01x24 - Dennis' Paper Drive

[bunniefuu]

-Dennis, look at this towel!

-Boy, that's sure a
mess, isn't it, Mom.

I wonder who used that towel.

-You did yesterday.

-Oh, is that the one I used?

-Yes, and it was spanking clean.

-You know how that
happened, Mom?

I didn't wash my hands.

I just rubbed the
dirt off on the towel.

-Well, why on Earth would
you do a thing like that?

-Jeepers, Mom, I did it for you.

You said your bridge
club was coming over

and you wanted to keep
the washbowl clean.

[theme music]

-And the boy who collects the
most newspapers for the paper

drive wins a wonderful prize.

-Well, the boys
don't need a prize

for doing something for
charity, Mrs. Holland.

-Sure we do.

-What's the prize?

-Well, you boys may never
have seen one of these before.

-I know one thing.

It's not a nickel.

-It's not even a quarter.

-That's a silver dollar, boys.

My father gave me that
when I was little girl.

-It's very generous of you
to offer it as a prize.

-If it's too old
to buy sodas with,

I'd rather have a paper one.

-Oh, it'll buy sodas, all right.

Practically every youngster
in the neighborhood's

going to try to win it.

-Johnny Brady?

-Mhm.

He started collecting
papers yesterday.

-Well, I don't want
Johnny Brady to b*at me,

so I'm gonna get my
wagon and get going.

-I don't have a wagon.

-Me and you can be partners.

And after we win the
prize, we'll split it.

-Swell!

-It's a deal, Tommy.

-George, I made you
some soup for lunch,

and I want you to
clean your plate.

-Oh, well, thank you, Sis.

I haven't had service
like this like Martha

went to visit her mother.

-I know, and you're
getting absolutely peaked.

Now, you eat it up
before it gets cold.

-Oh, great Scott!

That soup is scalding.

-Well, that's the way soup
should be served, piping hot.

-It's a wonder I
didn't melt the spoon.

-George, don't play
with your food.

You eat it.

-Well, it's so hot, I
couldn't tell what kind it is.

-It's parsnip soup.

-Oh, no.

-Mhm.

Mother's old recipe.

She always said it
was good for you.

-Yes, I know, twice
a week for years.

I hate parsnip soup.

-Mother knew what
was best for you.

It's full of vitamins.
It'll make you strong.

-Oh, I don't believe it.

[doorbell]

-Oh, I'll get it.

You eat your soup.

[doorbell]

-That's all that
for a little plant.

-Hi, Miss Wilson.

-Is Mr. Wilson home?

-Why, yes, boys.

George, a couple of your little
friends are here to see you.

-Oh, Dennis.

Uh, uh, tell him I'm
about to take a nap, Sis.

-You just had a nap.

-Then I'm going to work
on my coin collection.

-We'll just take a minute.

-Parsnip soup and now Dennis.

-Hi, Mr. Wilson.

-Hi.
-Oh, hello boys.

Well, I finished it, June.

-Would you like another bowl?

-Yes, in about five years.

Now, what do you boys want?

-We want all your old
newspapers for the paper drive.

-Well, you're too late.

I've already given
them to Johnny Brady.

-Johnny Brady?

Jeepers, we're in a
contest for a dollar prize.

-Well, I'm sorry,
but you're too late.

The early bird catches
the worm, you know.

-Oh, we don't want any
worms, just papers.

-You see why he
drives me nuts, Sis?

You see?

-Now, George, he's
only a little boy.

Besides, I think
there's some papers

down in the basement
over by your workbench.

-Oh, not enough to
bother going down for.

-I'll get them, Mr. Wilson.

And while we're
down there, Tommy,

I'll show you Mr.
Wilson's new fishing rod.

-Oh, now, I'll--
I'll get the papers.

I'll get them.

-Would you boys like a cookie?

-Sure.
-Swell.

-Swell.
-Good.

Just a minute, and
I'll get it for you.

-Boy, she sure is a nice lady.

-She sure is.

