Go ahead. Tell her.
I was going to school till I met somebody.
Yeah. Two big monsters...
with big, green eyes.
Monsters? Weren't you afraid?
No, ma'am, but they tied me in a big sack.
You don't say!
And where was Sir Jiminy?
Leave me out of this.
They put him in a little sack.
- How did you escape? - I didn't.
They chopped me into firewood!
Oh! Oh, look! My nose!
Perhaps you haven't been telling the truth, Pinocchio.
- Perhaps? - Oh, but I have.
Every single word!
Oh, please, help me. I'm awful sorry.
You see, Pinocchio, a lie keeps growing and growing
until it's as plain as the nose on your face.
She's right, Pinoke. You better come clean.
I'll never lie again... honest, I won't.
Please, Your Honour...
...I mean, Miss Fairy.
Give him another chance...
for my sake, will ya? Huh?
I'll forgive you this once, but remember...
a boy who won't be good
might just as well be made of wood.
We'll be good, won't we?
Very well. But this is the last time I can help you.
Gee, look, Jiminy, my nose!
Hey, we're free! Come on, Pinoke.