Pinocchio

When you wish upon a star

Makes no difference who you are

Anything your heart desires

Will come to you

If your heart is in your dream

No request is too extreme

When you wish upon a star

As dreamers do

Fate is kind

She brings to those who love

The sweet fulfillment of

Their secret longing

Like a bolt out of the blue

Fate steps in

And sees you through

When you wish upon a star

Your dreams

Come true

Pretty.

I'll bet a lot of you folks don't believe that,

about a wish coming true, do you?

Well, I didn't either.

Of course, I'm just a cricket singing my way from hearth to hearth,

but let me tell you what made me change my mind.

One night a long time...

Pardon me. Wait till I fix this thing.

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 my... ...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.

And 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 fellow.

Going up?

Good piece of wood too.

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?

Beg pardon.

See? That makes a big difference.

Very good.

Very, very good.

Well, you can't please everybody.

Now 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!

Take it easy there!

Break it up, will you?

Lotta down beats in there.

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

How graceful!

My little woodenhead

Cleo, meet Pinocchio.

Say, "How do you do?"

Say hello to Figaro.

Up to mischief already.

You see what happens?

Up we go! 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.

Don't worry, Figaro. I sti...

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.

Good night.

This is my idea of comfort.

Solid comfort.

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.

Oh, Figaro.

I forgot to open the window.

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 wished?

I wished that my little Pinocchio might be a real boy.

Wouldn't that be nice? Just think.

A real boy.

A very lovely thought, but not at all practical.

A real...

...boy.

Quiet!

After all, enough's enough.

Now what's up?

Hey, what's going on here?

As I live and breathe, a fairy!

Good Geppetto, you have given so much happiness to others.

You deserve to have your wish come true.

Little puppet made of pine, wake.

The gift of life is thine.

What they can't do these days.

I can move!

I can talk!

I can walk!

- Yes, Pinocchio, I've given you life. - Why?

Because, tonight, Geppetto wished for a real boy.

- Am I a real boy? - No, Pinocchio.

To make Geppetto's wish come true will be entirely up to you.

Up to me?

Prove yourself brave, truthful and unselfish,

and someday you will be a real boy.

A real boy!

- That won't be easy. - You must learn to choose

- between right and wrong. - Right and wrong?

But how will I know?

- How'll he know! - Your conscience will tell you.

- What are conscience? - What are conscience! I'll tell ya!

A conscience is that still, small voice that people won't listen to.

That's just the trouble with the world today.

- Are you my conscience? - Who, me?

Would you like to be Pinocchio's conscience?

Well...

Very well. What is your name?

Cricket's the name. Jiminy Cricket.

Kneel, Mr. Cricket.

No tricks now.

I dub you Pinocchio's conscience.

Lord high keeper of the knowledge of right and wrong,

counselor in moments of temptation

and guide along the straight and narrow path.

Arise, Sir Jiminy Cricket.

Well! My, my!

Say, that's pretty swell.

Gee, thanks!

- But don't I get a badge or somethin'? - Well, we'll see.

- You mean, maybe I will? - I shouldn't wonder.

- Make it a gold one? - Maybe.

Now remember, Pinocchio, be a good boy.

And always let your conscience be your guide.

- Goodbye, milady. - Goodbye.

Not bad, says I.

Oh, yeah!

Almost forgot about you.

Well, Pinoke...

Maybe you and I had better have a little heart-to-heart talk.

Why?

Well, you want to be a real boy, don't you?

All right, sit down, son.

Now, you see, the world is full of temptations.

- Temptations? - Yep! Temptations.

They're the wrong things that seem right at the time,

but even though the right things may seem wrong sometimes,

sometimes the wrong things...

...may be right at the wrong time, or vice versa.

Understand?

But I'm gonna do right.

Attaboy, Pinoke, and I'm gonna help ya.

And anytime you need me, you know, just whistle.

Like this.

Like this?

No, no. Try it again, Pinoke.

Like this?