Foulfellow:
[catches Pinocchio with his cane]
Well, well, Pinocchio! What's your rush?
Pinocchio:
I gotta beat Jiminy home - Oh, hello.
Foulfellow:
Well, how's the great actor?
Pinocchio:
I don't want to be an actor; Stromboli was terrible!
Foulfellow:
He was?
Pinocchio:
Yes, he locked me in a bird cage.
Foulfellow:
He did?
Pinocchio:
Uh-huh, but I learned my lesson, I'm going...
Foulfellow:
Oh, you poor, poor boy, you must be a nervous wreck. That's it! You are a nervous wreck. Ahem, we must diagnose this case at once, ahem. Quick, Doctor, your notebook.
[Gideon gets out a notebook and pretends to jot down notes as Foulfellow examines Pinocchio]

Foulfellow:
Bless my soul! Hmm... mm-hmm... My my. Just as I thought: A slight touch of monetary complications with bucolic semi-lunar contraptions of the flying trapezius. Mm-hmm. Say "hippopotamus".
Pinocchio:
Hi-ho-ha-amus.
Foulfellow:
I knew it! Compound transmission of the pandemonium with percussion of spasmodic frantic disintegration. Close your eyes! What do you see?
Pinocchio:
Nothing.
Foulfellow:
Open them! Now what do you see?
[Foulfellow holds his spotted handkerchief in front of Pinocchio's eyes]

Pinocchio:
Spots.
Foulfellow:
Aha! Now, that heart. Oh, my goodness!
Foulfellow:
[Foulfellow rattles his cane on a nearby windowsill as he pretends to listen to Pinocchio's heartbeat]
Palpitating syncopation of the killer diller with a wicky-wacky stamping of the floyjoy. Quick, Doctor, that report. Ohh, this makes it perfectly clear. My boy, you are allergic.
Pinocchio:
Allergic?
Foulfellow:
Yes, and there is only one cure: a vacation on Pleasure Island.

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Pinocchio (1940)

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