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Papa Geppetto, what is happening?

I've never seen such wonder.

Pinocchio? Brr.

What is it, my son? Oh, my wig.

Sorry.

Look. The rain is fuzzy.

Ha, ha, ha. That's not rain, my little acorn.

It is snow.

Snow?

Christmas snow.

And the people, everybody laughs and sings

and laughs some more and...

They are filled with the Christmas spirit.

I've never heard of Christmas.

That is because you have never seen Christmas.

It only happens once a year.

And last year this time,

you were still the branch of a tree...

...my little wooden son.

Christmas is for everyone.

And it is less than a week away.

Oh, well, now, Pinocchio, I must decorate

and make cookies and wrap gifts.

I wanna be part of Christmas too.

Me too. Merry--

Down, you foolish feline.

Do you wanna give away our plans?

Oh, do we have plans?

And just what do you think we were planning all last night?

Plans.

Correct.

Pinocchio is the world's only walking, talking marionette

without strings.

He is a living toy.

He would make a perfect Christmas surprise

for some child.

We'll just whisk him away and find a wealthy father

who will pay us handsomely

to place Pinocchio under his tree.

Good idea.

I hope this is the best Christmas ever.

I hope so too.

Knock on wood.

Now, off to school with you.

Aw, do I have to, Papa Geppetto?

School is fun just before Christmas.

The teacher reads you stories.

But, Papa--

Now, now, now, no more arguments.

You must go to school,

and I must make my Christmas list.

Christmas lists, mmph.

Such a problem.

A happy problem, but a problem nevertheless.

* I never know What gifts to buy *

* Do you? Mm, never *

* On all my lists Are scarves and ties *

* You too? Me too *

* I never know The size of gloves *

* The length of sleeves The color she loves *

* And every time I buy a book *

* They've read it *

* I've read it * * Christmas gifts

* You're right * * Forget it

A scarf is nice. Warm.

Dull.

* I never know What gifts to buy *

* Do you?

* On all my lists Are things scratched out *

* Me too

* For shoes and socks Are strictly "no"s *

* And hats are tough Does she like bows? *

* And if I buy a sweater They'll return it *

* True * Christmas gifts

* Well, durn it

A tie would be nice. Red and blue.

Ooh, exciting.

Dull.

* I never know What gifts to buy *

* Do you?

* On all my lists Are scarves and ties *

* You too

* I guess this year You'll do the same *

* I'll burn the list And to each name *

* I'll send my best regards And then forget it *

* Forget it * Christmas gifts

* I never know What gifts to buy *

* Forget it

That's easy for you to say.

But it's Christmas.

Oh, what am I talking about anyway?

I haven't got a copper for food, let alone money for gifts.

If there was only something I could sell.

But you are my old friend, Guccimo.

Yet you only offer 10 lire for these fine boots?

I'm doing you a favor.

Now, I'll be lucky if I get nine for them.

Papa, a Christmas gift for me?

Oh, Papa, what is it?

It's a book.

Oh, an arithmetic book.

Why, look, look, with chapters on addition

and subtraction and--

But, it's not Christmas yet.

You keep it until then.

No, no, no.

You can use it in school right away, today.

Thank you, Papa. Ha, ha.

He really likes it.

But your father just bought this, Pinocchio.

Are you certain?

He changed his mind.

He wants me to have a toy instead.

Oh, oh.

What's wrong?

My nose. Must be my imagination.

How much for the book?

Well, I can't give as much as Geppetto paid for it.

How's five coppers?

That's more than I ever had.

Wow, with all this money

I'll be able to buy Papa Geppetto

a Christmas present too.

Want me to bean him with this?

No. Perish the thought.

Oh, my.

One, twelve, four, seventy-eleven, three.

Look, I can count. Who needs an arithmetic book?

He's got money. See?

Hey.

Fox. Cat.

Where'd you fall from?

Well, we were on the roof and--

Wait, ahem. I'll explain things.

We fell from heaven.

