[doorbell]
-Hello, Dennis.
And Alice.
Do come in.
-Oh, this isn't really
a visit, Mrs. Wilson.
I tried that fudge
recipe of yours,
and I thought you
might like some.
-Well, thank you.
George is so fond of fudge.
-May I have a piece?
-You had some at home, dear.
-Yeah, but I haven't
had any over here.
-Dennis.
-Help yourself, dear.
-Boy, thanks, Mrs. Wilson.
-Oh, hello, Alice.
Dennis.
-Hi, Mr. Wilson!
-My goodness!
Fudge!
It's not up to your
usual standard, Martha.
-George!
-Jeepers, Mr. Wilson.
My mother made that.
-What?
Oh!
It was delicious.
I hadn't really tasted it.
[theme music]
-Dad!
Hey, Dad!
I'm gonna get a dime!
-How come?
-Because I've got a tooth that's
gonna fall out any minute.
-Oh, dear.
Where?
-In my mouth.
Right here.
-By golly, it is loose.
-I told ya.
Dad, don't you think I'm old
enough for the fairy to give me
$ . for every tooth
I put under my pillow,
instead of only a dime?
-On the other hand,
son, maybe you're
so old that the fairy could
dispense with the usual dime.
-Jeepers, the tooth
fairy wouldn't do that
to a young little kid
like me, would she?
-I suppose the
fairy will continue
to give you a dime for a tooth.
-Henry, I think this time
he should go to the dentist
and get that tooth pulled.
-To the dentist?
-Come on, Alice.
Why not let it fall
out like always?
-Yeah, like always.
-Remember the last tooth?
It fell out while he was eating,
and it nearly choked him!
-Jeepers, Mom.
That was a couple of months ago.
I was littler then.
-Besides, I dear Dr. Walters
is out of town for a week.
-See?
-Well, all right.
But you be careful.
Don't wiggle that
tooth back and forth,
or you'll injure your gums.
-OK.
-Where are you off to, son?
-Mr. Wilson's such a
good friend of mine,
I'm gonna let him be one of the
first to see my loose tooth.
-Bills, bills, bills.
Martha, I ask you, how could
we possibly use $ . worth
of electricity in one month?
-Well, maybe that little
light in the refrigerator
doesn't go off.
-Martha, really.
Well, I suppose there are
worse things than the bills.
DENNIS (OFFSCREEN):
Hi, Mr. Wilson!
-And there's one
of them right now.
Oh, Dennis, what do you want?
-Nothing.
I came to show you
my loose tooth.
See?
-Dennis, I haven't
the slightest interest
of looking into
that steam whistle
opening of yours
and a loose tooth.
-George.
Where is it, dear?
-Right here.
See?
-Well, my goodness.
-See, Mr. Wilson?
-Oh, Dennis, if your
mouth opened any wider,
I could see your toenails.
-Oh, George.
-Are those peanuts you're
eating, Mr. Wilson?
-They are.
-Salted peanuts?
-Correct again.
-You sure are gonna
get a stomach ache
if you eat all those peanuts
yourself, Mr. Wilson.
-All right, Dennis.
Here.
Take a handful.
-One of my handfulls,
or your handfulls?
-Oh, open up your pocket.
-Wow.
-There.
Now, is that enough?
-Boy, thanks, Mr. Wilson.
One pocket full is plenty.
-All right, Dennis.
Now be quiet and let me work.
-Mr. Wilson?
When was the last
time you lost a tooth?
-Oh, when I was
about six months old.
Now, don't bother me.
-I'm afraid Mr. Wilson's going
to lose all his teeth if he
doesn't go see a dentist.
-Now, Martha, I
keep telling you,
my trouble is only
a little-- oh!
-What's the matter, Mr. Wilson?
-It-- It's nothing, Dennis.
Nothing at all.
I have a slightly sensitive
nerve that bothers me
when I bite down the wrong way.
-If you ask me, that sensitive
nerve has a very large cavity.
-Martha, I assure
you, it's nothing.
Besides, you know Dr.
Walters is out of town.
Now, I've got to get
back to these bills.
