If you wish upon a star. Makes no difference

If you wish upon a star. Makes no difference who you are. If you wish upon a star your

dreams will come true!! "LIAR!" Pinocchio screamed. "It's YOU who lied, not ME!"

"No, YOU!" The woodcutter watched in horror as his nose and Pinocchio's nose grew in unison to be elephantine. "Now look what you've done!" They needed

colored by the signs of shops that had closed hours ago. The woodcutter and Pinocchio drove on into the outer darkness beyond the town. The Buick's radio only captured fragments of

faraway stations, splinters of songs that stuck in Pinocchio's ears. He imagined them to be ominous as the woodcutter drove him further out into the black night. "What a sap,"

barked Pinocchio. Normally he disliked Giuseppe's choice of music, but the sound of the woodwinds made him feel funny. Tears soon streamed down his cherry wood cheeks.

He missed the mother he never had. Suddenly Pinocchio became suspicious; how could his miss someone that never existed? It dawned on him that Giuseppe was using magic music

to manipulate him! Now Pinocchio fathomed the sudden urges that would overcome him to polish Giuseppe's shoes or buy him porn. To his dismay, he heard the hypnotic chords beginning

As soon as he touched the red patent leather pumps. They were barely used. He bought them for only ten dollops. His mum asked if he was crossdressing. He replied, "In my dreams."