Pinocchio1940

[On the coach to Pleasure Island, the boys are chatting and laughing. Pinocchio and Lampwick are riding up front with the Coachman]

Coachman:
[cracks his whip] Giddyap!

[Meanwhile, Jiminy hides under the coach, getting sick and coughing from the dust the donkeys pulling the coach are kicking up]

Jiminy:
Well... [coughs] Here we go again.

Lampwick:
Me name's Lampwick. What's yours?

Pinocchio:
[tips his hat] Pinocchio!

Lampwick:
Ever been to Pleasure Island?

Pinocchio:
Uh-uh. [shows Lampwick his "ticket" from Honest John] But Mr. Honest John gave me...

Lampwick:
Me, neither, but they say that it's a swell joint! No school, no cops. You can tear the joint apart, and nobody says a word! [the Coachman smiles evilly and cracks his whip again]

Pinocchio:
Honest John gave me...

Lampwick:
Loaf around, plenty to eat, plenty to drink. And it's all free!

Pinocchio:
Honest John...

Lampwick:
Boy, that's the place. I can hardly wait! [shoots his slingshot at the donkeys]

[They arrive at the docks and board a showboat. They arrive at Pleasure Island, which has various elements any amusement park has, including carnival rides. Balloons of clowns and policemen float above. The Coachman gestures the boys in]

Barker:
Right here, boys! Right here! Get your cakes, pies, dill pickles, and ice cream! Eat all you can! Be a glutton! Stuff yourselves! It's all free, boys! It's all free! Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry!

[inside a tent, the boys are pouncing on each other and punching each other]

Roughhouse Animatronic:
The Roughhouse! The Roughhouse! It's the roughest, toughest joint you've ever seen! Come in and pick a fight, boys!

Lampwick:
[eats his roast chicken while Pinocchio takes a lick of his ice cream cone] Oh, boy! A scrap! [tosses away his chicken] C'mon! Let's go in and poke somebody in the nose!

Pinocchio:
Why?

Lampwick:
Ah, just for the fun of it.

Pinocchio:
OK, Lampy! [tosses away his ice cream cone and pie and strolls into the Roughhouse with Lampwick; In another part of Pleasure Island, animatronic Indians are throwing handfuls of cigars to the boys]

Barker:
Tobacco Row! Tobacco Row! Get your cigars, cigarettes, and chewing tobacco! Come in and smoke your heads off, there's nobody here to stop you!

[Meanwhile, Jiminy is trying to avoid the boys running around, trying to step on him]

Jiminy:
Pinocchio! [coughs] Pinocchio! There's something phony about all of this. I gotta get him outta here.

[In a large luxurious house, the boys are knocking houseplants and statues over, breaking windows and furniture, and setting the entire house on fire]

Barker:
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry! See the Model Home! It's open for destruction! And it's all yours, boys! She's all yours!

Lampwick:
[he strikes a match on the Mona Lisa painting to light his cigar] What'd I tell ya? Ain't this a swell joint?

Pinocchio:
Yeah! [holds an axe] Bein' bad's a lot of fun, ain't it?

Lampwick:
Yeah, uh-huh. Get a load of that stained-glass window. [Picks up a brick and throws it at the stained glass window, shattering it. Meanwhile, back at the entrance, the Coachman turns to his henchmen]

Coachman:
Alright now! [cracks his whip] Hop to it, you blokes! Come on! Come on! Shut the doors and lock 'em tight! [The guards close the wooden doors] Now, get below and get them crates ready! [chuckles] Give a bad boy enough rope and he'll soon make a jackass of himself. [cackles evilly]