I wonder what kind of
cookies we're gonna get.

-I hope it's chocolate.

-Me too.

-Boy, look at this, Dennis.

Sure is a skinny-looking thing.

-Yeah.

You know what my Mom does
when a plant's like that?

She puts it by the window.

-Well, let's do it for him then.

-OK.

We'll put it on
the television set.

-What do we do with this one?

-Put it where we got this one.

-Here you are, boys.

-Thank you, Miss Wilson.

-Yeah, thanks.
-Here.

Take them and run
along, and good luck.

Where'd you get the cookies?

-From Miss Wilson.

-Did you make them?

-No, they're store cookies.

-Well, then, why
didn't I get any?

I'm starving.

-After all that soup?

-Uh, well, especially
after all that soup.

Uh, all those vitamins
give a man an appetite.

-All right, George.

I'll get you some
in just a minute.

You come on, boys.

I'll show you to the door.

-Thanks for all your old
newspapers, Mr. Wilson.

And if we win the dollar,
we'll buy you a soda too.

-Fine, you do that.

-Bye Miss Wilson.

-Bye.

-Bye Mr. Wilson!

-Goodbye!
-Goodbye.

-Great Scott!

Why, that soup does
have vitamins in it.

Hurry up, Sis!

JUNE (OFFSCREEN):
I'm coming, George.

-Why, this is the
most fantastic thing

I've ever seen in my life.

-I'll get your cookies,
right away George,

-Oh, forget the cookies.

Bring me another
bowl of that soup!

-Yup, I'm all through.

Not much in the paper
tonight, is there.

Did you notice that?

Say, why don't I take
all this old paper that

doesn't have anything
in it out to the garage?

-I'm not finished
with that yet, Dennis.

-I bet you're through
then, huh, Dad.

-No, I'm not.
-Oh.

Boy, your eyes move fast, Dad.

I've never seen eyes
move so fast in my life.

They're just zipping
back and forth.

I bet you're the fastest
reader in the whole world.

-Dennis, I don't know
what you're worried about.

You know you're gonna
get our papers anyway.

If I were you, I'd be
making plans for tomorrow

when the big Sunday
edition comes out.

-That's right.

I've gotta figure out
some way to get them

from everybody in
the neighborhood

before Johnny Brady does.

-Good boy.

[thump]

[doorbell]

-Hi, Miss Wilson.

-Oh, good morning, Dennis.

What are you doing up so early?

-I brought Mr. Wilson
his morning paper

so he wouldn't have to
walk out on the lawn

and get his feet wet.

-That's very thoughtful
of you, Dennis,

but I don't know whether
Mr. Wilson's awake yet.

-I'll go up and
find out for you.

-Oh, oh, but don't you awaken
him if he's still asleep.

-Heck, no.

Mr. Wilson is my best friend.

I wouldn't do that.

(WHISPERING) Jeepers!

-Oh, great Scott!

What was that?

-Good morning, Mr. Wilson.

-Huh?

Oh, Dennis, what
are you doing here?

-I brought your
morning paper so you

could start reading
it right away.

I even put your
glasses on for you.

Would you like to
start with the funnies?

-I'm not ready for
the morning paper yet.

Why, I haven't even washed.

-You don't look dirty to me.

-Well, I am.

Uh, I mean, I always
wash before breakfast.

-That's funny.

I always wash after breakfast.

That way, I get all the
jelly and crumbs off my face.

You ought to try that
sometime, Mr. Wilson.

-I have had the same
washing habits for years,

and I am not going
to change now.

-Are you mad, Mr. Wilson?

-Yes, I'm mad.

You woke me out
of a sound sleep.

Now, as soon as I've
had my breakfast,

I'm going over to
speak to your parents.

You should be punished.

I hope they make you stay
in your room all day.

-But jeepers, I have to
be out collecting papers.

-Well, that's just too bad.

You should've thought of
that before you started

waking people up in the
middle of the night.

-Are you really coming over?

-Yes, I'm really coming over.

Now, go on home.

Kids.

