[last lines]
Jiminy Cricket: [to the night sky] Thank you, milady. He deserved to be a real boy. And it sure was nice of you to...
[suddenly the whole area turns bright]
Jiminy Cricket: Huh? Wha... Oh? Wha...
[suddenly a big gold conscience badge appears on his shirt]
Jiminy Cricket: Well, I'll be! Ho-ho-ho! My, my! Solid gold, too. Oh, I think it's swell.
[he flashes the badge to the sky]