-Hey, Dennis!
Dennis!
-There's Albert!
Wait 'til he sees
my loose tooth.
I've gotta go now, Mr.
Wilson, but I'll be back.
-Well, you take
your time, Dennis.
Take five or six years.
-Sensitive nerve, indeed.
-You see it?
OK, Albert, now it's your turn.
You see it?
-Yep.
You're gonna get it out, OK.
-I wish I had a loose tooth.
I'm plum broke.
-Dennis!
Wait 'til you see what I got.
-Oh, yeah?
Wait 'til you see
what I got, Tommy.
-Dennis got a tooth
that's gonna fall out.
-So what?
Look at this.
-Wowie!
-Jeepers, Tommy,
what a swell mitt.
-Get it for your birthday?
-Nope.
-Then why did your folks
buy the mitt for you?
-They didn't There's this new
dentist in town, Dr. Cadwell,
who's got a big box full of
swell gifts he gives to kids.
-You mean every time you go?
-Nah, just the first time.
And if you're good.
-Just for being good?
All I get at home is $ . .
-You should see the swell
basketball he's got there.
-A basketball?
-Boy, we could sure
use one of those.
You know what?
I think I'll go see him
about pulling my loose tooth.
-That's a swell idea, Dennis.
-Hey, could I get a
tooth pulled, too?
-Listen, Dennis.
Your folks will never
let you go to the dentist
just on account
of a loose tooth.
-Oh, no?
You kids just wait right here.
Dad!
Hey, Dad!
-Just what made you
change your mind
about wanting to
go to the dentist?
-Jeepers, Dad. you
heard Mom, didn't you?
A little kid like me could
choke on a big tooth like this.
-A little kid could, could he?
Seems to me there's more
to this than meets the eye.
-Well, I think it's a fine idea.
A child his age should
get into the habit
of going to the dentist.
-Sure.
You wouldn't want me to
have a sensitive nerve
like Mr. Wilson, would you?
-OK, you win.
But who's he going to go to
with Dr. Walters out of town?
-Oh, Tommy just went
to a swell new dentist.
Dr. Cadwell.
Little kids don't even
cry when they go to him.
-I've heard of Dr.
Cadwell, Henry.
He's supposed to be very good.
-You're the boss.
-I'll call and make an
appointment right away.
-Oh, tell him the
sooner the better, Mom.
-Dennis.
Uh, just why are you so happy
about going to the dentist?
-Happy?
-Yes, happy.
-Gee, Dad, I must be
kind of dumb, huh?
-You mean you're seeing
him this very afternoon?
-Just over a loose tooth?
-Well, I told you, Tommy.
Now all we got to do is hope
that some kid doesn't b*at me
to that swell basketball.
-Whatcha eatin'?
-Salted peanuts.
You guys want some?
-Sure.
Give me some, Dennis.
-OK.
-Sure are good, aren't they?
You know, Mr. Wilson gave
them to me when-- uh-oh.
-What's the matter, Dennis?
-My dumb old tooth came out.
-Yep.
It's a real tooth, all right.
-Now you won't have any
reason to go to the dentist.
-What are you gonna
do now, Dennis?
-I don't know, Alvin.
If only there was some way of
putting this old tooth back
in my head until-- glue!
-Glue?
-Sure!
I've fixed everything with glue.
Come on, guys.
-Where do you keep
the glue, Dennis?
-It depends on
what I broke last.
I think it's in the kitchen.
Come on!
-OK, I like the kitchen!
-Here it is.
Hey, this one takes
two hours to dry.
-That's no good, Dennis.
If you keep your
mouth open that long,
your folks might get suspicious.
-You could tell
'em you're yawning.
-Hey, Dennis, here's one that
glues paper, glass, china,
and it's quick drying.
-That's the one, Alvin!
-Come on, Dennis.
Now, open your mouth
and give me the tooth.
-Oh, my.
It sure is dark down there.
-Now we'll put a
little glue-- mm,
maybe I'd better
put it on the tooth
and let it dry for
a couple of seconds.
Then I'll stick it
into your mouth.
-The question is, will it hold?
