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"Pinochchio"
Disney
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 note book!
Bless my soul! mmm! mm-hmm!
My,my!
Just as I thought-
A slight touch of monetary complications
With bucolic semilunar contraptions of the flying trapezes.
mm-hmm! Say hippopotamus.
(Pinochchio) hihohotamus
I knew it!
Compund transmission of the pandemonium
With percussion and spasmodic frantic disintegration!
Close your eyes- what do you see?
(Pinochchio) Nothing.
Open them- now what do you see?
(Pinochchio) Spots!
Aa-ha! Now the heart
ooo! my goodness!
A palpitating syncopsis of the killer diller
With a wicky-wacky stomping of the floy joy!
Quick doctor-that report.
Oh this makes it perfectly clear!
My boy, you are allergic!
(Pinochchio)allergic?
Yes! And there is only one cure.
A vacation - in pleasure island!
(Pinochchio) Pleasure island?
Yes! That happy island of carefree boys
Where every day is a holiday!
(Pinochchio) But I can't go- I-
Why of course you can go -I'm giving you my ticket. Here!
(Pinochchio) But I'm
Oh tut tut tut. Your health comes first!
Come, the coach departs at midnight.
Hi dididilee
It's pleasure island for me
Where every day is a holiday
And kids have nothing to do but play!
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