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The Disney Chronicles II: Pinocchio - Dinodisneylover1



When they discovered the mysterious Book of Disney and experienced their first adventure inside it, they are ready for more. This time, the story about a puppet that came to life. 2nd instalment of this series.

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The Woodcarver's Shop/Little Wooden Head

Author's Note:

Well, here's the second chapter. I hope I'm doing a good job at the rest, because I'm a bit nervous if I am doing a good job at this.

Anyway, enjoy.

It was nighttime in the new world, the stars shone brightly over a sleepy cobblestone village at the bottom of the beautiful Alpine mountains. All was quiet until a spark formed in the night sky and the portal opened. Nine individuals emerged, landing roughly on the ground, grunting from the impact. They were none other than Twilight Sparkle and her friends.

“I was hoping for a soft landing,” Rarity groaned, rubbing her head.

“Ow… We really need a plan if we’re going to hit the ground this hard… Again,” Rainbow moaned, rubbing her head.

“Are you two okay, Apple Bloom?” Applejack asked, but then looked around. “Apple Bloom? Tender Taps? Where are ya?”

She looked around until she found her. There Apple Bloom stood, looking at her surroundings. Her eyes filled with adorable wonder, the same as her friend sitting beside her.

“Ah can’t believe it…” The little filly spoke. “Another world… Far from Equestria!”

Suddenly, she couldn’t contain herself any longer and jumped around.

“WOO-HOO! Thank you so much, Applejack! How did it feel when you first arrived…?”

“Hush, sugar cube!” Applejack whispered, covering her sister’s mouth. “There’s people sleeping here. We don’t want to wake them.”

“Sorry,” Apple Bloom whispered, smiling sheepishly.

(Music starts at 2:40)

Twilight, on the other hoof, admired the star-filled sky. Sparkles appeared before her eyes.

”Wow, Luna was right,” Twilight spoke, to herself. “The night is beautiful no matter what world we’re in.”

Rainbow flew high in the sky, looking around.

“Wow, this is different from Snow White’s world,” Rainbow spoke, before landing. “Almost looks like home.”

“So, um, where do we go?” Fluttershy asked. “I’d hate to sleep outside in the cold.”

“The book mentioned a shop of a woodcarver named Geppetto,” Twilight answered. “It’s got to be the one house where light is still shining…”

“FOUND IT!” Pinkie interrupted, pointing ahead.

Twilight looked and sure enough the pink party planner was right. Not far from them, there stood a house where light shone from the windows. That had to be Geppetto’s house.

So, what did Pinkie do? She hopped toward it.

“Pinkie!” Twilight called, quietly. “Wait!”

But the pink pony couldn’t wait, hopping merrily toward the window. She peered through it and just looking at the interior, a big smile formed on her friends. Her friends approached her, looking inside.

“It sure looks comfy in there,” Applejack said.

“Are we actually going inside a house of another world?” Apple Bloom asked, excitedly.

“Should we knock on the door, first?” Rainbow asked.

“We could try,” Spike said.

“I don’t know,” Twilight said. “I don’t want to scare whoever Geppetto is. We don’t even know him.”

“But we can’t just stay outside in the cold,” Pinkie said. “There’s a nice fire burning inside.”

“What do you think I should do, Pinkie?” Twilight asked, starting to panic. “You want me to knock on the door or pull on the bell and say, ‘Hello, we’re ponies from another world. Can we stay in your house?’ The human won’t believe what he’s seeing. Or worse! He could go crazy or have a heart attack or go both crazy and have a heart attack at the same time…”

“He could take us prisoner and do terrible things to us!” Pinkie added.

The ponies were already flustered with Twilight’s panic-mode, but the moment Pinkie spoke every pony faced her confused or scared.

“What? It could happen.”

(Pause at 0:28)

“Or… We can try the ‘safe’ method,” Spike suggested. “It would look like we’re breaking in someone’s house, but we wouldn’t be stealing or breaking stuff. Right?”

Spike does have a point, after all they’re innocent creatures. Plus, looking in, it was a shame to see a nice cheerful fire like that go to waste. Once she calmed down, Twilight thought for a moment.