-Hey, don't you think we
ought to hurry up and get out

of here?

-Dennis, what's your hurry?

-Jeepers, we don't want to
be late for church, do we?

-We've got plenty
of time, Dennis.

-And besides, we have to
wait for Mrs. Holland.

She's going to walk
over to church with us.

-Well, why don't we go over to
her house and meet her there?

-Because it's in
the wrong direction.

[doorbell]
-Whoops!

I better go up
and brush my hair.

-There is something funny
going on with that boy.

-Yes.

When there's something
funny going on with Dennis,

I seldom get a laugh out of it.

-Why, hello, Mrs. Holland.

Come on in.

-Good morning, Alice.

-Good morning, Mrs. Holland.

-Good morning, Dennis.

-Boy, we gotta hurry.

We're almost late already.

Better put on your hat, Mom.

Come on, Dad.

-Dennis, we have all
the time in the world.

Come on in and sit down.

-Thank you.

-Jeepers.

-Good morning, Henry.

-Good morning, Mrs. Holland.

How about a cup of coffee?

-Oh, thank you.
I'd like some.

-Good, I'll pour you one.

-Boy, look at all those
people going to church.

And they're all hurrying too.

I bet we're going to be late,
and they'll all look at us

and-- whoops!

-Dennis, what's
going on with you?

-Nothing, Mom.

Hey, Mrs. Holland, as long
we've got all this time,

why don't we got
out the back way

and I'll show you
how much newspapers

I've collected in the garage?

-Dennis, that can wait
until after church.

[doorbell]
-Whoops!

I better go up and
brush my hair again.

-Oh, good morning, Mr. Wilson.

-There's nothing good
about this morning, Alice.

I-- I want to speak
to you and Mitchell.

-Well, come on in.

Is anything wrong?

-Yes, there most certainly is.

-Good morning, Mr. Wilson.

-Good morning, Mr. Wilson.

-Mitchell, I'd like
to talk to you.

Do you know that that boy
of yours was over my house

last night in the
middle of the night?

-In the middle of the night?

-Well, how did he get in?

-Well, my sister let him in.

She was downstairs
fixing breakfast.

-In the middle of the night?

-Yes, it was in the
middle of the night.

-What did he want?

-Well, he brought me
the morning paper.

-In the middle of the night?

-OK, let's not quibble.

Maybe it was close to dawn.

-Well, the paper doesn't
arrive until : , Mr. Wilson.

-Well, anyway, he
woke me up, and I

like to sleep late on Sunday.

-Well, we certainly do
apologize, Mr. Wilson.

-Well, I don't
think that's enough.

I think he should
be disciplined.

-Dennis, come down here.

DENNIS (OFFSCREEN): Did I
hear you calling me, Dad?

-Yes, you did.
Come in here, please.

-Good morning, Mr. Wilson.

Did you come to go
to church with us?

-Dennis, did you wake Mr.
Wilson up this morning?

-It wasn't me, Dad.

It was that window shade.

It went bang, didn't
it, Mr. Wilson.

-Yes, because you
fooled with it.

-Dennis, what were you doing
over there in the first place?

-I went over to get
Mr. Wilson's Sunday

paper before Johnny Brady did.

-Oh, it was for the paper drive.

-Well, I don't care
what it was for.

-Mr. Wilson's right, Dennis.

You've been told many times
not to bother the Wilsons.

Now, I'm just going to
have to teach you a lesson.

When we get home
from church, you're

to go straight to
your room and not

leave it for the
rest of the day.

-Good.

-But how will I collect papers?

-Well, that's something you'll
have to give up for the day.

-OK.

I'm sorry I woke
you up, Mr. Wilson.

-Oh, the poor little boy.

He's only trying to
win this silver dollar

that my father gave me
when I was a little girl.

I'm giving it as a prize to the
child that collects the most

newspapers for the paper drive.

-Mrs. Holland, I
couldn't care less-- uh,

may I see that a moment, please?

Great Scott.

Well, I-- I think that's a
very nice thing for you to do,

Mrs. Holland.

