JIMINY CRICKET: 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, 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 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.
GEPPETTO: 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, beg pardon. See? That makes a big difference.
JIMINY CRICKET: Very good. Very, very good. Well, you can't please everybody.
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!
JIMINY CRICKET: Hey! Ow, ow, ow, ouch! Ta-Ta-Take it easy there! Oh, break it up, will you? Lot of downbeats in there.
GEPPETTO SINGING: 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?
You know Pinocchio I think Figaro is jealous of you.
Oh-ho, don't worry, Figaro. 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.
JIMINY CRICKET: Good night. This is my idea of comfort. Solid comfort.
GEPPETTO: 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!
JIMINY CRICKET: A very lovely thought. But not at all practical.
GEPPETTO: A real boy.
JIMINY CRICKET: Quiet! After all, enough's enough.