Really?

An angel spoke to us.

What did she say?

She said, "Plant those coins of yours

"in the enchanted Christmas snow,

"and before the sun sets,

"they will grow into a magnificent Christmas tree

covered with hundreds of gold and silver coins."

Gee, thanks a lot.

You really are good friends.

Now I'll be rich before sundown.

* Gonna get lucky Knock on wood *

* Knock on wood Knock on wood *

* Gonna get lucky Knock on wood *

* Gonna be rich and famous

* I'm gonna buy my daddy *

* Lots of Christmas cheer

* A brand-new coat And a walkin' cane *

* I'll buy him A new career *

* Gonna get lucky Knock on wood *

* Knock on wood Knock on wood *

* Gonna get lucky Knock on wood *

* Gonna be rich and famous

* I'm gonna change My outlook *

* To positive and up

* And I'm gonna put An ounce of gold *

* Into every beggar's cup *

Do tell.

* Gonna get lucky Knock on wood *

* Knock on wood Knock on wood *

* Gonna get lucky Knock on wood *

* Gonna be rich and famous

* Gonna be rich and famous

* Gonna be rich and famous

Knock on wood.

Cease the knocking, my little pine nut.

I will make you rich and famous.

Who are you?

Maestro Fire-Eater.

Puppeteer extraordinaire.

Ah, yes, my card.

There's nothing written on it.

That's okay, you can't read anyway.

I'm producing a glorious Christmas extravaganza.

A living marionette would be the pièce de résistance,

as they say in Swahili.

I'll make you a star.

I don't think so.

Lord help us all when puppets start to think.

You wanna be rich and famous, don't you?

I'm rich already.

The sun's almost down.

Thank you very much, though. Goodbye.

Drat.

But why don't we wait till the tree grows

and then take all the gold and silver coins?

I don't understand.

There isn't any tree.

That was just a story to trick Pinocchio.

Well, that's not very nice of the angel.

There wasn't any angel. Look.

Knock on wood. Knock on wood.

Quick, here he comes. Cover up the hole.

Gee.

Where's that silver and gold Christmas tree?

It didn't grow. I don't understand.

The angel said that as long as the little wooden boy

had never played hooky from school,

it was bound to grow.

Gee, I guess I played hooky, lots of times.

Oh, no wonder.

Why, I wouldn't be surprised to find

that your pennies had disappeared.

Me neither too.

They're gone.

Gee, no money for presents or anything.

I'll never be able to buy Papa Geppetto a gift now.

Unless...

Why are you calling me Sir Larry Olive-Tree?

In the theater,

you gotta use a nom de plumey

as they say in Zanzibar.

But what will I do out there?

Just go out there and be funny.

How do I do that?

Fall down, look silly, trip over your feet.

Never fear.

I'll be operating the other puppets.

I'll make you look good.

But-- But if I'm funny, they may laugh at me.

Laugh at you? You should be that lucky.

My boy, that's the whole idea.

* Let 'em laugh Let 'em laugh *

* Let 'em laugh till They fall down on the floor *

* Let 'em laugh Let 'em laugh *

* Let 'em laugh till Their laughers get all sore *

* Let 'em ha Let 'em ho *

* Let 'em roar Let 'em go *

* Let 'em laugh Let 'em laugh *

* Let 'em laugh *

* Let 'em hee Let 'em haw *

* Hoot and holler And guffaw *

* Let 'em laugh, let 'em laugh Let 'em laugh *

* Let 'em laugh * * Let 'em laugh *

* Let 'em laugh * * Let 'em laugh *

* Let 'em laugh till Their eyes are teary red *

* Oh, let 'em laugh * * Let 'em laugh *

* Let 'em laugh * * Let 'em laugh *

* Let 'em laugh till They laugh themselves to bed *

* Let 'em chuckle and howl *

* Let 'em grunt Let 'em growl *

* Let 'em laugh, let 'em laugh Let 'em laugh *

* Let 'em snicker and snort *

* Giggle, cackle and cavort

* Let 'em laugh *

* Let 'em laugh Let 'em laugh *

Ow.

