Pinocchio Page #5

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 going 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. Beat 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.

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