"Well, I guess we'd better make our way out of here if what you say is true," you say.
"I knew you'd see reason! Now, you just follow me! I know the best ways out!" Jiminy jumped off of the weed he was stood on and began to make his way back toward the entrance.
"Wait!" you say loudly, before clasping your hands to your mouth, remembering you didn't want to be seen. Looking over to the old lady you saw her glancing around, clearly having heard something, but she fails to notice you and turns back around. Sighing with relief, you look back at Jiminy. "Don't you think it'd be better if I carried you? After all, I'm sure I can move faster and this way, nobody will accidentally step on you." You lower your left hand, indicating for Jiminy to get on.
"Why thanks, kiddo," he begins, stepping on to your hand, "that'd be a gr-"
SPLAT!
You bring down your right hand as quickly as you possibly can, crushing Jiminy within your hands. Checking back to the booth, the old lady was still oblivious to you. Opening your hands, you see the mangled mess in your hands that was until moments ago Jiminy Cricket. wiping the mess from your hands and wiping the remains on your trousers, you prepare yourself to continue on your way. "Stupid beetle, don't try to tell me what to do," you mumble.