They're laughing at me.

But they are supposed to laugh.

You're a wonderful actor.

Yeah?

Gee, you're pretty. What's your name?

I am called Julietta.

That's a pretty name.

And if you say it's okay they laugh,

it's okay with me too.

Pinocchio! Pinocchio!

Ohh.

You've never stayed out so late.

Did you see a little wooden boy?

Right.

There's a puppet show in the town square

that's got a so-called living marionette.

Ah, aha. Thank you. Thank you.

"Sir Larry Olive-Tree."

Oh.

No, it must be another living marionette.

Pinocchio! Where are you, my boy?

Splendid job, my little son of a sawhorse.

You were a smash.

Socko, boffo, as they say in gay Paree.

I never would've gotten through it

if it wasn't for Julietta here.

Will she be with me all the time?

Alas, no.

I need to, um, revise her for the Christmas pageant.

I'm short one Wise Man.

But she's a pretty girl.

And last week, she was a dancing bear.

We just change the costume, paint on a new face,

attach a beard,

carve a big nose, make her fat, and shave her head bald.

We'll have her looking like a perfect Wise Man in no time.

Wait. I'll get my glue and paint pots.

I'll show you. Easy as pie.

My dolls are troopers, they are. Oh, yes.

Oh, Julietta, I know you are just a doll.

But you seem like a very special friend to me.

And maybe someday you will come to life too,

like I did.

I don't want you fat with a big nose,

and a beard and a bald head.

Come with me. Papa will let you stay with us.

Egad!

That bump on a log has purloined the ingénue.

Come back, thief! Police!

Come back here, you ungrateful termite fodder.

What is the trouble, Maestro Fire-Eater?

Catch Pinocchio. He's a puppet-napper.

A mario-kid-- A napper, uh, uh, uh...

Drat. There he goes. Get him.

Fetch. Bravissimo, Fortissimo.

You'll be safe soon. You can have Christmas with us.

Our house is just around the corner.

Uh-oh.

We'll never make it. Better go this way.

This is gonna be chilly, but we'll lose them.

Bravissimo, Fortissimo. Stay.

It's no use.

They are headed toward the Forest of Enchantment.

No one goes there at night.

Especially me.

It's haunted.

Don't be frightened now.

This is the Forest of Enchantment.

You should feel safe among the trees,

my little wooden friend.

This was my first home. I was a part of this forest.

Just a branch on an enchanted tree.

What would become of me?

I was sold as firewood

to old Mr. Cherry, the master carpenter.

I thought, "Was this to be the end of me?"

Oh, no, you're too pretty to burn in the stove.

I will turn you into a table leg.

My adventures were just beginning.

Do you know that when an expert carpenter

does his beautiful work, it tickles the wood?

What was that?

Whew, hearing things.

A, uh, mysterious voice.

It came from this piece of wood. I'm sure it did.

Say something.

Of course I couldn't talk yet.

I had no mouth.

I can't talk.

It's-- It's haunted.

This log is bewitched. I must get rid of it.

Good day, my old friend.

I've come to purchase a piece of wood.

Ha, ha, Geppetto, the wood carver.

I have a splendid piece for you.

I can't pay much.

For you, it's free. Take it and go.

Well, I'll wager you are curious as to what you will be.

Mm-hm.

Yes, I thought so.

I am going...

to make you into...

a marionette.

Hm?

Yes.

Then I can sell you to a puppeteer.

Or, perhaps you will be a Christmas toy.

You like that?

Good.

Bless my soul. Who am I talking to?

A wooden log?

Oh. Wig. Never fits.

I'll give you a saucy little mouth.

Now I have something to speak with.

Well, of course.

Nobody can talk without a mouth.

What? Who are you?

Pinocchio.

Oh, Pinocchio.

No wonder. Well...

A stick of wood does not have a name.

