[squishing]
-What the heck is that noise?
-I don't know.
I called Dennis to
breakfast a few minutes ago,
but that doesn't sound like him.
-Maybe he has a new pet.
-A pet?
-Well, he's always bringing
home stray cats and dogs.
Maybe he brought home
a stray elephant.
-I wouldn't put it past him.
-Morning mom.
Morning dad.
-Dennis!
Whe-- Where did you
get those awful things?
-I sent away for them.
Aren't they funny?
-Very funny.
Why don't you ever send
away for something useful?
-Useful things
aren't any fun, dad.
-Oh, I don't know, Henry.
Those might be very useful.
Hand me one of them,
would you, dear?
Thank you, dear.
Now, you see Henry, if
Dennis doesn't sit right down
and eat his breakfast, this
would make a dandy paddle.
[theme music]
-Fielding is like
all publishers.
Always complaining.
No matter how good my articles
are, he's never satisfied.
-Hold still, dear.
Write something more
colorful, he says.
Something more
exciting, he says.
What does he want
for $ . a word?
Hemingway?
-Hold still, dear.
-Well, if he thinks taking
us to dinner at the hotel
is going to make up
for his snide remarks,
he's very much-- [grumbling].
-Oh, I'm terribly sorry John.
Now dear, if you'll just hold
still, that won't happen again.
You know, Mr. Fielding
does have a point.
That last article you did wasn't
exactly Nobel Prize stuff.
My Friend the Guppy?
-Well, I was stuck for
a subject that week.
-Oh, you were indeed.
Dennis running over
here all the time.
I-- I couldn't even
think that weel.
-Poor little Dennis.
He gets blamed for everything.
-Boy they sure
are funny, Dennis.
You should've worn
them to school today.
-I will tomorrow.
Hey, let's go over and shows
Mr. Wilson how they look.
Mr. Wilson!
Mr. Wilson!
-Eloise, if there's one
thing I do not need today,
it's Dennis Mitchell.
Let's go.
[knocking]
DENNIS (OFFSCREEN):
It's me, Dennis!
-You could at least go tell him.
-Don't let him hear your voice.
We'll be late.
[knocking]
-Nobody home, huh?
-I guess not.
-Aw heck.
-I sure did wanna surprise him.
Hey, wait a minute.
Maybe he's out
back by the garage.
OK dad.
I'm ready to go.
-Oh no.
Dennis, you are not wearing
those ridiculous feet
to school.
Now take them off
right this minute.
-Aw heck.
-You know perfectly
well your teacher
won't let you weae those.
-OK mom.
We wouldn't have much
time for them anyhow.
We're getting off at noon today.
-Oh, how come?
-They're having some kind
of a teachers' meeting.
-Oh.
Well, be good boys
today, both of you.
-Bye sweet heart.
-John, did you see this
article in the second section
about the monster?
-No.
What has my editor done now?
-Not Mr. Fielding.
It says here Bigfoot
monster strikes again.
-Oh, that, yeah.
-Mr. Watts, who has a farm in
the hills out west of here,
heard a commotion in his
barnayrd Tuesday night,
and when he rushed outside,
he heard some huge creature
running away through the brush.
-Oh sure, sure.
-The monster, which had stolen
a pig but dropped it in flight,
left huge, manlike
tracks measuring
nearly two feet in length.
-Eloise, that story
crops up every year,
and the monster
always steals a pig.
-Yes, I know, but it--
-Did the farmer see it?
No.
Nobody ever sees it.
They just hear it crashing
through the bushes.
-Well, that's true, but--
-Mysterious monster
strikes again.
Bigfoot.
What is it?
Is it man, or is ti beast?
I'll tell you what it is.
It's a lot of baloney.
Now, coming out?
-You know, John, this
picture could be real.
-When you just hang on to
your childlike faith, my dear.
All I can say is--
Jump Johowsefat!
-You don't have to be
insulting about it.
-It's him, Eloise!
He was here!
In our yard.
-What?
-Ld Bigfoot, the-- the monster.
He was in this yard last night.
-Oh.
Oh dear, John.
Look, there's another one.
-What a story, Eloise.
Yes, by George, this
will shut Fielding up.
He wanted something with
excitement in it, did he?
Well, I'll write
him a story that'll
make his hair stand on end.
How I Trapped Old
Bigfoot, by John Wilson.
-John, you're mad.
-I've got to call Fielding and
get him out here right now.
Well, that's enough
pictures, Mr. Fielding.
Now I'll erase the footprint
so no one gets wind of it.
-Protect your story.
Good.
Very smart.
-Oh, you've no
idea how important
that is in this neighborhood.
