02x01 - Out of Retirement

[bunniefuu]

-Boy, have me and Mr.

Wilson been having fun.

-Oh, Dennis, I hope you haven't

been bothering Mr. Wilson.

-Heck, no.

He was glad to see me.

He said let's play a game.

-Mr. Wilson said

let's play a game?

-Sure.

I guess he has more fun

with me than with anybody.

-And what game did you play?

-Hide and seek.

Mr. Wilson said, I'll hide

first, if you can't find me,

the game's over and you go home.

So here I am.

-What do you mean

you can't get out?

GEORGE (BEHIND DOOR):

I can't open the door.

-Well, what were you

doing in there anyway?

-Well, Dennis and I were

playing-- Oh, never mind.

Just go get Mitchell.

He can take the

door off the hinges.

[theme music]

-You're almost a

free man, Mr. Wilson.

GEORGE (BEHIND DOOR): Oh, good.

Mr. Kramer's due any moment.

Oh, Kramer, he was your

old boss, wasn't he?

-Oh, indeed, he was.

He's the president

of the company.

-He was very unhappy when

George decided to retire.

GEORGE (BEHIND DOOR): Uh, tell

him what Mr. Kramer said, dear.

-He said the Kramer

Business Machine

Company was losing

a valuable employee.

-It's most valuable employee.

Ha, OK, Mr. Wilson,

push on the door.

There we are.

-Ah, thank you, Mitchell.

Oh, great Scott, I feel

like the prisoner of Zenda.

-What's Mr. Kramer

doing in town?

-Well, I don't know.

He called me long distance,

said it was very important

that he talk to me right away.

He was, why, he was

quite mysterious.

-George, you know what I think?

-Oh, now, Martha, I've been

retired for five years.

An important man

like Mr. Kramer isn't

going to waste his time

checking up on a dozen pencils.

-Do you want me to put that door

back before Kramer gets here?

-Oh, no, no, just leave

it there, Mitchell,

I'll take care of it.

-OK, in that case,

I'll run along.

I wouldn't want Kramer

seeing me dressed like this.

-Well, thanks again, Mitchell.

Bye.

-Bye.

-My we're lucky to have

such nice neighbors.

-Well, two-thirds

of them are nice.

That other third's

driving me off my rocker.

-George, what's your old

top hat doing down here?

-Oh, Dennis must have

found that up in the attic.

Heh, heh.

Well, say, you know, Martha,

it takes a certain flair

to wear a top hat.

-It certainly does, and you

have it more than anyone.

-Aw, thank you my

dear, but I don't

think I'd give Fred Astaire

much to worry about.

Do you?

-Well, I don't know, dear.

When you used to do your

Fred Astaire imitations--

-Oh, you remembered.

-Well, of course, I do, dear.

Do it for me now.

-Oh, no, no.

-Oh, go on, George, do it.

-Oh, Martha, don't be silly.

It's been too many years ago.

Well, what would

I use for a cane?

-Use this.

-All right, you

be Ginger Rogers.

-Oh, go on, George.

Well, let's see if

I can remember it.

Ah,rump, ba-bump, bump, ba.

[clapping]

-Oh, George, that was wonderful.

-Well, the old legs are

still pretty spry, eh?

-They certainly are.

Do it up and down

the stairs for me.

-Well, all right.

Say, you know, it's too bad

you don't have the camera out.

[doorbell ringing]

-Oh, great Scott!

Mr. Kramer.

-George Wilson, I

remember the Fred Astaire

imitation from the office party.

-Oh, heh, heh, Mr. Kramer.

Well, this is no party.

You see the little neighbor

boy-- eh, oh well, never mind.

If I told you about him,

you wouldn't believe it.

Oh, yes, he's responsible

for that door, too.

-My it's good to see

you again, Mr. Kramer.

-Good to see you, Mrs. Wilson.

-Won't you come in?

-Yes, thank you.

-My, it certainly is, well,

this is just like old times.

How have you been, Mr. Kramer?

-Oh, fine, Wilson, fine.

How about you?