“Hmm… I do remember a spell that can make us small for us to enter. Yes, that ‘could’ work.”

“Then, let’s do it!” Rainbow insists.

“Ooooh… We’ll be like cute little mice,” Pinkie imagined.

“That sounds lovely,” Fluttershy smiled.

“Alright, every pony,” Twilight said. “Gather around.”

As instructed, every pony gathered in a circle. Twilight’s horn began to glow, and in a flash they became very tiny.

“Wow,” Spike said, in a squeaky voice. “Everything’s bigger!”

“Hee-hee, you sound funny,” Pinkie squeaked.

“Me? Did you just hear yourself?”

Spike and Pinkie laughed, along with Rainbow Dash forgetting she had a squeaky voice too.

“Hey, even Rainbow has one,” Pinkie laughed. “HAHAHAHA!”

“Okay, it is really funny,” Twilight squeaked. “Now come on, every pony. There’s a small opening underneath the door. Follow me.”

With Twilight at the lead, they all crawled under the door. As the ponies and little dragon entered the house, they looked around.

“Stay close, sugar cube,” Applejack told Apple Bloom.

The little filly obeyed her big sister without hesitation. After all, in a place like this, you’d never know what to expect. A pony can’t be too careful, you know.

“Alright,” Twilight squeaked. “I think it’s time to bring us back to normal size.”

(Continue music)

Every pony gathered once more, as Twilight’s horn glows again. In a flash, they all assumed their normal size. None of them knew they were being watched… By something very tiny somewhere on the shelves. In the meantime, the ponies and dragon were looking around seeing no sign of danger. Then again, some ponies tend to overreact time to time, but mostly Twilight.

“Okay, looks safe to me,” Twilight confirmed.

“Then let’s get comfortable,” Rainbow suggested.

Which is what they did, as the ponies and dragon explored the shop. Pinkie, Apple Bloom, Tender Taps and Fluttershy approached the fireplace to warm themselves.

“Watch your tails, kids,” Pinkie warned. “Don’t want them to burn.”

As the ponies warmed themselves by the fire, they took another look around the house. Well, folks, you never saw such a place. Neither did our pony heroes or Spike. Little Apple Bloom and Tender were most excited to be here.

It sure was nice and cozy in here. The most fantastic clocks they ever laid their eyes on.

Cute little music boxes, each one a work of art.

Shelf after shelf of toys that Apple Bloom, Spike, and Tender could only dream of and all from another world.

Rarity, the most detail-oriented, admired the handiwork of the woodcarver.

“This is simply lovely,” The fashionista said, studying a music box. “All carved out of wood.”

“That Geppetto must be pretty talented,” Pinkie said.

“This place is pretty nice,” Applejack admits. “How bad can it be?”

“Did you see all those toys, big sis?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Yeah, ah saw them. But don’t go taking one without permission.”

“Yes, I know.”

As Apple Bloom looked around, something caught her eye and she couldn’t help but smile.

It was a puppet. It had black hair and wore a yellow shirt, red pants, white gloves, brown shoes, a big blue bow tie and yellow hat with a red feather. But something was missing. Sure, it had eyes and a nose, but no mouth or eyebrows. The little filly stood on her hind legs, placing her front hooves against the worktable to balance herself.

“Hey, A.J.,” Apple Bloom called out, quietly. “Look at that!”

Her big sister looked around and saw it.

“That’s a marionette. You know, a puppet with strings and joints.”

“I know what it is, silly,” Apple Bloom giggled. “I’ve just never seen one like this before. Ah think it looks cute.”

Tender and Spike saw the puppet too. It didn’t take long before the rest joined them as Spike climbed on a chair and onto the worktable for a closer look.

“Spike!” Twilight whispered, harshly. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry, Twilight. I’m just taking a closer look.”

“Oh my, that does look very nice,” Rarity admired. “If I compare this puppet to those of Claude, I’d say it looks more ‘alive’. A shame it doesn’t have a mouth or eyebrows, then it’d look smashing.”