-'Course it'll hold.
If it doesn't, we--
oh, hi, Mr. Mitchell.
-OK, Dennis, you can close
your mouth now and tell me
why you're so anxious
to go to the dentist.
-If I close my
mouth, I can't talk.
-In one minute, you won't
be able to sit, either.
-Yes, sir.
Well, if you go see
this Dr. Cadwell,
he might give you things.
-Like this swell baseball glove.
-Or a swell basketball.
-I'd ask him for a baby sister.
-I see.
Well, fellas, I'm
afraid you're just
going to have to find somebody
else with a loose tooth.
-Somebody else?
Gee, Dad, that's a swell idea!
Come on, g*ng!
You kids wait right here.
-Hey, Mr. Wilson!
-Dennis, if you came after
my apple, you're too late.
-Guess what?
I've got an appointment
this afternoon
with Dr. Cadwell, a
swell new dentist.
-That's just fine.
You give him my regards.
-You see, George?
Dennis is going to the dentist.
-My mom says
there's nothing more
important than
keeping your teeth.
-And she's perfectly
right, dear.
-Well, my mother never saw
a dentist 'til she was ,
and she kept her
teeth 'til she was .
-Yes, she did.
Right on top of the
dresser while she slept.
-Boy, that sounds like
an awful place to sleep.
-Dennis, we wouldn't
want to make you late
for your dental appointment.
-Oh, that's OK, Mr. Wilson.
I don't have to go, anyway.
-You don't have to go?
But I thought you said--
-My tooth fell
out all by itself.
See?
So I thought maybe you'd
like to go in my place.
-Oh, you did, did you?
-But that's a wonderful idea.
I've heard Dr. Cadwell's
a fine dentist.
-Now, Martha, my tooth
is perfectly all--
-Boy, Mr. Wilson, that sure
is a mean old sensitive nerve
you've got.
-Oh, all right, all right.
I'll go see doc Walters as
soon as he returns to town.
-Now, this has gone far enough.
I'm going to call
Alice and tell her
that you'll taken
Dennis' appointment.
-Dennis' appointment?
Oh, great Scott.
-He's going!
[cheering]
-Here he is, Mr. Wilson.
-Oh.
Well, thank you for
accompanying me, Dennis.
I believe I can find my way to
the dentist's chair from here.
-I couldn't let you wait
all by yourself, Mr. Wilson.
-Dennis, I assure you--
-May I help you?
-This is Mr. Wilson.
He's got to see a dentist.
-Dennis--
-Wilson, Wilson.
-At : .
-Strange.
I don't find your
name, Mr. Wilson.
-Oh, you don't?
Well, that's all right, miss.
I'll call back some other--
-Wait, Mr. Wilson.
Is Mrs. Wilson going
to be sore at you.
-Dennis, you heard
the young lady.
If I have no appointment--
-But mom talked to the
dentist himself about you.
-Oh, well that explains it.
Dr. Cadwell simply forgot
to enter it in the book.
-You see?
-Ah, wait over there, please.
-Boy, you sure are
lucky, Mr. Wilson.
You know, you almost
didn't get to see him.
-Yes, I'm the luck,
luck, lucky one.
-Don't be nervous, Mr. Wilson.
There's nothing to be afraid of.
-I am not nervous, Dennis.
And stop patting my hand.
-But if you're not nervous, why
you looking at that magazine
upside down?
-Oh.
Well, it's easier on
the eyes that way.
Just leave me alone.
[thudding]
-Great Scott!
-Come back, Mr. Wilson!
It's only a man
fixing the street.
-Oh, yes, so it is.
-Next, please.
-Ah, Mr. Wilson.
-Oh, no, no.
It's that little
girl over there.
-Right this way, Mr. Wilson.
-Ah, I just remembered I
left something on the stove.
I'll be right back.
-Come now, Mr. Wilson.
-Now, doctor, if
you're busy, I just--
-Mr. Wilson, please.
Now just sit right down.
It's not an electric
chair, you know.
-Oh, Mr. Wilson.
Remember, big people don't cry.
-Little boy, please
wait outside.
-OK, Mr. Dentist.