Has your retirement been

everything you expected?

Oh, Oh yes, yes sir.

It's been marvelous,

yes, indeed.

I spend most of my time

working in the garden.

-You'd be amazed how much

time he spends out there.

He's turning our yard

into a regular showplace.

-Oh, my latest project is

right by this window here.

Yes, I have some

prize periwinkles.

They're just beginning to

poke their little heads up

above the ground.

Well, I'm eagerly

awaiting the moment

they burst into glorious bloom.

-Well, frankly,

Wilson, I was hoping

you were missing the company.

It certainly misses you.

-Oh, oh, well, I do.

Yes, Mr. Kramer, indeed.

That was a big part of

my life for many years.

Ho, a man doesn't

forget that overnight.

-How would you like

to come back to work?

Come back to work?

-Um-hmm.

-Mr. Kramer?

But why would you want an old

duffer like me back in harness.

Why you have plenty of

young men coming up.

-Well, they haven't any

experience or judgment,

or your executive ability.

-Well, that's very

nice of you, but--

-The Pittsburgh office

has gone to pot, Wilson.

The sales have fallen

off to the point where

it's either close

the office, or bring

in a man who knows

what he's doing.

And I think you're that man.

-Pittsburgh's in Pennsylvania.

-Yes, it would mean moving.

-Moving?

-Oh, moving?

Oh, well, I don't

know, Mr. Kramer.

-Well, now, think of the

financial end of it, Wilson.

Your investment income

can't be too much,

and we're prepared to make

you a very attractive deal.

Now, will you think it over?

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

DENNIS: Hello, Mr. Wilson.

Yes Mr. Kramer I

will think it over.

How soon do you

need my decision?

-Well, fast, Wilson.

I have a board of directors

meeting coming up.

I can only give you hours.

- hours?

Well, that's not much time.

-Hey, Mr. Wilson, want to

play some more hide and seek?

- hours will give me

plenty of time, Mr. Kramer.

-Well, how do you feel

about it, Mrs. Wilson?

-Well, naturally, I'll

do whatever George wants.

-But you'd rather stay here.

Oh

-Alice, this is our home.

This is where our friends

are, our neighbors.

-Well, Mr. Wilson hasn't

made up his mind yet, has he?

-No.

He's out in the hammock

thinking it over.

-Hi, Mr. Wilson.

How come you're taking

your nap with all

that stuff in your hand?

-I am not taking a nap.

And I have the

flyswatter, because I

can't stand flies on me.

And the lemonade,

because I'm thirsty.

Now are you satisfied?

-Sure.

Did you make the

lemonade like you usually

do with about

spoons of sugar in it?

-Yes, I did.

Now if you don't mind,

Dennis, I'm trying to think.

-What are you thinking about?

-Drat.

-There's some on your chin.

-Oh.

Well, I'm thinking about grave

issues and large sums of money.

-Didn't Mrs. Wilson

give you your allowance?

-I don't have an allowance.

-You haven't?

Jeepers.

I have.

-Great Scott.

-Do you want me to

lend you a nickel?

-No.

-A dime?

-A dime?

-No.

Now, look, Dennis, I

am trying to think.

If you're going

to stay here, you

have to be absolutely quiet.

-OK, Mr. Wilson.

-OK.

-Hey, Mr. Wilson, give

me your flyswatter.

-What?

-Give me the flyswatter.

-Oh!

For Pete's sake.

-He was right on that

spot where you spilled

the lemonade with

all the sugar in it.

-Well, I don't care

where he was, never

hit them when they're on me.

-Never?

No, never.

-OK, Mr. Wilson.

I'll just stand here

and wave at him.

-Of course, he is interested.

It makes him feel important.

And bless his heart, George

likes to feel important.

-What in the world?

-You'd think someone

was after him.

-Where is he?

Where is he?

-George, what's the matter?

-I'll tell you

what's the matter.

It's that boy.

-Well, now, hold on, Mr. Wilson.

What did he do?

I was out in the hammock, and

Dennis was hanging around.

-Well, what's the

matter with that?