This little boy next door here.
If he ever saw those
footprints, he'd
spread it all over the state.
-You really think you can lure
this monster back here, do you?
-I am not only going
to lure him here,
but I hope to capture him,
tonight, alive and unharmed.
-Oh, that would be something.
If I had a story like that,
real eye witness stuff,
I could build a whole
issue around it.
You'll have it, Mr. Fielding.
I will capture the
monster and you
will have the scoop of the year.
Oh, you chubby little rascal.
Oh, bigfoot is gonna love you.
Come on.
[squealing]
-Stop squealing.
Get out of there.
Come on.
[squealing]
-Sh!
You'll have the whole
neighborhood coming
around to see what's-- Come on.
Come on.
Come on, you big ham.
Get out of there!
Come on.
-Hi Mr. Wilson!
What you got there?
-Oh, for heaven's sake, Dennis,
why aren't you in school?
-We got off at noon.
Oh boy.
A pig!
A real, live pig!
What are you gonna do
with it, Mr. Wilson?
-I'm not going to
do anything with it.
I'm-- I'm just going to keep it.
-Where are you gonna keep it?
In your back yard?
-Yes.
Yes, in my backyard.
Go on.
Run along.
Run along.
-Hey, Mrs. Elkins, look
what Mr. Wilson's got.
A pig.
A real, live pig.
He's gonna keep it
in his back yard.
-What?
[squealing]
-Wha-- Of all the
outrageous things to do,
turning our neighborhood
into a pig sty.
-Now, look, Mrs. Elkins, I have
enough trouble without you.
-I'll help you get
him out, Mr. Wilson.
-Oh, this is the last straw.
I realize you and that
pig have a lot in common.
-Oh, go peddle your
vitriol some place else.
It's none of your business.
And if you think you're
going to tell me what to do.
DENNIS (OFFSCREEN): Go on, boy!
Go on!
Get out!
-You're going to hear about
this, you-- you big pig!
-Jeepers.
I didn't mean to make your
pig so nervous, Mr. Wilson.
I was just trying
to help you get--
-Dennis.
Just go home.
Go on home.
Come on.
-I've got him where I
want him this time, Mable.
I'll have John Wilson
put in jail for this.
-I'm glad to hear it.
-The idea of keeping
a pig in his backyard.
Why, it's in
violation of at least
four different ordinances.
And he turned me in
for keeping cats.
-I remember.
Have you called the police?
-Well, not until I
get an airtight case,
Mable, and you can help me.
Now, tonight you and I will
sneak into Wilson's backyard
with my camera and take a
picture of the pig itself.
Then I'll take that picture
to the city attorney,
and that will fix John Wilson.
-And I was only trying
to help with the pig,
but he got pretty mad.
-He gets mad awful easy.
-Yeah.
I'm going over in
his house right now
and telling him that I'm sorry.
-I'll go too.
Maybe he'll give me
a dime to go on home.
-Then I'm going to cover this
over carefully with brush,
and I'll tie the pig
over there to a stake.
Then when Bigfoot comes in
here, he'll tumble into the pit,
and I've got him.
-This must've been
a terrible job.
Dear, you should have hired
someone to dig it for him.
Now, you're not used
to this kind of work.
-Eloise, I couldn't hire anyone.
I couldn't take a chance.
If the news gets out
about what I'm doing,
we'd be overrun with people.
DENNIS (OFFSCREEN):
Hey Mr. Wilson!
Mr. Wilson!
Wilson I came to tell you--
-Wow, look at that.
-Oh, for Pete's sake.
-What you digging, Mr. Wilson?
-A hole?
-Of course it's a hole, Seymour.
[phone ringing]
-There's the phone.
I'll get it.
-What you digging
for, Mr. Wilson?
-Buried treasure?
-No, I'm not digging
for buried treasure.
I was digging for a gopher.
-Gopher?
-Boy, he must be awful deep.
-Yes, but he got away, so I'm
all through with that hole now.
There's nothing going
on here now at all.
-John.
Mr. Fielding's on the phone.
-Oh, thank you dear.
Run along, fellows.
Run along.
-I think he's still
kind of mad, Dennis.
-He's pretty tired
from all that work.
Hey, I got a teriffic idea.
We're gonna do the swellest
favor Mr. Wilson ever had.
Boy, will he be happy.
-I followed the
same technique used
by African big game hunters.
Careful, now.
Careful.
It's gone.
My pit is gone!
Where is it?
-Perhaps you've been robbed.
-But it was here, Mr. Fielding.
You can see the loose dirt,
and outline of the hole.
I-- it's been filled in.
-Who'd have done that?
-When things go
wrong, there can only
be one possible answer Dennis!
