[As Rumpelstiltskin angrily scrunches up a page from a library book about Shrek] Pinocchio: Uh, sir? You're gonna have to pay for that. Rumpelstiltskin: Uh... M-m-maybe we can make a deal for it, little boy? Pinocchio: Oh, I'm not a real boy. Rumpelstiltskin: [looking devious] Do you wanna be? [Cut to Pinocchio kicking Rumpel out] Pinocchio: NOBODY NEEDS YOUR DEALS ANYMORE, RUMPLE STINKY-PANTS!