Uh, I mean, boys can
always use spending money.

Well, if you'll excuse
me, I-- I must run.

Goodbye.

-Goodbye, Mr. Wilson.
-Goodbye, Mr. Wilson.

-That was an abrupt
change of attitude.

-Oh, yes, here it is, Sis.

The silver dollar.

It's worth-- great
Scott, up to $ .

-Isn't that wonderful?

-Oh, what an addition to my
collection that would make.

And it's in absolutely
mint condition.

-But George, you
can't enter that

newspaper-collecting contest.

That's for children.

-Oh, I don't intend to enter it.

But I intend to see
that Dennis wins.

And then, I'm going to trade
him that brand-new bicycle he's

been wanting for that silver
coin and all the soda he

wants besides.

-Hmm, I don't know.

It doesn't seem
right to me somehow.

-Now, how can I make
sure that Dennis wins?

Oh, Mitchell, you didn't think
I was serious about that?

-Well, yes.

He's been up in his room ever
since we got back from church.

-Oh, I feel so guilty.

Here I was pulling a big
practical joke pretending

to be angry, and it backfires
on poor little Dennis.

-Mr. Wilson, from
what you said, I--

-Oh, you know me, Mitchell.

Fun-loving George Wilson.

Call the boy down.

-Well, I don't know, Mr. Wilson.

He shouldn't have been
over at your house

at that time of the morning.

-It was the middle
of the morning.

-Well, I've taken
a stand with him,

and I just don't think
I should change it.

-Well, good heavens, my
own sister invited him in.

-Well--

-And besides,
Dennis is collecting

these papers for charity.

Now, you're not against
charity, are you?

-Well, of course not.

-All right then.

Call the boy down here.

-But--

-Mitchell, somewhere
in this city,

a baby is crying in hunger.

-Dennis, come down here.

-Now, that's right, boys.

I want you all to stack
your newspapers right here

in my garage.

There's more room in
mine than yours, Dennis.

-Gee, that's swell, Mr. Wilson.

Come on, Tommy.

Let's get started.

-Oh, uh, uh, just a minute.

I-- I'm not through yet.

-Did you have something
else in mind, Mr. Wilson?

-Uh, yes.

How much is the prize you
boys are trying to win?

-It's a dollar.

-Well, that only makes,
uh, $ . for each of you,

doesn't it?

-That'll buy a lot of root beer.

-Yes, but I think you
deserve more than that.

You know what I'm
going to do, boys?

-What?

-I'm going to give each
of you a dollar now.

For you, Dennis.

One for you, Tommy.

-Wow!

-Jeepers!

-And I want you to tell the
other three little boys who

are working on the paper drive
to bring their newspapers

to my garage, and I'll give
each of them a dollar too.

-Swell.

-I think you boys will
be sure to win the prize.

-Jeepers.

With your dollar and
Mrs. Holland's dollar,

we'll be rich.

-Oh, uh, didn't I
explain that part to you?

You see, uh, because I'm
letting you use my garage,

you have to give the
silver dollar to me.

But of course, if you boys
don't think that's fair, uh,

we can call the whole thing off.

-Oh, that's fair, Mr. Wilson.

-Yeah, that's more than fair.

This way, none of us can lose.

-That's right, none of us.
All right, boys.

You get to work.

-Boy, there goes a
swell guy, Tommy.

-He sure is.

-Here's where I'm
going to keep it, Sis.

Right here, the honor place
in my entire collection.

-I just don't approve of
what you're doing at all.

-Well, now, why not?

You know how much Dennis
has been wanting a bicycle.

Why, I'll even
get Tommy one too.

What do those boys care
about an old silver coin

compared to two
brand-new bicycles?

-Well, it isn't that.

Aren't you forgetting that
it's Mrs. Holland's coin worth

up to $ ?

And here you are scheming
to get it away from her.

-Oh, fiddle faddle.

What Mrs. Holland doesn't know
about the coin won't hurt her.

-Help me, Tommy.