-Oh, good gravy,

Martha, sometimes I

think you and I don't

know the same boy.

I was lying there.

I was thinking about Pittsburgh

and my eyes were closed.

-Well, was he making noise?

-No, he wasn't making a sound.

But I heard a buzzing.

-A buzzing?

-Yes.

And I opened my eyes,

and three honeybees right

on the front of my

shirt, and a couple more

coming in for a landing.

-Well, I wonder what

was attracting them?

-Well, uh, oh, never mind

what was attracting them.

The point is Dennis

had the flyswatter.

When I said, hit them.

He said, oh, I'd better not.

You'll get mad.

And so he just waved at

them with the flyswatter.

-Well, he was trying

to get them off you.

-Oh, sure.

Then the bees got mad, and

I had to run for my life.

-Well, were either

one of you stung?

-Yes, I was.

-Oh, George, where?

-Well, just never you mind.

But I'll tell you one thing,

if we move to Pittsburgh,

it will be because of Dennis.

-George, you don't mean that.

-Oh, I most certainly do.

-George isn't himself.

-Well, you can't blame him.

Bee stings are no fun.

-It's their chemistry.

You mix Dennis with Mr.

Wilson, and you get dynamite.

-Well, if we move

to Pittsburgh--

-Jeepers, Mrs. Wilson.

You can't move to Pittsburgh.

Mr. Wilson's one

of my best friends.

-Now, Dennis-- If

he's mad at me,

tell him to hit me or something.

But don't move away.

-Dennis.

-Tell him I'll stand

out in his front yard,

and he can throw rocks at me.

-Dennis, don't be silly.

-Now, Dennis, listen to me.

Mr. Wilson doesn't

want to hit you.

He's very fond of you.

-Then how come he's

moving to Pittsburgh?

-Well, if we move to Pittsburgh,

it won't be because of you.

-That's not what

Mr. Wilson said.

Well, Mr. Wilson was upset.

Just forget he said it.

-That's right, son.

-Run out and see what

Tommy's doing, dear.

-OK.

From now on, I'm

going to be different.

I'm going to stop

making dynamite,

and I'm going to

start closing doors,

and all that kind of stuff.

[door slams]

-Oh, fine, now he's

back to slamming them.

-Where is Pittsburgh.

-Jeepers, Tommy, don't

you know anything?

It's in Philadelphia.

And I got to think of something

so Mr. Wilson will stay here.

-Yeah, we had a lot of

fun with Mr. Wilson.

-Remember last

summer when we had

that taffy pull at his house?

That was one of the

swellest times I ever had.

Boy, I was sick all night.

-Yeah, and me, too.

Did you ever get it out?

-Oh, sure, a long time ago.

I've got to think of something

so Mr. Wilson will like me

again, and then he'll stay.

-Um-hmm.

Yes, you're right,

Martha, absolutely right.

I mustn't make an

emotional decision.

I must approach it logically.

-That's my George.

-You know, Martha, I am blessed

with an analytical mind that

is capable of getting right

to the bones of an issue.

Should I say bones?

To the marrow, my dear.

The very marrow.

-You certainly are, George.

-Now, let us consider

Pittsburgh as a place to live.

-I hear it's smoggy.

-Oh, Martha, that's

all in the past.

Why the air in Pittsburgh's like

sparkling wine, exhilarating,

my dear.

Why the city is clean,

progressive, forward-looking.

Looking

-I'm going to miss our

friends and neighbors.

I'll miss Alice, and

Henry, a little--

-Ah, don't say it, Martha.

I am trying not to be

emotional. [kids singing]

Now, what in the world is that?

[singing jolly good fellow]

-It's Dennis and his little

friends singing to you.

-Why, so it is.

-Oh, Dennis is so fond of you.

He told me once that

he wanted to be just

like you when he grows up.

-Oh, really?

Basically, Dennis is a

fine boy, has high ideals.

-Go to the window and tell

him you're not angry with him.

-Well, all right.

Great Scott!

You're standing in my

new periwinkle bed.

