Pinocchio had seen another note on the board in the yellow room. Seems like everyone had places to be and that wasn't much fun. Shouldn't everyone want to be outside playing? Shouldn't everyone desire to enjoy the sun as it wakes from it's nightly slumber. Oh well, Pinocchio followed everyone to the place where they seemed to be meeting.

When he walked to the classroom, he smiled. PUPPETS! he screamed silently in his head. He looked around for a new puppetmaster, but all he saw was an unhappy looking woman. He walked up to her, still looking around for the puppetmaster. Remembering his manners, like Papa Gepetto had told him, he asked sort of quietly. Hello Ma'am. I see you have frames for the puppets. Are we going to make puppets today? I know all about puppets, even though I'm a real boy now. I don't see the puppetmaster though. Is he here? He looked rather dapper in his yellow shirt peeking out of his rather crudely made short pant overalls. (at least he thought so).