Pinocchio Page #4

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 beat 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 killer 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 shot.

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!

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