That settles it, Martha.

We are moving to Pittsburgh.

-I'm sure going to

miss Mr. Wilson.

-We all are.

-Well, maybe some

nice new neighbors

will move in next door.

-I don't want nice neighbors.

I want good old Mr. Wilson.

-He has been a good friend.

Remember last winter when

he shoveled the driveway,

so I wouldn't be late for work?

-And Mrs. Wilson.

I don't know what

we'd have done when

I had the flu if she hadn't

done all the cooking.

-Mr. Wilson's been a

good fishing buddy.

Nobody can tie a flat

like George Wilson.

-And I can't remember all the

times they babysat for us.

-Excuse me.

-He's taught me all I

know about gardening.

-I'm going to go write a letter.

-A letter, who to?

-To Mr. Wilson.

-Poor kid, he's probably

going to say goodbye.

-Yours truly, Dennis Mitchell.

-There.

Martha?

-Yes, George.

Oh, come here, dear, I

want to show you something.

Now look, I put this door back

just for appearances sake,

but the latch, it

still isn't fixed.

-Well, you can't expect

the real estate people

to send anyone so soon.

You only called

them an hour ago.

-Now, my dear, preparedness

is the hallmark

of a good executive.

Someone might come.

The point is, don't ever

try to close that door.

We'll never get it open again.

-All right, George.

What's that?

Hmm?

Oh, well, it looks

like it's from Dennis.

Dear Mr. Wilson, me and Mom

and Dad are down in the dumps,

because we're going to

miss you if you move.

Everybody is.

I know you're moving because

of me, so don't do it.

I've moved instead.

Now Mom and Dad can

get out of the dumps.

I've moved.

Yours truly, Dennis Mitchell.

-Hey, George, he's left home.

-Oh, great Scott.

Run away, and he did

it because of me.

Oh, I feel awful.

-Don't blame yourself.

-Well, I do, Martha.

We've got to go over and tell

the Mitchells about this.

Well, there's no telling

what kind of peril

that boy might be in.

-Sure, Dennis, I'd be glad to

have you move in here with me.

But we'll have to ask my Mom

first when she gets home.

-Do you think your

Mom will let me stay?

Have I been in any trouble

around here lately?

-No.

Not lately.

She had the lamp

fixed a long time ago.

Aren't you going

to miss your folks?

-Well, I'll be seeing them.

I'll go over and watch

television with them

every night after it gets dark.

That way, Mr.

Wilson won't see me.

-Now Mom and Dad can

get out of the dumps.

I've moved.

Yours truly, Dennis Mitchell.

-Well, Henry, my little baby.

-Take it easy, honey.

We'll find him.

-Oh, I feel responsible

for the whole thing.

-It isn't your fault.

-Of course not.

-It was the talk about

moving that did it.

-Now, George.

-Well, we are not

moving to Pittsburgh.

Now you just get that idea

right out of your head, Martha.

-Operator, please give

me the police department.

Hello, sergeant,

I'd like to report

a little boy who's

run away from home.

-Oh, here, Mitchell,

let me have that phone.

I can get right through to

the chief, Foster Stewart.

-That would be

wonderful, Mr. Wilson.

-Sergeant, this is Mr.

George Wilson speaking.

Put me through to the chief.

Thank you.

They all know me.

Foster?

George.

Look Foster, we need your help.

Our little neighbor boy's has

run away, Dennis Mitchell.

Yes.

That's the one.

Blond hair, blue eyes,

striped shirt and overalls.

Right.

And I'll give a $

reward to the officer

that brings him home.

The address is Elm Street.

Thanks, Foster.

Yes, goodbye.

-That's very generous

of you Mr. Wilson.

-Oh, nonsense, I want to give

the officers an incentive

to really keep their eyes open.

-How soon before

they start looking?

-Oh, in a matter of minutes.

And you see the patrol cars

will be alerted by radio.

-I suppose all we

can do now is wait.

No, no, no, I'm

not finished yet.

-Who are you calling?

-I'm calling the radio station.

Yes, I'll have them

broadcast the same offer

to the general public.

