I had a wonderful
time, Mr. Douglas.
It's a beautiful city, isn't it?
You know, it was my
first trip to Washington!
It's quite an
honor for our town,
Mrs. Bradshaw,
to have you elected
Mother of the Year.
Thank you.
Yes, I was very pleased.
Now come here,
Chip. Take it easy.
Hurry up, Bub. MIKE:
The train's pulling in now.
We're here to meet a
train, not to catch one.
And-and leave Tramp right here.
Aw, but he wants
to meet Dad, too.
He's met your dad.
Now, tie him to this
door handle and come on.
Okay.
Do what I tell you.
Boy, "do this, do that."
You'd think I was
a kid or something.
Well, we're almost home.
I imagine there'll
be a committee
at the station to welcome you.
Wouldn't that be nice?
Well, looks like
you're all ready
for Mother's Day, Mr. Douglas.
Oh. Well, I just thought
I'd take a few things
home for the family.
Excuse me, conductor,
but do you think Miss
Montaigne is going
to stop off here and autograph
any of her books?
No, ma'am.
I got orders from her secretary
not to disturb her
till we get to Chicago.
Oh, I see. Thank you.
Oh, we, uh, have a
authoress aboard, hmm?
Well, you remember
Marissa Montaigne, don't you?
The actress? Oh,
sure, I remember her.
Is she on the train?
Yes.
Yes, she's making
personal appearance tours
across the country to sell
copies of her autobiography.
Well, if her, uh, book
is anything like her life,
it should be quite,
uh, interesting.
Oh, it is.
Why, I'm only on
page 15, and, well...
Well, good morning,
Mrs. Nichols.
Oh, good morning, Mr. O'Casey.
Did you come down
this early this morning
to welcome our
Mother of the Year?
Nope, we're down to
meet the father of the day.
My son-in-law's coming in this
morning from a business trip.
Oh, how nice. Mm-hmm.
Well, perhaps
we'll see you tonight
at the Mother's Day banquet.
Righto.
Us mothers got to
stick together, you know.
Well, we're just about there.
Oh, Mrs. Bradshaw, I suppose
now that you're a celebrity,
you'll be... you'll be
writing a story of your life.
Well, I'm afraid writing a book
about raising a family
wouldn't be very exciting.
I don't know. I think I could
write one about my family
that might be exciting.
Call it Avalanches I Have Known.
Well, nice you could
have the band out for me.
Well, you know, I
thought for a minute
they were gonna
hand you the roses.
Did you bring me something, Dad?
Yes, I did.
But you're not supposed
to ask, remember?
I got something for everybody.
Here's yours, Chipper.
Oh, boy, thanks. Mike.
Thank you. And, uh, Robbie.
Thanks a lot, Dad.
And here's yours,
Bub, for Mother's Day.
Aw, thanks. Now, if
somebody'd only start
a Grandfather's
Day, I got it made.
Yeah, two ways.
Hey, I got a present
for Tramp, too.
I must have left
it on the train.
I'll get it.
Well, all right, hurry up,
because the train isn't
gonna be in here long.
It must be on the seat.
It's the second seat
on the other side.
Brownie?!
Brownie?!
Yes, Miss Montaigne.
Didn't you hear me call you?
Well, I would have heard
you call if I'd been in Chicago.
If that confounded
commotion is for me,
will you kindly tell
those good people
that this is the
middle of the night,
and this whistle stop
is not on my schedule?
The confounded
commotion is not for you...
Unless you're the
Mother of the Year.
Now, that's a
hysterical thought.
Agreed.
Well, what is going on?
Oh, the usual Mother's
Day celebration...
Band music, speeches,
flowers and all that.
Oh, the quaint,
barbaric, old custom.
Wake me up when this covered
wagon reaches civilization,
will you?
Well, I'm glad you like it, Rob.
Did you have a nice trip, Steve?
Oh, fine.
Well, I guess you didn't
know I was traveling
on the same train
with a famous actress.
No. Who was it? You remember.
Marissa Montaigne.
Marissa Montaigne?
Yeah. Did you meet her?
No, no. I didn't even
know she was on the train.
I just found out when we
were pulling into the station. Oh.
My, uh, trip might have been
entirely different
had I but known.
Oh?
You mean, she's your type, Dad?
Well, she was at one time, Mike.