“I think it’s lovely,” Fluttershy said.

Taking a closer look at the puppet, Spike gave three knocks on its head.

“Good piece of wood too,” Spike complimented.

Twilight rolled her eyes with a smile until…

(Pause at 1:45)

“Well, now.”

A voice from upstairs caused every pony to turn around in fright.

“Oh no!” Twilight gasped.

“What do we do, Twi?” Applejack asked.

“Quick, hide!” Twilight said.

Twilight lifted Spike with her magic, as Applejack grabbed her little sister and her friend.

“Stay with me, young’uns,” Applejack instructed.

Twilight desperately searched for a place to hide till she saw something.

“Quick! Under the table!”

All, but Pinkie and Spike, hid beneath a table with a cloth. Spike and Pinkie tried to hide under it, but there wasn’t enough room. Comically, Pinkie looked around till she saw something and it gave her an idea.

“Come along, dragon boy,” Pinkie said, grabbing Spike.

In her usual Pinkie way, she climbed one of the toy-filled shelves and sat on an empty space.

“Pinkie, what are you…?” Spike asked, confused.

“Shh!” Pinkie hushed. “Just stay still and don’t move.”

Pinkie demonstrated by looking like a toy. There wasn’t much time, so Spike did the same. Twilight saw everything, but there was no time to retrieve them. From the stairs, two individuals appeared. One was a cute little tuxedo kitten with more fur along the chest. The second, an elderly man with white hair, a moustache and glasses. He wore a light blue shirt, a red vest, black pants with grey stockings and brown shoes.

(Continue music)

“It won’t take much longer,” The old man replied.

The cat responds with a ‘meow’.

“Just a little more paint and he’s all finished.”

The ponies stayed perfectly still, whispering questions back and forth.

“Is that Geppetto?” Rarity asked.

“It’s got to be him,” Twilight nodded.

“He doesn’t look dangerous,” Fluttershy said.

Apple Bloom and Tender Taps couldn’t help but stare at this strange new creature.

“Ah can’t believe it,” Apple Bloom said, quietly. “Ah’m looking at a creature from another world. What is that, Twilight?”

“It’s not a ‘what’, but a ‘who’,” Twilight giggled softly. “He’s called a ‘human’, some of the best friends I’ve met are human. Like Snow White.”

The man, Geppetto, carried a cup of paint and a brush in his hands while approaching the puppet.

“I think he’ll be alright. Don’t you, Figaro?”

The kitten, Figaro, responds once again with a ‘meow’.

Soon, Geppetto starts to sing a tune while painting eyebrows on the puppet. Pinkie and Spike watch closely, though Spike almost fell off the shelf before Pinkie quickly caught him. Geppetto swirled his brush in a cup of water next to a bowl with a goldfish inside and grabbed some other paint from another cup. Figaro tried to hit the brush playfully.

“Aw, isn’t that a cute little kitty?” Pinkie asked.

“Shh!” Spike hushed. “Not so loud.”

“Sorry.”

Every pony watched Geppetto carefully paint a beautiful smile on the puppet’s face.

“See?” The old woodcarver said. “That makes a big difference.”

Figaro and the goldfish smiled at the woodcarver’s masterpiece. Even the hidden ponies, and Spike, were impressed.

“Now, that looks absolutely smashing,” Rarity complimented, quietly.

“That sure looks nice,” Applejack agreed.

“Very nice,” Apple Bloom added.

“That is very good,” Pinkie replied, with a big smile. “Right, Spike?”

“Absolutely,” Spike agreed.

“Very, very goo—”

Pinkie stopped when she faced the angry face of a cup shaped like the head of a king. Pinkie looked angrily at it, before facing the puppet.

“Oh well, you can’t please every pony,” Pinkie said to herself, returning an angry glare to the head.

Spike was confused by Pinkie’s reaction but said nothing of it.

Meanwhile, Geppetto placed his brush on the table and admires his creation with pride.

“Now, I have just the name for you: Pinocchio!”

“So, Pinocchio is the name of the puppet?” Twilight asked.

