Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, well, we have come quite a long way, haven't we, Son?

(MACHINE POWERING DOWN)

(GONG SOUNDS LOUDLY)

do you know the way?

(DONKEY WHINING)

I have to stay and find my father.

Well, sure, there are other ways to make a boy,

Your dreams come true

It sure is, Pinoke. I'm proud of you, kiddo.

I think not. He makes no room for different learning styles.

Especially, if they're an agent.

-Father, what's inside that lantern? -Ironically, whale oil.

Do you want to be a nobody? No! Nobody wants to be a nobody.

What is your name?

But here's what you do need to know about school.

Well, well. Quite the scholar, I see. A man of letters.

But then I got scooped up by a coach full of foolish kids,

-(GASPS) -(SCREAMING)

Faster! Don't let them get to the sea.

Parents want a real kid.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

It's sink or swim Do or die

Did that come out of me? (BRAYS)

-Get out and stay out. -(KIDS LAUGHING)

Well, what do you know?

You are no match for his royalness

An actor's life for me

...they became a stable, well-adjusted household.

Play, play Time to play

Figaro, Cleo, you're all here. (LAUGHING)

The perfect name for a boy with a wooden head.

I said I'd airlift you, not him. I can't carry a heavy block of wood.

Jiminy and I are singing always be my conscience be my guide, and I called him stupid... and I just smashed him!

(MONSTRO GROWLING)

(STROMBOLI LAUGHING)

Well, who are you?

Jumpin' jeepers. He's alive.

GEPPETTO: Oh, no, Pinocchio, my boy. All is forgiven.

(SMACKS LIPS) Mmm!

Father? No parent wants a bizzaria like you.

Kind of on the nose, if you ask me.

Sofia? Do you see something?

You should have a name of your own. Yes, yes. Now, what should it be?

But I'll always dance

There's that wooden boy. Get him!

Bollocks. Wooden donkey would have been worth a bleeding fortune.

Yes, I guess you could call him Pinocchio's pops.

No offense, kid.

Although, yeah, it is a bit strange to be inside the belly of a whale.

You are misunderstood, just like every great actor who ever walked the earth.

The time has come Don't cut and run

And, Pinocchio, please give my best to your father.

(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYING)

with no direction, no job, no prospects and no purpose in life.

Thank you for getting my nose unstuck.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)

Arise, Sir Jiminy Cricket.

-(AUDIENCE GASPS) -The toy who thinks he's a boy.

(CHUCKLING) Your legs look sturdy, too. Are they made of pine?

You take the fall And ruin it for everyone

But that could get you in trouble.

I had strings, but now I'm free There are no strings on me

You are no match for His Royalness

You keep out of sight.

that’s right, You good Rittingerloony

"Let your job restore your pride And let your conscience be your guide

When you wish upon a star

But Honest John said my father wants me to be famous.

I see. A puppet friend. Sort of a peer.

(SINGING IN FALSETTO) When you wish upon a star…

But thank you for the apology.

But we couldn't see

(MUSIC INCREASES IN TEMPO)

-That's the key to this cage. -(KEY CLINKS)

I wasn't even angry anymore! Wah-ha-ha-ho-ho-ho! I was supposed to...

You're almost there, Pinoke.

(CHILDREN EXCLAIM)

(SINGING IN FALSETTO)

Collection? What collection?