Pinocchio Page #3

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.

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