-Aha, you're dead.

-Ohh.

How come I'm always the

one that has to be dead?

-Because I'm the fastest draw

on this block, that's why.

Uh, you know, uh, I

used to put notches

in the barrel of my old g*n.

But once I filed too

deep, it fell off.

-Let's do something

else for a while.

I'm tired of being the Indian.

-OK.

-What you want to do?

-Let's go look in

your refrigerator.

-We'd spoil our dinner.

It's almost five.

-Hey, at five, we can

turn on the radio.

The lady in blue will

be reading the funnies.

-OK.

What do you want

to do until five?

-Why don't we go to your

refrigerator and just look.

-But Henry, where

will he eat tonight?

And sleep?

-I don't know, but I

can't stand to sit around

here and wait any longer.

I'm going to go get in

the car and find him.

[police siren]

-It's a police car.

-They found him!

-Hallelujah.

-Where's my checkbook?

-I want to go home.

-You are home.

Well, I found him.

But he sure put up a fight.

-Officer, that's not Dennis.

-He isn't?

-I told you and told you.

I'm little Ricky Thompson.

Uh-oh,

-Uh-oh, well, I'll take you

right back where I found you,

son.

-My mom's going to be mad.

She told me not to

leave the block.

-I'm sorry to trouble you folks.

Well, come on.

STORYTELLER (ON RADIO):

do you know what Betty and

Bob found when they got home?

-They found the scooter.

STORYTELLER (ON RADIO):

They found the scooter.

ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO): We

interrupt this program

to bring you this bulletin.

A $ reward is offered for

the return of Dennis Mitchell

to his home at Elm Street.

It is requested that anyone

seeing this boy, tell him

the Wilsons are not

moving to Pittsburgh.

-Oh, boy!

ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO): The

Mitchell's boy's description

is as follows.

-Blonde, blue-eyed, striped

shirt, are you sure?

-Officer, I ought

to know my own boy.

-We most certainly should.

-My dad's an alderman.

He'll fire you.

-Yeah, sonny, come on,

I'll take you home, huh?

Sorry Mr. Mitchell.

-Your offer of a

put the police on their toes.

-Oh, yes, every blonde,

blue-eyed boy in the city

gets a free ride

in a police car.

-I'm home!

-Dennis!

Oh, Dennis, where have you been?

-Over at Tommy's house.

Did you miss me?

Of course, we did.

-Dennis, you must

never do that again.

I should say not.

Why, I've been worried sick.

-We all have.

Hey, guess who was on the radio?

Me and good old Mr. Wilson.

You're not moving to

Pittsburgh, did you know that?

-Well, of course, I knew it.

-So me and Tommy are

splitting a $ reward.

-What?

-He brought me home.

-Now just a minute.

-Now hold on, Dennis.

You can't take a reward

for bringing yourself home.

Besides it's from Mr. Wilson.

-Mr. Wilson put up

a reward for me?

-Well, I guess I did, Dennis.

-Boy, I love you,

too, Mr. Wilson.

-Well, that's fine.

-And I wouldn't take

a reward from you

even if you told me to.

All the reward I want is

that you're not moving.

-Oh, oh, oh, well, you're

a good boy, Dennis.

-So you can give

it all to Tommy.

-What?

-Jeepers, Mr. Wilson,

I don't want it either.

-Martha.

Aren't these the nicest boys?

-Aw, it's so nice of

you to have us all over.

-Well, it's a joyous occasion

having little Dennis back.

-Yes.

-Come on, Dennis.

DENNIS: I'm coming.

-Oh, let me have

your wrap, Alice.

-Oh, thank you.

-Come on in, dear.

It's just a simple

dinner, but I thought

you enjoy not having to cook.

-Oh, I certainly will.

-Here I am.

-Come on in, Dennis.

-But I'm going to stay and

help you with the dishes.

-Did you notice, Mrs. Wilson?

I didn't forget to

close a single door.

Hey, where's Mr. Wilson?

[door rattling]

GEORGE (BEHIND

[theme music]