BEGINNINGS OF THE STORY BY JIMINY CRICKET
In the moonlit night, inside the library, while the books were piled up, the male librarian is finishing up the piled up of books on the selves and more and more to go. The dog was a red collar, the fur is yellow, his tail and ears are black. He's asleep in the bed.
"There we go. All done." the male librarian said.
He laughed and shut it off the computers and taking the briefcase. Until he walked up to the dog that he wants him to become a watchdog.
"Pluto, you'll staying inside the library, boy. Keep an eyes on the movies, books, magazines, musics, and stuff of many things. Let no one comes in the library for the rest of the night. Understand?" he said.
Pluto nods, salutes. As he left from the library, locked the doors up. Pluto marched through the corridor and looked around. He walked on to the hallway and see no one is here and continues to march in the library, stopped in the library, hearing a music-like noise. He sniffed his nose to sniffed around the library while the voice sang the tune gently.
"When you wish upon a star, Makes no difference who you are, Anything your heart desires, Will come to you, If your heart is in your dream, No request is too extreme, When you wish upon a star, As dreamers do." the voice singed.
"Fate is kind, She brings to those who love, The sweet fulfillment of, Their secret longing, Oh, oh, oh, oh!" the chorus sings in the air.
Pluto found the door of the meeting room, the beaming of spotlight. As it slowly made its way away from a book marked "Pinocchio", he looked at him. He is olive skin, thin black eyebrows, four-fingered hands, and wears the famous white gloves cricket who wears a royal blue top hat with an orange band near the base, a red vest with a single, pink button on the front, a yellow ascot, a black blazer, a high-collared white shirt, a sports tan pants, and a yellow shoes with black tips.
"Like a bolt out of the blue, Fate steps in and sees you through, When you wish upon a star, Your dreams come true!" the cricket ends the song.
Pluto whistles, bewilderment and confused. The cricket walked over to Pluto and smiled on his face.
"Hi, you must be Mickey's faithful dog, Pluto, right?" the cricket said.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" Pluto said, nods his head.
"Remember me. It's Jiminy Cricket, that's me." Jiminy said.
"Uh-huh." Pluto said.
"Pretty song, huh? I'll bet you big dog don't believe that, about a wish coming true, do you?" Jiminy said.
Pluto laughed, shrugs, "Yeah."
"Well, I didn't, either. Of course, I'm just a cricket singing my way from hearth to hearth, but let me tell you what made me change my mind." Jiminy said.
Jiminy tossed his hat fly into Pluto's head. Pluto was shrinking himself into the small size of Jiminy Cricket.
"Thank you very much." Jiminy said, takes the hat on his head.
Jiminy unhooked the book before opening it. Pluto gasped in horror, smiled for his surprised.
"You like it, huh?" Jiminy said.
"Yeah." Pluto said, smiled.
"One night a long time ago..." Jiminy said, looked the page about to close. "Ahem, pardon me."
Pluto is laughing about the page to close.
"I know, Pluto, I know." Jiminy said, held the page before taking the candle wick, fixing it up. "Wait till I fix this thing here. There. One night a long time ago, my travels took me to a quaint little village."
In the past, as it showed a small village, the quiet town was all lit out for the night.
Jiminy narrated, "It was a beautiful night. The stars were shining like diamonds high above the roofs of that sleepy old town. Pretty as a picture."
As he spoke next, a familiar figure, with tattered hat, gloves, a red scarf, green coat, yellow vest, and shoes with holes held his bag and pale umbrella, looking around.
Jiminy narrated, "As I wandered along the crooked streets, there wasn't a soul to be seen."
Then, he spotted a lighted window of a shop.
Jiminy narrated, "The only sign of life was a lighted window in the shop of a woodcarver named Geppetto. So, I hopped over..."
The cricket began hopping over, passing by an alley where the canine patrol marched in the town while he peeked in the house.
Jiminy narrated, "...and looked in. It was a shame to see a nice, cheerful fire going to waste."
As the cricket looked inside the window, Pluto looked at him and stopped for a shocked, grinning. He smiled for him. He touched Pluto's nose. Pluto holds the patrol hat, shrinking with it like Jiminy Cricket.
Jiminy narrated, "So what do I do?"
He hopped downward, then slid underneath the crack of the door carefully.
Jiminy narrated, "I go in."
Pluto opened the window door before he began entering the house, close it quietly. Jiminy nodded to him. Pluto looked up his head, throws the sailor hat in the trash. Jiminy is grabbing his bag, he glanced around.
Jiminy narrated, "I looked around."
Then, he began sneaking and hopping around a bit.
Jiminy narrated, "Of course, being in a strange place like that, I didn't know what to expect. A cricket can't be too careful, you know."
He nodded to him, waves to it. Pluto runs to the chair, jumps to the chair, looked around to see no one is here, bounces to the selves, slides down with the strings to the floor. Jiminy noticed the fireplace nearby, quickly going behind the small coal shovel, then looked around and smiled, placing his bag down and fixing himself.
Jiminy narrated, "Soon as I saw there was no one about, I made myself at home."
Pluto warmed himself by the fire, inhales and sighs.
Jiminy chuckled, said, "What's up, dog?"
Pluto shrugged to him. Jiminy shrugged for himself. After that, the cricket grinned, waltzing and twirling his cane before going near the burning hot coal, smiling a bit and warming his hands for a second. Then, he used his umbrella, snatching a piece of coal which rolled nearby him, and finally warming his behind.
Jiminy narrated, " As I stood there warming my...myself, I took a look around."
As he spoke, he looked at each toy, clock, and wooden carved item as did the newcomers outside.
Jiminy narrated, "Well, sir, you never saw such a place."
As he spoke, it showed the clocks, music boxes, and toys.
Jiminy narrated, "The most fantastic clocks you ever laid your eyes on, and all carved out of wood. And cute, little music boxes...each one a work of art. And shelf after shelf of toys and..."
Jiminy looked at Pluto on their eyes to eyes, face to face.
Jiminy narrated, "Well, you'll get picture."
He smiled for him. Pluto smiled for Jiminy a friendship. They have handshake for it.
Jiminy narrated, "Of course, Pluto is only the dog who belongs to Mickey Mouse's faithful pal. Now, Pluto looked at the photo of Mickey Mouse is in Civil War and he's the private. And the note from him what it says, 'Pluto, good luck to you. I'll see you when I get home. Signed, Mickey Mouse.' He salute to his in the photo. The note and photo into the fireplace to burn it. Pluto hugged me for a friend."
At that moment, the cricket stopped, noticing something. Pluto looked at it, smiled at something.
Jiminy narrated, "And then something else caught my eye...a puppet."
He looked up, noticing the strange mouthless puppet on the table. It was a black haired puppet with yellow hat with red feather, yellow shirt, white collar, blue bowtie, red lederhosen shorts with straps, white gloves, and brown shoes.
Jiminy narrated, "You know...one of those marionette things. All strings and joints."
Pluto smiled to Jiminy, eyed to the puppet. Jiminy shook his head, pushed Pluto to the table. Pluto holds the strings to go up with the face, sniffs it, climbed up to the selves. Jiminy notices Pluto wants him to meet the puppet. The cricket looked at it, then hopped on the stool for a moment before hopping to the table, looking at the puppet. He giggles to him.
"Cute little fellow." Jiminy said, pulls the strings. "Ding, ding. Going up!"
He climbed the string before looking at the head, knocking it.
"Good piece of wood, too." Jiminy said.
"Yeah." Pluto said.
Just then, the cricket heard a noise, yelping and quickly hiding as Pluto with comrades entered.
"Well now." the voice was saying.