But if his eyes
start to water, it's
just because he's
thinking of something sad.
-Oh, Dennis.
-Cunningham College?
I never heard of the place.
-I assure you, Mr. Wilson,
it's a fully accredited school.
(SINGING) Cunningham,
oh, Cunningham,
we'll be true to you.
-Accredited for what?
-Basket weaving.
Now open your mouth, please.
Uh-huh.
Well, I hope this drill
isn't getting dull again.
-Dull again?
Doctor, how many years have
you been in this profession?
-How long?
Hm, let's see.
In , I first got my start
drilling for offshore oil.
-Offshore oil?
-Now Mr. Wilson, I assure you
I haven't lost a patient yet,
but it does make my
hand a little bit
steadier if the patient
shows a little faith in me.
-Well, it's right over there.
-Who is doing this, Mr. Wilson?
You or me?
-May I ask you something?
-You most certainly may.
-Do you mind if I look over
the free gifts for Mr. Wilson
while he's in there?
-Free gifts?
-The ones Mr. Wilson can pic
from if he's a good patient.
-Does this hurt?
--Uh-uh.
-Does this hurt?
-Uh-uh.
-How about this?
Oh!
You bit me!
-Well, it was your own fault.
You hurt me.
-Halt everything!
Stop the drill!
This isn't our dentist!
-What?
-What did you say, little boy?
-The lady outside
says our appointment
is with the other Dr. Cadwell.
This is the wrong
dentist, Mr. Wilson.
-Oh.
You can say that again, Dennis.
-The other Dr. Cadwell
is across the street.
Poor, unsuspecting soul.
-Joan?
-Oh, thank you, Dr. Cadwell.
Thank you.
-Yep.
This is the place, all right.
-Well, at least the child
came out looking happy.
-Yeah.
And if a little girl
like that didn't cry,
Mr. Wilson, maybe
you won't, either.
-You know, Dennis, I
just can't understand
this strange
preoccupation of yours.
DR. CADWELL
(OFFSCREEN): Mr. Wilson?
-Oh, yes, doctor?
-Right this way.
-Yes, I'll be-- great Scott!
-It's him again, Mr. Wilson.
-Me again?
Of, of course.
You just saw my brother, Cecil.
-Your brother?
-Yes.
We are identical twins.
-Are you sure you just don't
have two offices and run fast?
-Oh, Dennis.
-Now, right this way,
please, Mr. Wilson.
-Oh.
I see you went to the same
school as your brother.
-Do you mind?
-Oh, no, no, I just hope
you're a little less
painful than he is.
-Well, in that
case, perhaps we'd
better give you a little gas.
Then you won't feel a thing.
-Oh, fine, fine.
An excellent idea.
-Do you mind taking off
your glasses, please?
-Oh.
No, of course not.
-Now, this will cost
you $ extra, of course.
-$ ?
Haven't you something a little
less expensive that'll do
the same job?
-I could try hitting you
on the head, of course.
-Very amusing.
-Well, in that
case, perhaps we'd
just better give
you a painkiller.
That won't cost you anything.
-Oh, good.
Good.
-Now open wide, please.
-Yah!
On second thought, let's
forget about the painkiller.
You just try to be careful.
-Very well.
Oh.
Oh, we do seem to
have something here.
-Ow!
-Oh, for heaven's sakes, I
haven't even touched you yet.
-Mr. Dentist, can I
ask you something?
-Yes, little boy?
-The toys aren't
all gone, are they?
-The-- oh, no, the toys?
They're out there,
locked in my closet.
-Do you still have
that swell basketball?
-I have.
-Oh, boy.
-However, it's not
for you this time.
-Do you mean Mr.
Wilson bit you, too?
-I mean that they're
just for child patients.
-But I brought Mr.
Wilson in to you.
He didn't even want to come.
-Little boy, would you
please wait outside?
-Just a minute.
What's this all about, Dennis?
-He gives swell
things to people.
And I brought you
to him, and now he
won't give me that basketball.
-Little boy, out.
-Well, if you ask me, doctor--
-I didn't.
