.
- Mm-hmm.
- Pinocchio!
Oh, Pinocchio!
Whoo-hoo!
Here they come, Pinoke.
Now, you tell 'em.
Whoo-hoo!
Oh, little boy!
Ah, there you are!
Now, where were we?
Ah, yes, on to the theatre!
Goodbye,Jiminy!
Goodbye!
- Hi diddle dee dee An actor's life for me - Goodbye?
Huh?
Goodbye?
- Hey, Pinoke, you can't-- - A high silk hat and a silver cane - A watch of gold with a diamond chain - There he goes.
- Oh, what'll I do?
I'll run and tell his father.
- Hi diddle dee day - An actor's life is gay - No, that'd be snitching.
I'll go after him myself.
Ladies and gentlemen, to conclude the performance of this great show, Stromboli 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 will absolutely refuse to believe.
Well, looks like a sell-out.
Introducing the only marionette... who can sing and dance...
absolutely without the aids of strings.
I hope so.
The one and only Pinocchio!
Hmph!
What a build-up.
I got no strings to hold me dow-- Go ahead, make a fool of yourself.
Then maybe you'll listen to your conscience.
Cute kid.
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 so I can have fun
- What I told you, huh?
- I'm not tied up with anyone They got strings but you can see There are no strings on me You have no strings Your arms is free To love me by the Zuider Zee Ja, ja, ja If you would woo I'd bust my strings for you You got no strings Comme ci, comme ca Your savoir faire is ooo-la-la I've got strings but entre nous I'd cut my strings for you 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!
Hey!
- Hey!
- Hey!
There are no strings on me Hmm, they like him.
He's a success.
Gosh, maybe I was wrong.
Well, guess he won't need me any more.
What does an actor want with a conscience anyway?
What could have happened to him?
Where could he be at this hour?
I'd better go out again and look for him.
And remember, nobody eats a bite until I find him.
I got-a no strings but I got-a the brain I buy a new suit and I swing-a the chain I eat-a the best and I drink-a champagne I got-a no strings on me - Bravo, Pinocchio!
- They like me.
Hmm, two hundred.
- You are sensational!
- Ya mean I'm good?
Ahh, three hundred.
You are colossal!
Does that mean I'm an actor?
Sure.
I will push you in the public's eye.
Your face, she will be on everybody's tongue.
- Will she?
- Ye-- Uh, huh?
What's this?
Ahhh!
For you, my little Pinocchio.
For me?
Gee, thanks!
I'll run right home and tell my father.
Home?
Oh, sure.
Going home to your father.
Oh, that is very comical!
- Ya mean it's funny?
- Oh, sure!
Yes.
- I'll be back in the morning.
- Be back in the morning.
Going home.
There, this will be your home, where I can find you always.
- No, no, no!
- Yes, yes, yes!
To me you are belonging.
We will tour the world.
Paris.
London.
Monte Carlo.
"Constantinopolee."
- No, no!
- Yes!
We start tonight!
Hmm.
You will make lots of money... for me!
And when you are growing too old, you will make good... firewood!
Let me outta here!
I gotta get out!
You can't keep me!
Quiet!
Shut-a up... before I knock-a you silly!
Good night, my little wooden gold mine.
No!
No, wait!
Let me out!
I'll tell my father!
Giddyap!
Get along there.
Jiminy!
Oh,Jiminy!
Oh,Jiminy, where are ya?
Jiminy Cricket!
Well, there he goes, sitting in the lap of luxury, the world at his feet.
Oh, well, I can always say I knew him when.
I'll just go out of his life quietly.
I would like to wish him luck though.
Sure!
Why not?
Pinocchio.
Pinocchio.
It's me, your old friend Jiminy, remember?
Jiminy!
Gee, I'm glad to see ya!
Pinocchio!
What's happened?
- What did he do to ya?
- Oh, he was mad.
He said he was gonna push my face in everybody's eye.
- Yeah?
- A-A-And just 'cause I'm a gold brick, he-he's gonna chop me into firewood!
Oh, is that so?
Now, don't you worry, son.
I'll have you out of here in no time at all.
Why, this is-- eh, just as easy as... rollin' off a-- Kind of rusty.
- Needs a little oil!
- Needs a little oil, needs a little oil, a little oil.
That's what I said.
Must be one of the old models.
You mean, you can't open it?
Yeah.
Looks pretty hopeless.
It'll take a miracle to get us out of here.
Gee.
Pinocchio!
Pinocchio!
Giddyap!