“Pinocchio,” Apple Bloom said, softly. “I like that name.”

“Eh, could be better,” Rainbow shrugged.

“Oh, come now, Rainbow,” Rarity argued. “Not everything has to be your style.”

“I think Pinocchio’s a lovely name,” Fluttershy replied.

“It’s gorgeous,” Rarity added.

“Do you like it, Figaro?” The old man asked the cat.

The little kitten thought for a moment, before shaking its head to Geppetto’s disappointment.

“No? You do, don’t you, Cleo?” He asked his goldfish.

Unfortunately, the fish gave the same reaction as Figaro.

“See?” Rainbow points out. “Even the cat and goldfish disagree.”

“Oh, what do animals know of taste in names?” Rarity asked.

“Really?” Rainbow asked, an eyebrow raised.

Then the old man pointed toward the puppet.

“Well, we’ll leave it to little wooden head. Do you like it?”

As a result, he pulled the string which made the puppet nod his head. Geppetto laughed at his own amusement.

“That settles it! Pinocchio it is!”

Every pony nodded in agreement, while Rainbow sighed.

“Alright, fine. I’ll go with it.”

“Come on, now, we’ll try you out,” Geppetto said, grabbing the puppet.

The old man approached the shelf Pinkie and Spike sat. They saw him coming and stood as still as possible. The woodcarver nearly passed by when he stopped, turning to the pink pony and dragon. For a moment, he took a very close look.

“Strange… I don’t remember creating these.”

The other ponies gasped, while Pinkie and Spike did their very best to stay still. Beads of sweat slowly poured from their heads, which they hoped Geppetto wouldn’t notice. Geppetto took one good look and then…

“Oh well. Maybe I did build them and forgot about it. Sometimes that age of mine really gets to me.”

The ponies sighed in relief as Geppetto approaches one of the music boxes.

“Now, then. Music, Professor!”

The old man pushed the button on a box with four people: A conductor, a thin man with a moustache playing a violin, a portly man with a moustache playing an accordion and a thinly man that held a sheet of music. The conductor readied the musicians and together they played beautiful music, while the man with the sheet music appeared to whistle. While Geppetto was busy, Pinkie and Spike stretched out.

“Phew,” Pinkie sighed, silently. “That was close.”

“That was kind of tense,” Spike admitted.

Twilight saw everything and nearly had a heart attack.

“Okay, Twilight. They’re alright, you can relax now.”

One of the ponies almost said something when Geppetto’s singing interrupted them. He was making the puppet move with the aid of the strings attached to it. Figaro, cutely, followed him while he sang.

The kitten curiously moved closer to the puppet till Geppetto made it fall on its behind. Figaro quickly hid behind his owner’s leg. He was about to hit the puppet but stopped.

“Oh-ho! How graceful!” Geppetto laughed before he sang further.

The ponies swayed their heads to the tune, while Spike took a closer look at the music box that was playing. He stared at the man that was whistling till he heard Geppetto coming closer. The dragon tried to act like a ballerina doing pirouettes, but the woodcarver was too busy with his puppet. Spike stopped acting and watched the puppet spinning around.

The goldfish, Cleo, was a little confused when the puppet approached her bowl, making silly faces in the process.

“Cleo, meet Pinocchio,” Geppetto introduced, tipping the puppet’s hat. “Say, ‘How do you do?’”

Cleo, a bit flattered, swam in a tiny circle. Figaro was licking his paw while Geppetto introduced the puppet to him.

“Say hello to Figaro.”

Geppetto made the puppet stroke the kitten, which Figaro enjoyed. Until Geppetto pulled a string to make the puppet kick the kitten’s behind playfully.

“Oops! Oh-ho-ho! Up to mischief already.”

“That wasn’t very nice,” Pinkie replied, yet giggled. “But that was still funny.”

The kitten hits the puppet’s shoe, making it hit its head and it got tangled. Geppetto fixed it in no time.

“You see what happens?” Geppetto asked.

Then he made the puppet land on all fours. The kitten, very watchful, walked backwards when the puppet crawled closer. On the last note, Figaro accidentally tripped from the staircase.