I'm no longer a stick of wood.

Yeah, well, not until I'm a maI carve the rest of you.

What's wrong with me? I'd better stop.

Finish me, finish me.

Yes, of course, of course.

Huh. Well...

Well, I'll figure it out later.

There.

You are complete.

Ow!

Why did you do that?

I-- I don't know.

Well, that hurt.

I'm-- I'm sorry.

Naughty, naughty boy.

No. No, you're a good boy.

Why do you call me boy?

I'm just a marionette, aren't I?

Oh, ho.

Oh, Pinocchio, you are so much more.

Thank you.

For what?

I'm just a lonely man.

You will be like my son.

And I will be a father to you.

Papa Geppetto? I will try to be a good boy,

but I have a feeling it isn't going to be easy for me.

Stop that.

Ah. That scamp was throwing my custard pies.

And because I always got into trouble,

none of the children would play with me.

Finally, I made friends.

The Fox and the Cat. They taught me things.

Like how to borrow apples and tell fibs

and play hooky from school.

He hasn't been in school for three days.

A cricket.

But all he did was preach and give advice all day.

You're a mess, kid. You'll break your papa's heart.

You'll end up in the poorhouse or jail.

Take it from me, start changing your ways.

And how do I do that, sir?

Put those schoolbooks of yours to good use.

Okay. How's this?

Hey.

I'm leaving, kid.

There isn't room here for the both of us.

And I don't take up much room. Geppetto, what can I say?

I'm sorry.

Gee, I didn't mean...

Oh, I'm sorry.

Oh, Pinocchio.

Now you've even driven my little cricket friend away.

What am I to do with you?

Maybe the beauty of Christmas will change his ways.

because I'm in more trouble now than ever.

It was going to be such a merry Christmas too.

Will I ever see Papa again?

Pinocchio!

Pinocchio, where are you?

Pinocchio!

I don't care what you've done.

I forgive you, my son.

Pinocchio! Pinocchio!

Heh, heh, heh! I will pay well for that marionette.

But tell me, sleigh driver, how do you know about Pinocchio?

I saw him perform tonight.

My master, the duke,

would certainly like to give his brats such a Christmas toy.

Really? Great minds work in the same--

Here's the gold.

Bring Pinocchio to my sleigh

by tomorrow noon, without fail...

if you know what's good for you.

Pinocchio!

You must come home.

In two days, it will be Christmas.

You want Pinocchio? I want Pinocchio.

Everybody wants Pinocchio.

My public clamors for him.

But the little blockhead has absconded these parts.

That's why I'm fabricating a new Pinocchio.

But he's not alive.

Shh. I'm hoping they won't notice.

Who is it? The police.

The police?

Pinocchio got away.

He's in the Forest of Enchantment.

No one can find him there.

The forest, eh?

Isn't it supposed to be haunted?

Just a silly superstition.

And I'm certainly not superstitious. Are you?

No. But maybe the ghosts are.

There he is.

Pinocchio.

My old friends. Hello, hello.

Gee, do you really know how to bring Julietta to life?

- Not really, but-- - Yes.

Use a secret medicine called Essence of Back-to-life-odine.

I don't know if I could find that.

I don't know if I could pronounce it.

You must travel over seven mountains

and through seven valleys to find it.

There is a sleigh leaving tomorrow noon.

Are you sure you're telling me the truth?

Oh, Pinocchio, every word I say is the truth.

Really, really?

* It's the unvarnished truth *

* The naked truth

* Or may lightning Strike me down *

Ahh! * It's the honest truth *

* The sober truth

* Or may lightning Strike me down *

Ahh! * It's the truth *

* The whole truth And nothing but *

* Tell you what Here's a written guarantee *

* That it's the gospel truth *

* The straight-out truth

* Or may lightning Strike that tree *

* It's the truth *

* The whole truth And nothing but *

* Tell you what

* Here's A written guarantee *

* That it's the gospel truth *

* The straight-out truth

* Or may lightning Strike that tree *

* I'm an honest fox *

* So don't think me Any other *

* He's an honest fox *

* You can trust him Like your brother *

* And that's The unvarnished truth *

* The naked truth

* Or may lightning Strike me down *

Ahh!

