Lampwick and Pinocchio stood in the pool hall gasping in horror about what just happened.
Jiminy stood on top of the pool table. "We got to get you two out of here!"
Pinocchio ran out the back entrance of the pool hall, looking for an exit to this cruel world.
Why did he have to be such an idiot? He didn`t listen to his conscience and ended up becoming an actor. That was rather swell, until the performance ended. That wicked old gypsy locked him in a cage and said he was going to put Pinocchio`s face in everybody`s eyes! And just `because he was a gold brick, Stromboli was going to chop him into fire wood! Luckily, the Blue Fairy would help then, but would she help now in his greatest hour of humiliation?
They turned the corner. Pleasure Island was a mess, everything was beat up, torn down, and destroyed almost beyond repair. Lampwick wanted to say Gee , that was one swell party last night and laugh about it , but now didn`t seem like a moment to joke about .
The Island`s colorful palate had been stripped to a dark steel grey. The popcorn and junk food aroma vanished. Foot prints disappeared into donkey hoof marks.
A puddle of water was near Pinocchio`s side. He looked in the reflection, a tiny silver donkey with long ears. It made him want to cry.
Lampwick walked slowly, his head in shame. Being on this island was wrong, and deep down he knew it. When he hopped on the front seat of the coach early that month, a tiny voice had said you fool! Pleasure Island is only going to get you into trouble. But on the other hand, a strong and sarcastic voice said Humph! What would a few days of fun do to you? Go ahead kid, have all the fun you want! Lampwick listened to the stronger voice. He heard his weak conscices through the time on Pleasure Island telling him that smoking , destroying that model home , and skipping was all wrong and that he should go home and be a good boy . Again, the stronger voice said, who cares?
Lampwick wished he had listened to his conscience, he wouldn`t of been a donkey if he had!
"Hey you missed two! " A voice said, powerful and almighty. It was the man that brought them to the Island!
Pinocchio and Lampwick`s instant instincts were Run! Lampwick didn`t have to debate for that one!
Jiminy holding onto Pinocchio tail swayed back and forth as Pinocchio dodged garbage and debris.
A gang of men, or what Pinocchio thought where monsters, ran after them. The monsters where black shadow like figures with glowing yellow eyes.
Jiminy directed Pinocchio to the exit, the exit from this living hell. "Okay Pinocchio, left! Left! They two donkey made it to the locked doors. Lampwick clawed at it with his hoof. As the donkey fretted over how there was no way out, two of the monster grabbed each donkey by the ears and placed them each in a sack.
As Pinocchio and Lampwick were brought to the loading station, they tumbled hoping to ripe the burlap bags and be free from this life. But, just like their donkey bodies, they could not escape the sacks.
The two donkeys where plopped out of their sacks. They looked at each other, exchanging horrific looks.
The Coachman, brooder than he was tall stood before his newly transformed gold bricks. He turned to the larger reddish brown one. "And what is your name?" He asked sinisterly.
Lampwick tried to say his name but it only came out as Hee haw! He gasped. The Coachman grinded. He turned to the little grey one with blue eyes. "Can you talk? "
Pinocchio tried to say something but it only came out as brays. He shook his head.
"No?" The Coachman sarcastically said."Well in you go ..." He stripped Lampwick and Pinocchio off the remains of their clothes and banged them into a crate with two other donkeys. They both hit their heads against the back wall of the crate.
Lampwick struggled to stay concise, his head throbbing in pain. He could no longer stand and tumbled into the hay.
Over the next few minutes, Pinocchio felt the boat tugging on to heaven knows where! He cried silently, crying for his father.
"Cheer up Pinoke." His conscience reassured the donkey. "It can`t be all bad! "
But through his tears Pinocchio sobbed "I`ll might never see my father again!"
Pinocchio cried himself to sleep that night, begging for the Blue Fairy to help him. He didn`t care if he never become a real boy, he just wanted to see his father!