Pinocch-- A fine conscience I turned out to be.
I should've listened to you,Jiminy.
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 could be worse.
Be cheerful, like me.
Aw, take it easy, son.
Come on, blow.
Thatta boy.
Oh, well, it stopped raining anyway.
Hey, that star again!
Uh, the lady, the-- Ooh!
- The fairy!
- What'll she say?
- What'll I tell her?
- You might tell her the truth.
- Why, Pinocchio.
- Uh, eh, hello!
Sir Jiminy!
Well!
Uh, this is a-- a pleasant surprise.
Ha-ha.
Pinocchio, why didn't you go to school?
- School?
Well, I-- um-- - Uh-- Go ahead, tell her.
I was going to school 'til I met somebody.
- Met somebody?
- Yeah.
Uh, two big monsters... with big green eyes!
- Why, I-- I-- - Monsters?
- Weren't you afraid?
- No, ma'am.
But they tied me in a big sack.
You don't say!
And where was Sir Jiminy?
Eh, huh?
Oh,Jiminy?
Hey, psst!
Leave me outta this.
They put him in a little sack.
- No!
- Yeah!
- How did you escape?
- I didn't.
They chopped me into firewood.
Oh!
Oh, look!
My nose!
What's happened?
Perhaps you haven't been telling the truth, Pinocchio.
- "Perhaps"?
- Oh, but I have, every single word.
Oh, please help me!
I'm awful sorry.
You see, Pinocchio, a lie keeps growing and growing... until it's as plain as the nose on your face.
She's right, Pinoke.
You better come clean.
I'll never lie again.
Honest, I won't.
Please, Your Honor-- Uh, uh, I mean, Miss Fairy.
Give him another chance, for my sake.
Will ya, huh?
I'll forgive you this once.
But remember, a boy who won't be good might just as well be made of wood.
- We'll be good, won't we?
- We'll be good, won't we?
Very well.
But this is the last time I can help you.
Gee, look,Jiminy, my nose!
Hey, we're free!
Come on, Pinoke!
I buy a new suit and I swing-a the cane I eat-a the fish and I drink-a champagne I got no strings on me - Toodle-ooo, Stromboli.
- Goodbye, Mr Strombo-- Shh!
Quiet!
Let's get outta here before something else happens.
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 And the dummy fell for it... hook, line and sinker!
And he still thinks we're his friends.
And did Stromboli pay... plenty!
That shows you how low Honest John will stoop, eh, Giddy?
Now, uh, coachman, what's your proposition?
Well, how would you blokes like to make some real money?
Well!
And who do we have to, eh-- No, no!
Nothing like that.
You see-- I'm collecting stupid little boys.
- Stupid little boys?
- You know, the disobedient ones what play hookey from school.
- Oh!
- And you see...
Yes.
Oh!
And I takes 'em to Pleasure Island!
Ah, Pleasure Island.
Pleasure Island?
But the law, suppose they-- No, no.
There is no risk.
They never come back... as boys!
Now, I've got a coach load leaving at midnight.
We'll meet at the crossroads, and no double-crossing!
- No, sir.
- Scout around, and any good prospects you find, bring 'em to me.
- Yes, Chief.
- I'll pay you well.
- I got plenty of gold.
- Yes, yes.
No, sir, nothing can stop me now.
I'll make good this time.
- You'd better.
- I will.
I'm going to school.
- That's the stuff, Pinoke.
- I'd rather be smart than be an actor.
Now you're talkin'!
Come on, slowpoke, I'll race ya home.
Well, well, Pinocchio.
What's your rush?
I gotta b*at Jiminy home.
Oh, hello.
Well, how is the great actor?
I don't wanna be an actor.
Stromboli was terrible.
- He was?
- Yeah, he locked me in a bird cage-- - He did?
- Uh-huh, but I learned my lesson.
- I'm going-- - Oh, you poor, poor boy.
You must be a nervous wreck.
That's it, you are a nervous wreck!
We must diagnose this case at once.
Quick, Doctor, your notebook.
Bless my soul.
Hmmm, mm-hmm.
My, my.
Just as I thought.
A slight touch of monetary complications... with bucolic semi-lunar contraptions of the flying trapezes.
Mm-hmm.
Say "hippopotamus."
- Hi-ho-hotamus.
- I knew it!
Compound transmission of the pandemonium with percussion... and spasmodic frantic disintegration.
- Close your eyes.
What do you see?
- Nothing.
-Open them.
Now what do you see?
-Spots.
Aha!
Now that heart.
