Billy: You know what, Pinocchiochiochiochiochiochiochio? You're funny.
Pinocchio: Funny? Why... there's nothing funny about being made of wood.
Pinocchio: I sure wish I was a real boy, like you!
Billy: Uhh...yeah...well... I gotta go!...
Pinocchio: Yeah! And the only way for me to to become a real boy, is to devour the flesh of the real boy.
Can I please eat your flesh?
Billy: AAAAH!

(oh yeah, las cosas estupidas y simples vuelven a alegrarme la vida)