"Thirsty little minds rushing to the fountain of knowledge."
"School, a noble institution."
"Well, well, well! Stromboli! So that old rascal is back in town, eh?"
"Remember,
Giddy, the time I tied strings on you, and passed you off as a puppet?"
"Oh, a little wooden boy."
"It's amazing! A live puppet without strings!"
"...if we play our cards right..."
"No, no, stupid! Don't be crude."
"Ah, yes, Giddy, as I was saying to the duchess only yesterday..."
"Well, well, quite the scholar I see."
"...then you haven't heard of..."
"Bright lights, music, applause, fame!"
"...that profile, that physique..."
"...why, he's a natural born actor, eh, Giddy?"
"Straight to the top! Why, I can see your name in lights..."
"Eh? Uh? Wha-wha-wha-what, what? Who? Jiminy? U-up where?"
"Now, now, now. Just calm down. Why, there's nothing up there to be afraid of."
"Now, where were we? Oh, yeah, ON TO THE THEATER!"
"And the dummy fell for it! Hook, line and sinker! And he still thinks we're his friends!"
"That shows you how low Honest John will stoop. He, Giddy?"
"And who do we have to...?"
"BUT THE LAW! SUPPOSE THEY..."
John and Gideon frightened by the Coachman.
"Well, how is the great actor?"
"Oh, my! You poor, poor boy..."
"...you must be a nervous wreck."
"We must diagnose this case at once."
"My, my, just as I thought.
"OH! This makes it perfectly clear!"
"My boy, you are allergic."
Yes, and there is only one cure. A vacation, on Pleasure Island!"
"Yes, that happy land of carefree boys, where everyday is a holiday!
"Why, of course you can go. I'm giving you my ticket."
"Come, the coach departs at midnight."
"Hi-diddle-dee-dee, it's pleasure isle for me"