I remember when she first
went into pictures, Steve.
- Wasn't she a dandy? Oh.
- Yeah.
Boy, they must have had
wide screens, even then.
She was a real pinup
girl, let me tell you.
She was?
Sure.
I remember when she first
started in show business.
She did a dance and-and-and...
and wore a dress that was
full of spangles and beads and...
Oh, boy, did she have
'em rolling in the aisle.
The people, I mean.
Not the beads. Oh.
Well, she's come a
long way since then.
Mm. Boy, you can say that again.
Well, how did she ever get
to be Mother of the Year?
What?!
Oh, Mike, we're not talking
about the Mother of the Year.
We're talking about
Marissa Montaigne.
Oh.
Who's she?
Well, I don't know.
She's the partner
of Annie Oakley.
Oh, did you know
Annie Oakley, Bub?
Yeah, we went to
dancing school together.
All aboard!
Oh, here comes Chip.
Oh, good.
Oh, boy, will Tramp love this!
I'm gonna try it on
him right now. Good.
Did I know Annie Oakley!
Well, you did,
didn't you, Bub? No.
I knew her mother.
I tied him right
here. Honest, Dad.
I know you did, Chip.
Well, he can't be
too far away. Tramp?
Tramp? Maybe he went home.
We got up so early, he
didn't have his breakfast.
Yeah, that's probably
it. Well, I'll take
one more look
around the station.
I'll go with you. I'll
ask at the drugstore.
Maybe they saw him.
You stay here, Chipper.
Tramp? Tramp? I'll
take a look around, too.
Tramp. Okay.
MIKE: Come on, boy.
Here, Tramp! Tramp!
Tramp!
Last call for breakfast.
Last call for breakfast.
If you're looking for the
barbershop, Whiskers,
it's two cars down.
Brownie?!
Breakfast for two?
It's a little early for
jokes, isn't it, Brownie?
Where'd he come from?
Well, I haven't had time to
look up his family tree yet,
but I'd say there was a llama
mixed up in the
fracas someplace.
Probably several.
Get this misplaced mongrel
out of here, will you, Brownie?
Would you mind getting
off my nightgown, please?
Thank you.
I'll check our reservations.
Maybe we have his room.
Stop horsing around, Brownie.
He obviously belongs
to somebody on the train.
Now, call the porter
and get him out of here.
Okay.
Come on now, Chip, and
eat your lunch, will you?
No, thanks, Bub.
I don't want to eat...
Not till we find Tramp.
Well, you know
they're gonna find him.
Your dad and Robbie and
Mike are out looking for him now.
I bet they found him right now.
Hello, Steve.
Oh, uh, uh, pardon
me, uh, Mrs. Nichols.
Well, I just wanted
to remind you
you haven't picked
up your tickets
for the Mother's Day
banquet tonight, Mr. O'Casey.
Mother's Day banquet?
Oh, yes, yes.
Well, uh, I'll send
somebody over for them.
I'm not going to any
Mother's Day banquet.
We'll need, uh, five tickets.
Four.
Five.
Five tickets?!
Oh, that's wonderful!
I knew I could count
on the Douglases.
What's that?
That lovely, sweet
dog is missing?!
Oh, dear.
Well-Well, now, wait just
a minute, Mr. O'Casey.
My Ways and Means
Committee are not busy,
a-a-and perhaps they could
go out and look for Tramp.
Well, we certainly
appreciate that, Mrs. Nichols.
Thanks a million.
Good-bye.
You don't happen to know the
Dalmatians, do you, sweetie?
Very old friends of the family.
Oh, you do.
I don't mind going to
any Father's Day banquet,
but us guys going to a
Mother's Day thing sure is dumb.
What are you
kicking about, Chip?
I'm the one that has to wear
the violet corsage.
Huh?
Well, I didn't mean
that, uh, uh, really.
The Women's Club is actually
doing something for you.
They're all going out
and look for Tramp.
Yeah, but he hasn't
even got his collar on.
Just suppose someone picks
him up that doesn't know him!
Just anybody could.
No, I don't think so, Chip.
Uh, Tramp's a pretty smart dog.
I don't think he'd let
just anybody pick him up.
All right, then, how
about speaking, huh?
Speak?
Nothing.
No wonder you're lost, Whiskers.
You don't speak, sit
up, shake... nothing.