Ooh, my goodness!
A palpitating syncopation of the k*ller diller... with the wicky wacky stomping of the floy joy.
Quick, Doctor, that report.
Ooh, this makes it perfectly clear!
My boy, you are allergic.
- Allergic?
- Yes, and there is only one cure.
- A vacation on Pleasure Island!
- Pleasure Island?
Yes, that happy land 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-tut, I insist.
Your health 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!
- Hi diddle dee dee Oh, Pinoke?
Now where do you suppose he-- Huh?
Pinocchio!
Hey!
Come back!
Giddyap!
Well, here we go again.
My name's Lampwick.
What's yours?
Pinocchio.
- Ever been to Pleasure Island?
- Uh-uh, but Mr Honest John gave me-- Me neither, but they say it's a swell joint.
No school, no cops.
You can tear the joint apart, and nobody says a word.
- Honest John gave me-- - Loaf around, plenty to eat, plenty to drink.
- And it's all free!
- Honest John-- Boy, that's the place.
I can hardly wait!
Right here, boys!
Right here!
Get your cake, pie, dill pickles and ice cream.
Eat all you can.
Be a glutton.
Stuff yourselves.
It's all free, boys.
It's all free.
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!
The Rough House.
The Rough House.
It's the roughest, toughest joint ya ever seen.
-Come in and pick a fight, boys.
-Oh, boy, a scrap!
Come on, let's go in and poke somebody in the nose.
- Why?
- Ah, just for the fun of it.
Okay, Lampy.
Tobacco Road.
Tobacco Road.
Get your cigars, cigarettes and chewin' tobacco.
Come in and smoke your heads off.
There's nobody here to stop you.
Pinocchio!
Pinocchio!
There's somethin'... phoney about all this.
I gotta get him outta here.
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!
See the model home.
It's open for destruction, and it's all yours, boys!
It's all yours!
What'd I tell ya?
Ain't this a swell joint?
Yeah!
Bein' bad's a lot of fun, ain't it?
Yeah, uh-huh.
Get a load of that stained-glass window.
All right now, hop to it, you blokes.
Come on, come on!
Shut the doors and lock 'em tight.
Now get below and get them crates ready.
Give a bad boy enough rope and he'll soon make a jackass of himself.
Pinocchio!
Pinocchio?
Where is everybody?
The place is like a graveyard.
I don't like the looks of this.
Pinocchio!
Hey, where are you?
Where d'you suppose all the kids went to, Lampwick?
Ah, they're around here somewheres.
What do you care?
- You're having a good time, ain't ya?
- Uh-huh, I sure am.
Oh, boy!
This is the life, huh, Pinoky?
Yeah!
It sure is!
Ah, you smoke like me grandmother!
Come on, take a big drag like this.
Okay, Lampy.
Some fun, huh, kid?
Okay, Slats, your sh*t.
What's the matter, Slats?
Losin' your grip?
Pinocchio!
So this is where I find you.
How do you ever expect to be a real boy?
Look at yourself.
Smoking, playing pool!
Ow!
You are coming right home with me this minute!
Hey!
Who's the beetle?
Let go!
Put me down!
Let me out of here.
Let me out!
He's my conscience.
He tells me what's right and wrong.
What?
You mean to tell me you take orders from a grasshopper?
Grasshopper?
Look here, you, you impudent young pup!
It wouldn't hurt you to take orders from your grasshopp-- Uh, uh... your conscience, if you have one.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, sure.
Screwball in the corner pocket.
Why-- Why-- Ya young hoodlum!
I'll-- I'll knock your block off!
Why, I'll take you apart and put you back together.
Oh, don't hurt him,Jiminy.
He's my best friend.
Why, I'll-- Your best friend?
And what am I?
Just your conscience.
Okay, that settles it.
- B-But,Jiminy-- - You buttered your bread, now sleep in it.
Ha-ha-ha!
Go on, laugh.
Make a jackass out of yourself.
I'm through!
This is the end.
But,Jiminy, Lampwick says a guy only lives once.
Lampwick.
Hmph!
Come on, come on.
Let him go.
Lampwick.
Hmph, Lampwick!
Burns me up.
After all I tried to do for him.
Who's his conscience anyway?
Me or that, that hoodlum Lampwick?
I've had enough of this.
I'm taking the next boat out of here.
Open up that door!
Open up!
I wanna go home!
Come on, you blokes!
Keep 'em moving!
Lively there now.
We haven't got all night.
Where'd all the donkeys come from?
Come on, come on.
Let's have another.