-Hi, Mr. Wilson!
Oh, you found what we did huh?
-Yes, we found it.
Why did you do it?
-Just because we're friends.
You don't even have to pay me.
It was for free.
-I'll take a dime.
-Oh, well the-- Dennis, I
wanted the hole left there.
-You did?
But you said you'd stopped
trying to catch the gopher.
-Gopher?
-Well, there-- there
wasn't any gopher, fellas.
-Then what did you
did the hole for?
-Well, I'll level with you.
I, I told a little
fib so you would
know there was a prowler
in our neighborhood.
I was afraid it might alarm you.
-A prowler?
-Yes.
Somebody who's been
sneaking around here
at night looking
for things to steal.
And, well, I dug the pit
for him to fall into.
-Jeepers, I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson.
Can we help you
dig the hole again?
-Oh, never mind.
I'll handle it.
You just go on.
-Am I gonna get the dime?
That's not a dime, Mr. Wilson.
That's a penny.
Thanks.
-That was quite a story
about the prowler, wasn't it?
Perhaps you should
stop writing articles
and try your hand at fiction.
-Well, I couldn't tell them
about the big footed creature.
They'd blab it all over town.
Well, there's only
one thing left to do.
We'll have to dig
ourselves another pit.
-Not we, Wilson.
You.
I'm strictly a spectator.
-Boy, this sure is
exciting about the prowler.
Sure wish we could catch him.
-Yeah.
You think digging a hole's
the right way to do it?
-Well, they'd have to be awful
stupid to fall in a hole.
-Boy, I'll say.
-Hey, why don't we
go ask Sgt. Mooney?
He'd know.
-Yeah.
Catching crooks is his business.
-Come on, let's go.
Aren't you coming, Seymour?
-No.
I'm gonna spend my dime.
-When are you gonna give me
I've had nothing out
of you for weeks.
-Oh, sure you have, Mike.
I called you a couple of days
ago when I made an arrest.
-I said news.
Who cares about you giving your
mother a ticket for jaywalking?
-That was my aunt.
-Hi, Sgt. Mooney.
-Well, hello there, boys.
What can I do for you?
-We want to know
what you'd do if you
were trying to catch a prowler.
-OK.
I don't mind giving
away trade secrets.
First thing I'd do would be
the throw out the dragnet.
-How you do that?
-It's easy, Tommy.
You get a dragnet,
and you throw itt out.
Right, Sgt. Mooney?
-That's the idea.
You know, if I'm
not careful, you'll
be taking my job away from me.
-What a break for the city.
-If we caught a prowler,
would we get a reward?
-Oh, sure you would.
We pay $ apiece for prowlers.
That's top price.
-$ .
Oh, boy.
-You got any particular
prowler in mind, Dennis?
-Yeah.
The one Mr. Wilson's
trying to catch.
-He's gonna set a trap for
him tonight in his backyard.
-But I get we get the reward.
Thanks for telling us about
the dragnet, Sgt. Mooney.
-Bye.
-Come on, Tommy.
-Bye.
-Good bye.
-Is that John Wilson
they're talking about?
The writer?
-That's him.
A real nervous nelly.
He probably saw a cat one
night, thought it was a prowler.
-Oh, sure.
Hey, suppose he
did see a prowler.
If you tried to catch
him, the poor dope
could get himself k*lled.
After all, it takes
a professional lawman
who knows his business
to catch a prowler.
-Where can we find one?
-A prowler?
-No, a lawman that
knows his business.
-Well, I-- well, I think
I'll stake out near the house
tonight and keep my eyes open.
You want to come along?
-For what?
-Well, if there
is a prowler, you
can get some pictures
of a real cop in action.
-OK.
Count me in.
If I get one sh*t of you
standing up, that'll be news.
-Boy, it sure is
lucky your folks
had these old tennis
nets, Seymour.
-Yeah.
They'll make a swell dragnet
when we get them tied together.
-We'll sneak up in the
treehouse tonight after dinner.
If that old prowler
comes along, we'll
throw the dragnet out
right on top of them.
-We'll get old
Bigfoot, Mr. Fielding.
If I do say so myself,
I've done a magnificent job
of camouflaging this pit.
You'd hardly know it was there.
-Sure looks great to me.
-Lucky we have a dark night.
Good things there
isn't any moon.
-Oh, this is so exciting.
I feel just like Dr. Livingston
in the jungles of Africa.
Oh, you dainty
little ordeuvre, you.
-Did you have to
wear your nightshirt?
Whoever saw a policeman
in his nightshirt?
-If you don't like
it, I'll take it off.
-Leave it on.