And will you please
stop trying to talk
with your mouth
full of my hands?
-Ow!
-You bit me!
You did it on purpose!
-I did not!
However, I can't say I'm
sorry, you torturer, you!
Come on, Dennis.
We're going home.
-Boy, you sure fixed
that nerve in a hurry,
didn't you, Mr. Wilson?
-He didn't fix it.
I'm not going to let him fix it.
Come on.
-Mrs. Wilson sure is gonna
be sore at you about not
getting that bad nerve fixed.
-Dennis, do you know
what I'm going to do?
I'm going to buy you
that basketball myself.
-You are?
Are you feeling all
right, Mr. Wilson?
-Of course.
Why, it's the least I could do
for a good friend such as you.
-You're about the best
friend I've ever had, too.
-Dennis, let's not say
anything to Mrs. Wilson
about what happened.
You know how easily women
get upset over nothing.
-Boy, do they ever.
Like Mom running
downstairs screaming,
just because she found that
little pet alligator of mine
swimming around in the bath tub.
-Dennis, that's a
perfect example.
Come on.
-Oh, George, aren't
you glad it's all over?
And I won't have to nag you
about going to the dentist
anymore.
-I certainly am, Martha.
-Did he say anything
about coming back?
-Uh, no, no.
As a matter of
fact, I don't think
he expects to see me
for a long, long time.
-Isn't that wonderful?
-But he wanted to
buy it for me, Dad.
-Dennis, the way you
schemed to get this ball,
you don't deserve it.
Now, I'm going to
pay for it, but it's
coming out of your allowance.
A little each week.
Mr. Wilson?
-Oh, come in, Mitchell.
come in.
-Mr. Wilson, I want to pay
you for this basketball.
-Oh, no no, Mitchell,
I wouldn't think of it.
After all, it was a gift.
-See, Dad?
-I insist.
-Oh, no, put your money away.
I refuse.
I absolutely refuse.
-Well, I--
-However, if you insist, it
came to $ . with the tax.
-Now, George, if you bought
the basketball as a gift
for Dennis.
-Well, you see, dear, it
wasn't exactly a gift.
-You see, he really
bought it for me
because that mean old dentist
wouldn't give us a basketball.
-I don't understand.
-Here you are,
Mr. Wilson. $ . .
Well, I've got to
get along home.
-Thank you, Mitchell.
Good bye, Dennis.
-OK.
-Explain something to me, dear.
Since when do you
get basketballs
at a dentist's office?
-Now, Martha, it, it's nothing
you'd be interested in.
Good bye, Dennis.
-I wouldn't ask
anymore questions
if I were you, Mrs. Wilson.
-Dennis, run along, now.
Your father's waiting.
-You wouldn't, dear?
Why?
-Because Mr. Wilson doesn't
want to get you all worried.
-Oh, Dennis.
-George Wilson, did something
happen at the dentist's office
that you haven't told me?
-Boy, she sure wormed out of
us in a hurry, didn't she?
-Now, Martha, it's nothing
to get excited about.
You see, there were
these two dentists.
They were identical twins,
and they were both terrible.
And-- well I have
every intention
of going to Dr. Walters the
very moment he returns to town.
-Well then you'll be delighted
to know that the afternoon
paper says he got
back this morning.
-Oh, joy.
-Don't be scared, Mr.
Wilson, because I'll
be right beside you.
-Why thank you, Dennis.
That's awfully
thoughtful of you.
-That's OK.
I want to go along just
in case Dr. Walters starts
to give presents away, too.
-Good grief.
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03x29 - Wilson Goes to the Dentist
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Follows the Mitchell family – Henry, Alice, and their only child, Dennis, an energetic, trouble-prone, mischievous, but well-meaning boy, who often tangles first with his peace-and-quiet-loving neighbor, George Wilson, a retired salesman, and later with George's brother John, a writer.
Follows the Mitchell family – Henry, Alice, and their only child, Dennis, an energetic, trouble-prone, mischievous, but well-meaning boy, who often tangles first with his peace-and-quiet-loving neighbor, George Wilson, a retired salesman, and later with George's brother John, a writer.