And what's your name?
Okay, you'll do!
In you go!
You boys'll bring a nice price.
All right, next!
- And what might your name be?
- Alexander.
Hmm, so you can talk.
Ye-Yes, sir.
I wanna go home to my mama!
Take him back!
He can still talk!
Please, please!
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!
Ha!
To hear that beetle talk, you'd think somethin' was going to happen to us.
Conscience.
Nah, phooey!
Where does he get that stuff?
"How do you ever expect to be a real boy?" What's he think I look like, a jackass?
You sure do!
Hey, you laugh like a donkey.
Did that come out of me?
Oh!
Huh?
What the-- What's goin' on?
I've been double-crossed!
Help!
Help!
Somebody, help!
I've been framed!
Help!
Please, you gotta help me.
Oh, be a pal.
Call that beetle!
Call anybody!
Mama!
Mama!
- Oh, what's happened?
- I hope I'm not too late.
What'll I do?
- Pinocchio!
-Jiminy!
Oh,Jiminy, help!
Wait, Pinoke!
The kids, the boys, they're all donkeys!
Oh, you too!
Come on, quick!
Before you get any worse.
This way, Pinoke.
It's the only way out.
Hurry up... before they see us.
You gotta jump!
Jiminy.
Jiminy, y-you all right?
Sure.
I thought we'd never make it.
Certainly feels good to be back on... dry land.
Come on, let's get home.
Father!
Father, I'm home!
- We're home, Mr Geppetto!
Home again!
- It's me, Pinocchio!
- I'm home to stay!
- Here he is, Mr Geppetto.
Home at last.
Hey, maybe he's asleep.
Father!
Father, it's me!
Pinoke, come here.
Look.
He ain't here.
He-- He's gone.
Yeah, and Figaro.
And Cleo too.
Maybe something awful happened to him.
Don't worry, son, he probably 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, uh, he went looking for you and, uh, uh, he was swallowed by a whale.
- Swallowed by a whale?
- Yeah, uh-huh.
A-- A whale?
- A whale named Monstro.
- Oh, he's-- Uh, but, but wait.
He's alive.
- Alive?
Where?
- Why, uh, uh, inside the whale at the, at the bottom of the sea.
- Bottom of the sea?
- Uh-huh.
Uh-- Hey!
Where you going?
I'm going to find him.
But, Pinoke, are you crazy?
Don't you realize, uh, he's in a whale?
I've gotta go to him.
Hey, Pinoke, wait!
Listen here, son.
But this Monstro, I've heard of him.
He's a whale of a whale.
Why, he swallows whole ships alive.
Tie it good and tight now.
And besides, it's dangerous.
- Why, I-- - Bye,Jiminy.
Goodbye?
I may be live bait down there, but I'm with ya.
Come on, let's go.
Look out below!
Gangway, down there.
Gee, what a big place.
- Come on,Jiminy.
- All right.
Soon as I take on some ballast.
One side, sister.
Well, so long.
Hmm, put it in the wrong end.
Hmph, no more privacy than a goldfish.
Ooh, chilly.
Father!
Father!
Hey, Pinoke, wait for me!
Father!
Father!
Huh, he ain't my father.
Uh, Mr Geppetto!
Hey, what the-- Hey, le-- let go!
Run along, ya little... squirt.
What's the matter?
Can't a fellow, uh-- I was only-- We were only looking for Monstro.
That got 'em.
Father!
Father!
Oh, hello.
Oh!
Uh... can you tell me where we can find Monstro?
Gee, they're scared.
Uh, pardon me, pearl, are you acquainted with Monstro the whale?
Whoa, hold it there.
- Hmph!
- Father!
One side there, son.
Come on, boys, break it up.
Break it up now.
Hey, what the-- Whoa, quit, quit, quit shoving now.
Quit, whoa.
Don't crowd.
Now take it easy.
Take it easy there.
Whoa-ho-ho there.
Whoa!
Steady there, Nellie.
Go ahead, Pinoke, ask them.
Could any of you tell me where to find Monstro?
Whoa!
Whoa, boy!
Whoa, whoa!
Hey!
Uh, sakes alive.
Father!
- Father!
- Mr Geppetto!
Not a bite for days.
We can't hold out much longer.
I never thought...
it would end this way, Figaro.
Starving to death... in the belly of a whale.
My poor little Pinocchio.
He was such a good boy.
It's hopeless, Figaro.
There isn't a fish left.
If the monster doesn't wake up soon, I-- I'm afraid we-- We are done for.