Really, sweetie,
I thought tricks were
part of basic training.
I've checked everybody
on the train, Miss Montaigne.
Nobody knows
anything about a dog.
Which means you could
be responsible for him.
You'll never get rid of him
feeding him from your plate.
I will if he's any
judge of food.
Chicago.
Next stop, Chicago.
Chicago.
Next stop, Chicago.
Maybe I should have the
porter call the dog pound.
They could have
somebody meet us here.
Brownie, I have no
intention whatsoever
of sitting in a drafty station
with an overgrown
ragamuffin of a mongrel
and waiting for a dogcatcher.
And you can just bet your...
Oh, no, Mr. O'Casey,
I'm afraid none of our
ladies have seen Tramp.
And I've had reports from
seven out of eight precincts.
Well, thanks, anyway.
Oh, wait just a
moment, Mr. O'Casey.
Mrs. Barnes from the
eighth precinct just walked in.
Oh, no.
Oh, that's wonderful!
Where did you find him?
She found him?
No, not Tramp,
Mr. O'Casey... Mr. Barnes.
He's been missing
for three weeks.
Isn't it wonderful how good
things happen from bad?
Sure.
Well, give Mrs. Barnes
my congratulations.
And Mr. Barnes, too.
I think.
What a mob at that station.
I thought they never
would stop staring.
They've probably
never seen a dog
wearing a sable scarf before.
He was scared and shaking.
So was I.
You're not on your way
to the animal shelter.
Well, if it'll get me a
sable scarf, you can keep
lover boy here
and leave me there.
Hi, Mike.
Any luck?
Nope, and I have
checked everyplace.
Even Tramp's old girlfriends.
If they've seen him,
they're not talking.
Where's Chip? He left.
And he says he's not coming
back till he finds Tramp.
We're not crowding you.
Driver, how much farther is it?
Another five blocks,
Miss Montaigne.
What's this hotel for dogs like?
It's no Waldorf Astoria.
They do feed the
animals, I presume.
Sure. If he'll eat.
Of course, he might grieve.
I wish you'd say something.
All right.
It was very nice of the governor
to put a car and a
driver at our disposal
for the entire day.
That's not what I meant.
Do you think that
Whiskers here will grieve?
Well, he grieved himself
through three orders of
eggs Benedict this morning.
Then he'll do okay.
Unless... Unless what?
Look, Miss Montaigne... all I
know is that if you got a dog
and if he's got
no collar and tag,
then this is the place for him.
And maybe someday,
somebody'll come along
and see him and like him.
And maybe they won't.
And if they don't, then what?
Well, we all gotta go sometime.
There it is.
Hey, you guys.
Dad just called
from the drugstore.
He says someone
thinks they saw Tramp
get on the train this
morning. The train?
Yeah. I'll bet he
tried to follow Chip on.
How about that.
Anyhow, Dad's wired
ahead to all the stations.
Gee, I hope he didn't
jump off someplace.
Yeah, or get thrown off.
No telling what kind of trouble
that fool dog will
get himself into.
You know, he's never been
away from home before.
Yeah, he's probably
really scared.
Yes, and hungry.
And lonely.
Poor Tramp.
Room service?
Miss Montaigne would
like three filet mignons.
That's right, three.
Two cartons of milk.
And a box of dog biscuits.
And a box of dog biscuits.
Let's skip the snappy
remarks and just
take the order, shall we?
A strike?!
Oh, no!
You lumbering knucklehead!
That ball was so far out, you'd
need a skyhook to get it back!
And right away...
This is an emergency.
Strike two?!
Said they'd send up a Saint
Bernard with the first course.
That pitch was
practically in orbit!
Miss Montaigne's suite.
Yes.
I see.
Mm-hmm. Well,
just a minute, please.
Do you remember that
sweet, barbaric custom
you were talking
about this morning?
One out and bases loaded.
The one with the speeches
and the music and the flowers?
What about it?
Well, they have
those things here, too.
The president of
the Women's Club
wants you to be
guest of honor tonight
at the Mother's Day banquet.
I'm not a mother.
Come on, now!
Let's play ball.
Neither is the
governor, but he's going.
Well, what does the governor
going got to do with me?
He's your escort.
You go with him.
Miss Montaigne will
be delighted to accept.
Brownie, I told you, I am
not going anywhere with th...
Strike three?!