-Well, boys, another batch
of papers for the garage?

-Yes, Miss Wilson.

I guess this is
probably the last bunch.

-Yeah, I think we got
every newspaper in town.

-Well, that's nice.

If you win the contest,
I'll bet you're

going to be glad to get
those bicycles that Mr.

Wilson's planning to
buy for both of you.

-He is?

Brand-new two wheelers?

-Wow!

-You know, it's strange
he didn't say anything

to you about the bikes.

But I guess he wants to
keep it as a surprise,

so don't say anything
to him about them.

-Miss Wilson, we'll
be so surprised

that even Mr. Wilson
will be surprised.

Thanks a lot.

Tommy and me have to go now.

Bye.
-Goodbye.

Bye, boys.

-Ow!

Help!
Help!

Sis, call the rescue squad!

-Hey, Dad, you better hurry up.

Mrs. Holland will be there in
just a minute to see if I win.

HENRY (OFFSCREEN): OK.

-Will Mr. Wilson be able
to come outside and watch?

-Heck, no.

His sister says he has to stay
in bed on account of his neck's

still stiff from being hit
by that bundle of paper.

-I'll say.

-Swell.

Let's go.

-Well, Sis, you
coming out the garage?

-George, the doctor
told you to stay in bed.

-Oh, not a chance.

With that coin at
stake, I'd be out there

if I had to carry my
head under my arm.

-I never thought I'd
live to see the day I'd

be so ashamed of my own
brother, tricking those boys out

of that valuable coin.

-Oh, June, stop
talking like that.

Now, are you coming or not?

-All right, I'm coming.

-Why, you mean to tell me
this is solid newspapers?

-Sure.

Mr. Wilson's car's
down at the garage

having the dents
taken out of it.

-The boys did a pretty good job,
don't you think, Mrs. Holland?

-Why, it's wonderful.

They have more papers than
any of the other boys.

-So do we win the dollar?

-You most certainly do.

And it makes me most
happy to present it to--

-Thank you very much.

-Why, Mr. Wilson.

-Well, you see, Mrs.
Holland, the-- the boys

and I have a little arrangement.

This silver dollar
now belongs to me.

-That's right, Mrs. Holland.

You know what good
old Mr. Wilson did?

He gave each of us a dollar so
we'd collect lots of papers.

That's why he gets
the silver one.

Wasn't that swell of him?

-It certainly was.

-Oh, that was very generous
of you, Mr. Wilson.

-Oh, it wasn't anything, really.

-Well, yes it was, Mr. Wilson.

And I-- I think we owe
you a vote of thanks

for allowing the boys to use
your garage as a collection

point.

-Really, it was nothing.

-Yes, it was, Mr. Wilson.

Do you know what you are
to me and the other kids?

You're kind of a hero.

-Oh, great Scott.

-And when we grow up, we
want to be just like you.

-The boys' admiration of
you is completely justified,

Mr. Wilson.

-Oh, well--

-But just let me tell you
how your thoughtfulness

and generosity are going to help
the orphans in this community.

-Well, now, please--

-Without you and
your support, we

wouldn't have half the
newspapers we now have.

And when you stop to think that
those newspapers represent food

and shoes and--
and clothing to all

the orphans in this community--

-Oh, now, please, Mrs.
Holland, I-- well, I'd

like to add something
to the drive.

-After all you've done?

-Well, yes.

You see, uh, I've been
looking at this coin,

and I've discovered it's
a rare issue of .

And it's worth about five--
it's worth $ , Mrs. Holland.

-What?

Are you sure?

-Oh, yes.

So I'd like to add this
to my coin collection

if you'd let me donate
a check for $

to the orphans' benefit.

-Jeepers.

Imagine Mr. Wilson doing
that on top of giving Tommy

and me brand-new
two-wheeler bikes.

-For heaven's sakes, I, uh, uh--

-Three cheers for
good old Mr. Wilson!

Hip, hip, hooray!

Hip, hip, hooray!

Hip, hip, hooray!