Pinocchio

Snooks what are you doing by the radio? I'm gonna listen to the lady as a swing-gill show. Oh I see and why that show. Because it's like Santa coffee and you know what? What? Well come on Snooks you're going to have a busy Christmas day and it's time you went to bed. Boy. Well I should think

If you'd want to go to bed and rest up for tomorrow, then you can play with your new toys all day long. Are you going to bed and rest up? Well, no. Why? Well, less Christmas you played with them more than I did.

A little selfish. Look, will you go to bed if I sing you a song? A lullaby? Uh-huh. Rock a bye, baby. Yes. I'd rather stay here. Well, you can sit by the radio all night.

But you're going to tell my favorite story. Pistachio. Pistachio. Mm-hmm. You mean Pinocchio. Pistachio is a nut. No, he ain't daddy. He's a little bit a boy. The little boy's name's Pinocchio. I know the story very well.

So do I. He's father, card, the matter would. Exactly. And do you know his father's name? Mm-hmm. What is it? Edgabroden. Just as I thought. You're bluffing. When I was your age, I knew the story of Pinocchio backwards.

Did you? Yes. Now will you go to sleep if I tell it to you? Backwards? No, forwards. All right, daddy. How many to story? All right. Once upon a time, long, long ago, there was a kindly old man named Japetto.

He was a toy maker, and he lived all alone. No one to talk to, but his cat and his goldfish. Did the cat really talk? Well, certainly it said meow. What did the goldfish say?