This is baseball, not
croquet, you knucklehead.
Why don't you come up
here, where you can see what's
going on?
Attaboy, Whiskers,
welcome to the team.
You know, for an old renegade,
you're not as
stupid as you look.
Of course, you could do with
a little knowledge of manners.
And chewing up the mayor's ten-
page welcoming speech this noon
wasn't exactly a good beginning.
I must say, I got a little
nervous up on that platform,
watching you nose
around that potted palm.
But it was sweet
of you to dig it up
and drop it at my feet.
Well, what are you waiting
for, an engraved invitation?
Well, that's about the
loppiest-eared, shaggiest face
I've ever seen.
And you don't look
so good, either.
You know somethin', Whiskers?
This is the first day I haven't
remembered to be lonely.
Isn't that something?
After all these years,
I'm finally a mother.
Miss Montaigne.
Brownie, I have asked
you not to creep up on me
like that.
This just came for you.
It's from the railway station.
They've found the
owner of lover boy here.
So, your name's Tramp.
That figures.
I'll bet he makes a habit
of running away like that
all the time.
The name and
address are right there.
I can read, Brownie.
It's the town we went
through this morning.
Probably half a dozen trains
stop at that one-horse
station every day.
I don't see why you
had to pick mine.
You going to take him back?
Naturally.
You don't think I
want to get stuck
with this ungrateful, miserable
canine beatnik, do you?
I wanted you to stop a minute
so I could see the
number on this telegram.
I only hope the
governor understands
this rather unusual
detour, Miss Montaigne.
You leave the governor to me.
You find 837 Mill Street.
Of course, we have
one thing in our favor.
We do? Mm.
The governor loves dogs.
♪ ♪
Tramp!
Come here, Tramp!
Whiskers! Oh, Tramp!
Come back here.
Oh, gosh, did I miss ya.
Hey, look, Tramp.
I got a new leash
and a collar, too.
Big old dumb dog, you.
Well, you better hang on to him
after this, so he
doesn't get lost again.
Did you find my dog?
Let's just say he found me.
Are you one of the ladies
from the Women's Club?
Me?
The Women's Club?
Do I look like I might be?
You look like a lady.
Thanks.
Bub said they were out all day
looking for him. Who's Bub?
He's my grandpa.
He takes care of me.
I see.
Well, you be sure and thank the
Women's Club for finding Tramp,
will you?
I'll do more than that.
I'll even go to their clunky
Mother's Day banquet tonight.
So will I.
Well, good-bye.
You dumb old dog, you.
Bye!
Come on, Tramp, let's go home.
Oh, boy, Dad, he's back!
Tramp's home. I
found him! Tramp.
Well, it's good to see
ya. Hey, Tramp's home!
Well, where have you been?
We thought you
were on a train ride.
You've been right around
here all the time, huh?
Good boy. Where'd
you find him, Chipper?
Hi! A lady found him
just a few blocks from...
Well, where was he? Well, good.
Tramp! A-A lady found him.
What was her name, Chip?
Hi! I forgot, Dad.
But she belongs to the
Women's Club. Hello!
Well, then we'll find out
what her name is tonight.
Boy, it's good to see ya. Hey,
doesn't he look kind of thin, Dad?
I don't think so.
Oh, poor fella.
He probably hasn't eaten all
day. No telling where he's been.
Yeah! Well, maybe
you better take him in
and give him something
to eat. Go on. Yeah.
Hey, come on, Tramp. How
about some hamburger, Bub?
Come on, Tramp. Yeah,
but just once, you know.
His stomach's not
used to delicacies. Okay.
Now, you-you kids get dressed.
Remember, we're going
to the banquet. Okay.
Well, I thought maybe
he was gone for good.
Well, it'd be just like losing
a member of the family.
Yeah. Oh, here... I, uh, bought
you something you can read
during your spare time.
During my spare time?
When do I get any
spare time to do...?
Well, just in case you do,
it's Marissa Montaigne's
autobiography.
Oh. I saw it in the drugstore
when I was making
those phone calls
to the railroad stations. Hmm.
I guess I never told you, Bub,
but during the w*r, the bomber
I flew was named after her.
Oh, I didn't know that. She
was, uh, kind of our lucky charm.
So, I thought the least I
could do was buy her book.
Yeah. I understand
it's kind of spicy.