I never saw a policeman with
his clothes off, either.
Come on, let's go
up in the treehouse.
-We'll go down this driveway and
hide behind Mitchell's garage.
That'll give us a good
view of Wilson's patio.
-OK, Sherlock.
And if you see a prowler,
you know what to do.
-Sure.
Give you artificial respiration.
-We'll sneak into his
patio from the back.
-Oh, I do hope we get
a picture of that pig.
-Oh, we'll get it.
We'll really fix
that dear Mr. Wilson.
-Old Bigfoot will be here soon.
I just know he will.
-This might give
you a bonus, Wilson.
-Oh, thank you.
-Yes.
This should be quite a story.
-And it's all mine.
Nobody knows that
anything is going on.
-I don't see a prowler yet.
-Achoo!
-Stop sneezing, Seymour.
You'll scare him off.
-I can't help it, I'm drafty.
-Be careful with
that platter, dear.
It's our best china.
-I know.
It makes me nervous.
I'll put it up in
the cupboard here.
-What's the matter?
-I thought I saw someone
moving out by the garage.
-Well, it looks
like two figures.
-I better go check.
-No, Henry, it
might be dangerous.
-Oh, I'll take care of myself.
-W-- Wait a minute.
-Hey, there's somebody
down there, Dennis.
-Wait'll he gets under the tree.
-Can't see a thing.
-Oh, I can smell a pig.
We'll find him.
[squealing]
-Bigfoot.
Come on.
Through the living room!
-Sounds like somebody's
getting m*rder*d.
-Probably Wilson.
Come on.
Come around this way.
-I wonder who yelled over there.
Hey, maybe it's another prowler.
-Ours is under the tree now.
-Throw out the dragnet!
HENRY (OFFSCREEN): Help!
Help!
Help!
-Look out for the couch.
-Let's get on, dear.
[squealing]
-Mable!
The man's got me!
Let go of me, you beast.
-I don't know what this
is, but it's great.
-Mrs. Elkins, what are
you doing down there?
-Well, I'm trying to
get out, you fool.
-Jeepers, there must be a
w*r going on down there.
-Wilson.
-John.
Oh darling, you're safe.
-I- I never dreamed you cared.
-Help!
-What's going on, Mitchell?
-Beats me, Mooney.
Help!
Help!
-Well, come on.
Get out of that net.
I gotta arrest somebody.
Help!
Help!
What have I done?
-Well, Dr. and Mrs.
Livingston, I presume?
-Say cheese.
-Seems like everybody's
looking for that prowler.
-Yeah.
Boy, this is more fun
than the fourth of July.
-That confounded photographer
is making me a laughingstock.
And look at that picture
of you and Mr. Fielding.
And that vulgar caption.
How to keep a publisher happy.
-He seemed happy.
-Well, he wasn't this
morning when I called him up.
He may never give me
another assignment.
-Now, I think poor Sgt.
Mooney has more reason
to complain than you have.
-He should complain?
He's threatening to-- to arrest
me for disturbing the peace.
-That's my favorite picture.
Quite good of you.
-The latest thing in love nests.
Disgusting!
-Weren't you comfortable, dear?
-That woman has bones in
some of the strangest places.
-Poor John.
Once more I-- I
failed to capture
the monster with the big feet.
-Aw.
-Here you are, dad.
-Thanks.
I wonder if Mr. Wilson will want
to see anybody this morning.
-After last night, he'll
need some cheering up.
-Yeah.
He didn't enjoy himself
half as much as I did.
-Nor I. There's
nothing like having
your own son throw a
net over your head.
-Come on.
-Wait a minute.
I just thought of something.
-Dennis, hurry up.
-Wha-- What do you
want with those things.
-They're funny looking.
Maybe these'll help
cheer Mr. Wilson up.
You and mom go ahead.
I'll put them on.
-Well, anyway John, I'll bet
we scared that prowler off.
-Well, Henry, it's too
late to keep my secret now,
but there wasn't any prowler.
-What was the pit for?
-Well I was trying to catch
a strange creature that
left prints on our patio.
A creature with enormous feet.
-E-enormous feet.
-If that hullabaloo hadn't
broken loose out there,
I-- I'm sure I would
have caught him.
-Look what I got, Mr. Wilson.
I wore them over here the other
day, but you weren't home.
Aren't they funny looking?
-Fine.
They look fine.
I lost an opportunity to
trap a grotesque monster.
A chance to become famous.
I fail to see that my loss
is any laughing matter.
Oh no.
No!
-Why don't you laugh
too, Mr. Wilson?
You're the one I wanna cheer up.
[theme music]
04x18 - The Creature with the Big Feet
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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.