Here they come!
Tuna!
Oh, tuna fish!
Food!
We'll eat!
Here's a big one!
Keep them in there, Figaro!
Hey!
Wait a minute!
Ha-Have you seen-- Monstro!
We got to get out of here!
Come on, Pinoke.
Don't wait for me.
Never saw so many!
Here's another one!
Enough for weeks!
Here's a big one.
Keep them in there, Figaro!
Hey, blubber mouth, open up!
I got to get in there!
Looks like the last of them.
Here's a big one.
Only a few left.
We got to work fast!
- Hey!
- Here's another one.
Hey, Father!
- Father!
- Don't bother me now, Pinocchio!
- P-Pinocchio!
- Father!
Pinocchio, my son!
- Hey, Father, here I am!
- Huh?
Oh, oh, yes!
Pinocchio, my boy!
- I-- I'm so happy to see you!
- Me too, Father!
- Oops!
- Figaro!
Ah, Figaro.
Cleo!
Oh, Cleo!
- You're here too.
- Yes!
We are all together again!
- Oh, you, you are soaking wet.
- Yes, Father.
You, you mustn't catch cold.
- But I came to save you!
- 'Cause you know, you, you shouldn't have come down here.
- But, Father!
- But I'm awfully glad to see you.
Let me take your hat.
Oh!
Pinocchio!
Wh-- Wh-- What's the matter?
- Those ears!
- Huh?
Ears?
Oh, these.
Hah.
Oh, that's nothing.
I got a tail too.
Pinocchio!
What's happened to you?
Well, I-- I-- I-- Oh, never mind now.
Old Geppetto has his little Woodenhead.
Nothing else matters.
I got to get in!
My pal's in there!
Come on, you big moose!
Open up, I tell ya-- Hey!
Cut it out!
Oh, boy.
b*at it, you buzzards!
Get out?
Oh, no, no, son.
I've tried every way.
Why, I, I even built a raft.
- A raft?
That's it!
- Huh?
We'll take the raft, and when the whale opens its mouth-- No, no, no, no.
N-Now listen, son.
He only opens his mouth when he's eating.
Then everything comes in.
Nothing goes out.
- Oh.
- It's hopeless, Pinocchio.
Come.
We make a nice fire and we cook some of the fish.
- A fire!
That's it!
- Yes.
And then we'll all eat again.
A great big fire!
Lots of smoke.
Smoke?
Oh, yeah, sure.
A smoked fish will taste good.
- Quick, some wood.
- Pinocchio, not the chair!
Hurry, Father.
More wood!
Oh, what will we sit on if we-- We won't need it.
We're getting out!
Getting out?
But how?
- We'll make him sneeze!
- Make him sneeze?
Ohh, that will make him mad.
Well, it's about time!
- It won't work!
- Hurry, Father!
Climb aboard!
-We'll never get by those teeth!
-Yes, we will!
Hey, which way you going?
Wait for me!
Hang on!
Here we go!
Gesundheit.
- We're going back!
- No, we'll make it!
Faster, faster!
It's no use!
We're done for!
We made it!
Look!
Now he is mad!
I told you he'd be furious!
- He's gone!
- Where did he go?
Look out!
Hang on!
He's coming back.
Hurry!
He's trying to k*ll us!
Paddle, son!
Let's go back!
Look out!
Jump!
Father!
Father!
Oh, Father!
Pinocchio, swim for shore.
Swim for shore.
Hang on, Father!
Save... yourself.
Pinocchio, save yourself.
Don't mind me, son.
Save yourself, Pinocchio.
Pinocchio?
Oh, Pinocchio!
Pinocchi-- My boy.
My brave little boy.
Prove yourself brave, truthful and unselfish, and someday you will be a real boy.
Awake, Pinocchio.
Awake.
Father!
Whatcha crying for?
'Cause... you are dead, Pinocchio.
No!
No, I'm not.
Yes, yes, you are.
Now, lie down.
But, Father, I'm alive.
See?
And-- And I'm, uh-- I'm-- I'm real.
I'm a real boy!
You're alive!
And, and you are a real boy!
- Yea!
Whoopie!
- A real live boy!
This calls for a celebration!
Professor, lots of music!
Well!
Huh.
Th-This is practically where I came in.
Thank you, milady.
He deserved to be a real boy.
And it sure was nice of you to-- Huh?
Wha-- Uh-- Wh-- Wh-- W-- Well, I'll be!
My, my!
Solid gold too.
Oh, I think it's swell!
♪♪ 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