“Oh goodness,” Fluttershy cried, quietly. “Is he alright?”

“Eh, he’ll be fine,” Rainbow shrugged.

The blue Pegasus was right. Figaro slowly peeked its head till Geppetto made the puppet say ‘Boo!’, frightening the little cat back.

“Ha-ha-ha!” Rainbow laughed.

“Shh!” The ponies hushed.

Geppetto laughed at his little joke, as he picks up the puppet treating it like his own child.

“Up we go! Ahh… You’re a cute little fellow. And that smile? You know, I—”

As the old man rambled, Figaro meowed and rubbed against his leg, making his sock drop down. The cat meowed louder for attention. Geppetto pulled his sock to his leg again and lifted his kitten by the scruff.

“You rascal. Jealous, huh?”

“It sure looks that way,” Spike said to himself.

Geppetto brought the kitten close to his puppet.

“You know, Pinocchio, I think Figaro is jealous of you.”

Being a little whippersnapper, Figaro tries to hit Pinocchio again but fails. Geppetto placed both Pinocchio and Figaro on his worktable, stroking the kitten along its back to calm it down.

“Oh-ho, don’t worry, Figaro. I sti—”

Before Geppetto could finish, a tiny bell sound interrupted him.

“Uh-oh.”

The ponies and dragon faced his direction and saw the clocks making noise at the stroke of nine, one-by-one. It was as if they made music together. There was one with two ducks diving and reappearing from a pond, another shaped like a sunflower with a bee coming out. A cuckoo had three hatchlings and another with a man trying to chop the head off a turkey to no avail. A hunter tried to shoot a bird with a popgun, but also fails. A drunken man appears from a window making funny hiccup noises, while a mother spanks her child for breaking a few jars of jam. All this went on as Geppetto reached in his pocket to check his watch.

“I wonder what time it is.”

“Seriously?!” Rainbow asked. “That guy has a hundred clocks with the same time, and he asks, ‘What time it is’?”

Rainbow made a bit of a point, but the other ponies just shrug. Geppetto’s watch had two men clinking their glasses to each other. It showed the same time.

“It’s getting late,” Geppetto replied.

He placed his watch back in his pocket. Figaro began to yawn as Geppetto picked him up.

“Come, now. We go to bed.”

The woodcarver begins to yawn, as he playfully touched the puppet’s nose.

“Good night, Pinocchio. Little funny face.”

The ponies began to yawn too, given how late it is.

“Maybe its best we get some sleep too,” Twilight yawned.

“Under the table?” Rarity asked.

“Okay, we’ll wait till they sleep,” Twilight suggests. “We’ll figure out what to do then.”

“That was adorable,” Fluttershy said. “It’s like he treats Pinocchio as his son.”

“I can’t blame him,” Twilight nodded. “He lives all alone and the only company he has are a cat and a goldfish.”

“But surely a man like him must have a wife,” Rarity inquires. “Don’t you think?

“I don’t know,” Twilight replied.

Geppetto placed Figaro next to Cleo.

“Goodnight, Cleo,” He replied. “My little water baby.”

Geppetto stroked the goldfish along her back, then her belly which soothed her. Figaro was about to land on the ground when Geppetto stopped him.

“Figaro, you say good night too.”

The kitten turned and frowned at the goldfish, but Cleo wanted him to give her a kiss. The kitten faced his owner.

“Go on,” Geppetto ushered.

Against his will, Figaro licked the fishbowl and Cleo herself was very flattered. She happily swam in a little circle.

“Aw, that’s so cute,” Fluttershy said.

Rarity giggled at the scene, while Rainbow, on the other hoof, stuck out her tongue and placed a hoof in her mouth as Geppetto lifted Figaro again.

“Now go to sleep, my little mermaid. Good night.”

Cleo then swam to her castle to sleep, beginning to snore.

“Here’s the plan,” Twilight instructs. “We wait till they get in bed, then we can make ourselves comfortable. Okay?”

“Okay,” Everypony answered, in unison.