* The honest truth

* The sober truth

* Or may lightning Strike me down *

* It's the truth *

* The whole truth And nothing but *

* Tell you what

* Here's A written guarantee *

* That it's the gospel truth *

* The straight-out truth

* Or may lightning Strike that tree *

Hey, kitty, whatever is wrong?

It's the truth. It's the truth.

Well, all right.

I'll go on that sleigh ride.

Oh.

Look. What's that?

What's that? What's that?

Uh... Hey, just a ghost.

A ghost! Yaah!

Pinocchio.

Pinocchio.

Bring Pinocchio and the girl marionette

to my chalet.

This better work.

Hello, folks.

I'm gonna tell you a funny joke.

A funny thing happened to me on the way to the puppet show.

Boo! He's awful.

Look, he's got strings.

We're being tricked.

Unfortunately, you do not please the populace.

You're through.

Careerfinis, as they say in Borneo.

You peaked at 7, sonny. Scram.

Good morning, Pinocchio.

Who are you?

I am Lady Azura.

I seem to remember.

Yes, my child.

I planted the seedling

from which sprang the tree that gave you life.

Then you are my mother?

In a way, yes.

And, oh, my son,

I am not pleased with what I see.

I have sent for a doctor to treat you.

Dr. Cricket.

At your service, Your Fairyship.

Thanks, pup. It's a big jump from the mantel.

And I'm getting old.

It's the cricket.

Dr. Cricket. I'll thank you to use my correct moniker.

Well, aren't you a sorry sight?

Running away from the police.

Stealing little lady puppets.

No, no, it was nothing like that.

Then how was it, Pinocchio?

And mind you, the truth.

Oh, sure.

Well, you see, she's really not a puppet.

She's this, um, lost princess.

Come off it.

No, she is.

What the...?

Go on, Pinocchio. A princess.

Uh-huh.

And this evil wizard placed a spell on her

and turned her into wood.

Oh, wow.

Are you certain?

You wanna take that back?

Uh-uh.

It's his story and he's stuck with it.

Gee whiz!

Do continue.

And Fire-Eater works for the wizard.

So I had to take her and get her back to her father.

So he could call out his army and capture the wizard.

And we'll all live happily ever after.

And that's the truth.

What's happening?

Your nose has grown to match the lies you tell me.

But how do I get my real nose back?

Simply by telling the truth. You know that.

I was trying to earn money

for Christmas presents at the show.

And I met Julietta and wished she was alive.

And Fire-Eater said he was gonna put whiskers on her.

So I saved her and ran away and came here,

and that's the truth.

See? The nose knows.

All this because you wanted to buy Christmas presents?

Then you are not really a bad boy.

Just foolish, perhaps.

Foolish?

You don't need gold to give a gift to someone you love.

* Put your love in a poem

* Roses are red

* Put your love in a letter

* Words never said

* Whisper love When you're feeling shy *

* Sing of love And the world will cry *

* Save your love For a present *

* Give it away

* The perfect gift

* For Christmas Day

I'll try.

Try hard, my little wooden head.

Change your ways

and perhaps your Julietta will come to life.

Really?

Especially if she has something to live for.

I'll start now. Thank you, ma'am.

Take care of Julietta till I come back.

Goodbye, friends.

You just watch me now. Ha, ha, ha, ha.

If you don't mind, ma'am,

I'd like to stick close to him

and kind of see that he does right.

I owe it to his papa.

You may guide him,

but the decisions must be his own.

It's a deal.

Pinocchio!

What has happened to you?

No more life.

Oh, I'm too late.

Too late.

In this house, you came to life.

And here, you will rest.

Came to life.

Remember that first night?

How you tickled me and kicked my pants.

