I'll fry you in the pan with the others.
I know you'll like it.

It's always a comfort to find oneself in good company." The unlucky Marionette, hearing this, began to cry and wail and beg.
With tears streaming down his cheeks, he said: "How much better it would have been for me to go to school! I did listen to my playmates and now I am paying for it! Oh! Oh! Oh!" And as he struggled and squirmed like an eel to escape from him, the Green Fisherman took a stout cord and tied him hand and foot, and threw him into the bottom of the tub with the others.
Then he pulled a wooden bowl full of flour out of a cupboard and started to roll the fish into it, one by one.

When they were white with it, he threw them into the pan.

The first to dance in the hot oil were the mullets, the bass followed, then the whitefish, the flounders, and the anchovies.

Pinocchio's turn came last.