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I'd rather be smart than be an actor.
JIMINY CRICKET: Now you're talkin'! Come on, slowpoke, I'll race ya home.
HONEST JOHN: Well, well, Pinocchio. What's your rush?
PINOCCHIO: I gotta beat Jiminy home. Oh, hello.
HONEST JOHN: Well, how is the great actor?
PINOCCHIO: I don't wanna be an actor. Stromboli was terrible.
HONEST JOHN: He was?
PINOCCHIO: Yeah, he locked me in a bird cage...
HONEST JOHN: He did?
PINOCCHIO: Uh-huh, but I learned my lesson. I'm going...
HONEST JOHN: 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. 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."
HONEST JOHN: I knew it! Compound transmission of the pandemonium with percussion and spasmodic frantic disintegration. Close your eyes. What do you see?
HONEST JOHN: Open them. Now
what do you see?
HONEST JOHN: 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.
HONEST JOHN: Yes, and there is only one cure. A vacation on Pleasure Island!
PINOCCHIO: Pleasure Island?
HONEST JOHN: Yes, that happy land of carefree boys where every day is a holiday!
PINOCCHIO: But I can't go. I...
HONEST JOHN: Why, of course you can go.
I'm giving you my ticket.
PINOCCHIO: Thanks! But I'm...
HONEST JOHN: Oh, tut-tut-tut-tut, I insist. Your health comes first. Come, the coach departs at midnight.
HONEST JOHN (SINGING): Hi diddle dee dee it's Pleasure Isle for me where every day is a holiday and kids have nothing to do but play...
JIMINY CRICKET: Pinoke! Oh, Pinoke? Now where do you suppose he... Huh? Pinocchio! Hey! Come back!
HONEST JOHN: Yes, yes. Giddyap!
JIMINY CRICKET: Well, here we go again.