* I sit here reminiscing

* But part of me is missing

* My little wooden boy Has gone away *

* He loved to sit And hear me sing *

* He loved to join off-key

* He loved to dance He loved to laugh *

* He loved to simply be

* When he was good

* He was very, very good

* When he was bad

* He was very, very bad

* But through it all

* He was the very, very best

* Friend I ever had

* He loved to tell His childish lies *

* Until he made me mad

* And then of course He'd cry and say *

* "I'm sorry I was bad" *

* When he was good

* He was very, very good

* When he was bad

* He was very, very bad

* But through it all

* He was the very, very best

* Friend I ever had

Papa. Papa Geppetto.

I'm home in time for Christmas Eve tonight.

Good morning, Pinocchio.

Morning.

Glad to see he's back.

He's back!

Uh, Pinocchio, where are you going?

Home.

No, I don't think so.

This way, my friend.

But I've got to go home.

Home?

And what about the sleigh that's waiting for you?

What sleigh?

The one to take him to get the medicine

to bring Julietta to L-I-F-E.

Oh, you know what sleigh.

Oh, that sleigh.

I don't need that stuff. I've got a better way.

But you can't go home without Christmas presents.

Oh, no. Tonight is Christmas Eve.

I've got the best Christmas present in the world,

right here in my heart.

No, no, no, this will never do.

It won't?

What you've got to do...

is to go to the North Pole to see Santa Claus.

Why?

Because Santa will give him lots of good things

to give his father.

And then-- Will you stop interrupting?

But, Mr. Fox, I've changed my ways.

From now on, everything I get I will work for.

Well, I'm overwhelmed.

Well, you can work at the North Pole.

You can help Santa Claus.

Oh, how can a silly puppet help Santa?

You can teach the other toys how to dance.

Will you please be quiet?

You, uh, can teach the other toys how to dance.

I can see it all now.

The toys await you,

knowing you will teach them skills

which will win the hearts of children everywhere.

Now, dancing is very simple.

Just follow me.

* Dancin' *

* Let's go dancin' *

* Dancin' *

* Let's go dancin' *

* Let's go dancin' *

* Dancin', dancin', dancin' *

* Dancin' *

* Let's go dancin' *

* Dancin' *

* Let's go dancin' *

* Let's go dancin' *

* Dancin', dancin', dancin' *

* Come on, dancin' feet *

* Come on, dancin' feet *

* Get up on the beat

* Get up on the beat

* Come on, dancin' feet *

That's it. You're getting there.

Let's go.

* Dancin' *

* Let's go dancin' *

* Dancin' *

* Dancin' *

* Dancin' *

* Let's go dancin' *

* Let's go dancin' *

* Dancin', dancin' dancin' *

* Come on, dancin' feet *

* Come on, dancin' feet *

* Get up on the beat

* Get up on the beat

* Come on, dancin' feet *

Yeah!

* Dancin' feet *

* Let's go dancin' *

Wow!

Seems like fun.

Are you sure that's what I should do?

He's your friend, Pinocchio. Would he lead you astray?

I-- I guess not.

May lightning...

Uh, cancel that order.

Come, lad.

A sleigh leaves for the North Pole at noon.

We're off to Santa.

All aboard. All aboard.

All aboard for the--

The North Pole.

What's that?

You are going to the North Pole, aren't you?

My regards to the duke.

He'll be very appreciative.

Have a good time, Pinocchio.

Oh, he's gonna have a swell time.

In fact, I bet he'll never want to come back.

Oh, but I've got to come back by tonight.

Faster, boys. Faster.

Soon we'll be at the North Pole.

You'll hear Santa Claus laugh, "Ha, ha, ha."

You mean, "Ho, ho, ho."

* Simple glee is ho-ho-ho*

* Not the glee for me

* Wicked glee is ha-ha-ha

* That's wicked glee *

* Ah, wicked glee

* Ha-ha-ha for me

* Ah, wicked glee

* Ha-ha-ha for me

* Ah, wicked glee

* Ha-ha-ha for me

We're here.

But where are the elves?

And the toy workshop? Where's the reindeer?

This doesn't look like Santa's castle at the North Pole.

Maybe that's because it isn't.

Where are you taking me?

I should've gone home to Papa.

He should've. He should've.

Now he thinks of it.

You'd think the duke would like to see

what he's paying for.

Let me out of here.

Quiet. The sticker says don't open till Christmas.

The duke is away on state business.

He's always away.

He can only spare three minutes tonight, Christmas Eve,

to be with his children.

And now our business is finished.

This way, if you please.

A fine kettle of fish.

I hope you're satisfied.

Just a minute.

It looks like a present from Father, Jerrimy.

Probably like his other presents.

Better not leave.

Father will be passing through for Christmas soon.

Yeah. We don't wanna miss him.

Merry Christmas and all that nonsense.

Father! Father!

Now, now, no time for sentiment. Open your present.

I've got three whole wonderful minutes to spend with you.

Then I must be off on affairs of state.

Yes, sir.

Hurry now, only two minutes left.

Boy, it was stuffy in there.

See? A living marionette.

The only one in the world.

Very, very nice.

Very interesting.

Only nice? Merely interesting?

Do you know what that cost me?

Oh, well, I must be off.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself.

Here, now.

Christmas presents do not talk back to nobility.

Do you think it's what a present costs that counts?

I should have gotten a nice, polite choo-choo train.

What do you suggest?

How about a little something from your heart?

* Put your love In a poem *

* Roses are red

* Put your love In a letter *

* Words never said

* Whisper love When you're feeling shy *

* Sing of love And the world will cry *

* Save your love For a present *

* Give it away

* The perfect gift

* For Christmas Day

Your hat and coat, Your Grace.

You'll miss your train.

Put them back in the closet.

You know I always stay home for Christmas Day.

Really, Father?

It took a puppet to show me what Christmas really is.

Merry Christmas, my little ones.

Merry Christmas, Father.

Well, son,

you sure came through like a champ.

Yeah, but how will I get home in time for Christmas?

Papa is so far away.

Lady Azura, maybe you could give us a hand,

seeing as how you're magic and all.

The boy deserves a break.

Ho, ho, ho!

Uh-oh. That sleigh driver again.

No. He goes, "Ha, ha, ha."

That's "Ho, ho, ho."

Santa! Look.

Next stop, Geppetto's workshop.

Anyone need a lift? Ho, ho, ho.

I'm sure I heard something.

It was just Santa Claus, Papa.

Go back to sleep.

Oh, heh, heh.

Well, if that's all it was...

Santa Claus?

Pinocchio!

Merry Christmas, Papa. Merry Christmas.

My Christmas present is a promise

that I'll go to school

and obey you and always be good.

Oh, ho, ho. My beautiful Pinocchio.

Home again.

Now what?

Oh, Papa, look.

Wh-- What?

the fairy with the hair of blue.

And, oh, look.

My friend Julietta. She's come to life.

Who?

She can live with us, can't she, Papa?

Good heavens. Two of them.

Julietta.

Are you Pinocchio?

How...?

I had a reason to be me.

Ha, ha, come, everyone.

Poodles and monkeys too.

Christmas breakfast is ready.

I hope Lady Azura likes oatmeal.

It's all I have.

A Christmas toast.

With oatmeal?

To all of us on Christmas.

May we never change.

Especially you. Knock on wood.

Lady Azura, can you see in the future?

Will I always be this way?

You will try to be a good boy.

But it will not be easy.

You will be led astray again.

But that is life.

All of us stray at times.

Yes, my little one,

there will be other misadventures.

And you will think all is lost.

But remember what this Christmas has taught,

and you will not stray too far.

Then someday, a long time from now...

If it happens, you will know.

Oh, but all that is in the future.

Let us live one day at a time.

And what better day than Christmas?

To Christmas.

To Christmas.

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