01x25 - Dennis and the Bees

[bunniefuu]

-Here you are, dear.

-Thanks, darling.

Say goodbye to Dennis
for me, will you?

I'm late.

-All right, dear.

Don't work too hard.

HENRY (OFFSCREEN):
See you tonight!

-Bye!
-Hey, Dad!

Dad!

Wait a minute!

-Well, he can't
wait now, Dennis.

He's late for work as it is.

He said to tell you goodbye.

-But I have to talk to him, Mom.

I didn't know he
was leaving yet.

-I'm sure it can wait till
he comes home tonight.

Now, you two boys
run along and play.

-OK.

I just wanted to
tell him we were

playing hide-and-seek with Joey.

-Well, he'll be very happy
to hear that, I'm sure.

Where is Joey now?

Did he go home already?

-Nope, he's still hiding.

-I hid him real good this time
in the backseat of Dad's car.

Dad will probably find him
when he gets downtown, I guess,

because--

-In the backseat of the-- Henry!
Henry!

Henry, wait!

[car engine revs]

[theme music]

[bees buzzing]

DENNIS (OFFSCREEN): Hey,
Opie, where are you?

-I'm out the back here, Dennis!

-Hey, Opie, look at this!

Look at what we found.
-Huh?

-Could you fix it for us?

-Yeah.

Well, maybe, boys.

Just leave it here, and
Opie will work on it.

As soon as I get the time.

-There sure are a lot
of bees around here.

-Yep.
I got me some hives.

I got me some hives.
And I'm going to make them--

-You have?

-Mm-hm.

-Boy, they sure do
itch, don't they?

Mr. Wilson got them
last year from eating

too many strawberries.

And he--

-Oh, no, Dennis.

This is a different
kind of hive.

These are beehives.

-Oh, that kind of hive.

-Boys, boys, boys.

Don't go over there.

Your lot will make
the bees nervous.

-Gee, listen to
them buzz, Tommy.

Boy, I bet those beehives
are just full of honey.

Aren't they, Opie?

-I wish there was.

This late spring has
got us messed all up.

-A late spring?

-Yeah, the clover
ain't blooming.

The fruit trees ain't either.

You know what, boys?

There's hardly enough honey
around to keep the bees eating.

-Well, if the bees can't
find anything to eat,

what'll they do?

-It's kind of hard to tell.

Sometimes, they just
swarm up and leave.

-Leave?
You mean, for good?

-Yep.

I might even have
to leave with them.

Move to the country
or some place.

-Jeepers!
Opie going away?

Me and Tommy will help.

Won't we, Tommy?

We'll help the bees find honey.

-Sure we will.

How?

-Well, maybe find some new
flowers for them, or something.

-Yeah, we got
flowers in our yard.

-That's right.

We have, too.

And Mr. Wilson's got a
yard full of flowers, Opie.

-Uh, that's what the bees
are depending on nowadays,

boys, the flowerbeds
around town.

-Heck, I bet Mr.
Wilson's flowers

got enough honey to
feed a jillion bees.

-Sure, they have.

-And we'll help them find
every single bit of it.

And don't you worry, Opie.
Goodbye!

-Goodbye, boys!

[chuckles]

-So we're going to
help him, me and Tommy.

-Well, now, that's
very nice of you.

-And we're not going to
let anybody step on them

or swat them or do
anything to them.

-And Opie said sometimes
birds grab these bees

and eat them up.

-So we're going to
watch out for birds.

And we're going to get people
to grow flowers in everything.

-Well, that's very interesting.

Now, we know all about
the birds and the bees.

-Yes, I've been
wondering about that.

-Uh, honey, I've got to
duck over to the Wilsons.

There's something I want
to talk to him about.

-Hey, Dad.

If you're going over to Mr.
Wilson's, can we go with you?

-Well, sure, I guess so.

-Swell!

Come on, Tommy!

-Two spoons full for this one.

-Hey!

There's Good 'Ol Mr. Wilson
feeding the camellias

their lunch.

Hellooo, Mr. Wilson!

-(MUTTERS) Why do they
have to bother me now?

Tch.

-Hi, Mr. Wilson.

Taking your nerve medicine?

-That's what it is, all right.

Smells awful, don't it?

-Yeah.

He makes that stuff himself.

Don't you, Mr. Wilson?

-[sighs]

-Hey, Mr. Wilson, you want
to play football with us?

-Yes, I do love to play
football with you, Dennis.

-Swell, catch!

[crash]

-Did you see him catch
that ball, Tommy?

Boy, you'd make a swell
All-American, Mr. Wilson.

-Dennis, let's
keep this football

out of my yard
entirely, you hear me?

Let's keep it over
in your own yard.

HENRY (OFFSCREEN): Oop!

-Oh, my goodness!

What-- oh, what did I-- oh, my!

-Dennis!

Is this your football?

-Sure, Dad.

You gave it to me for Christmas.

Don't you remember?

-Well, if you can't watch
where you're throwing,

I'm going to put it away.

You nearly knocked my head off!

Besides, you could
have broken my glasses.

Anyone who throws a
football without looking

where he's throwing it--

-Mitchell, I am terribly sorry,
but Dennis did not throw that.

I did.

-You?

-I, I, I don't know what to say.

I know it was a very
foolish thing to do.

-Boy, I'll say.

You could have
knocked his head off!

-Yeah.

And you might have
busted his glasses.

-Yes, I know.

I--

-No harm done, Mr. Wilson.

-You should never throw a
football without looking,

Mr. Wilson, because you might--
-All right, Dennis.

That's enough.

Run out and play.

Mr. Wilson, I came
over for some advice.

I'd-- say, these are
beautiful camellias.

Are they new?

-Oh, uh, this is my
experiment here, Mitchell.

This is a crossbreeding
of the best camellias

I have raised in
the last five years.

-You've raised a lot of them.

It must be a fascinating hobby.

-Oh, yes.

Yes, sir.

Some exciting things
can happen sometimes

with this crossbreeding
You'll never know. [chuckles]

Eh, but you said
you needed advice.

-Oh, yes.

Um, one of the men our
offices is retiring.

And we've all
chipped in together

to buy him some
garden equipment.

I thought maybe you
could advice me.

What I--
-Shoo!

[bee buzzes]
-This bee!

Pesky things are getting to
be a nuisance around here.

Shoo!
[bees buzzing]

-Darn bees!

-Please, Mr. Wilson,
don't hit them.

They're Opie Swanson's bees.

-They're Opie Swanson's?

-Opie Swanson got some beehives.

-They're having a
hard enough time

trying to find honey
without people hitting them.

-All right, Dennis.

Never mind.

-Gee, when they get
all the honey out

of Mr. Wilson's flowers,
Opie's going to give me some.

-Well, if they're gathering
honey for you, Dennis,

it's all right.

They can use my flowers.

-Gee, thanks, Mr. Wilson.

-Just have them keep their
stingers to themselves,

will you?

-Hey, you know what Mr.
Wilson just said, Tommy?

He said the bees could use
his flowers all they want to.

Isn't he swell?

-He sure is.

-Let's go see if he's got
any flowers in the house.

The bees will never
get to them in there.

-That gives me some good idea.

-No, not that way.

We're going the kitchen way.

There's always some flowers
on the kitchen table

and maybe in the
dining room, too.

Come on!

-The best thing for us to do is
get down to Merrivale's nursery

and look over the equipment.

-Well, I don't want
to be any bother.

-Oh, ho, no bother.

Not at all.

-I just thought you might
have some suggestions.

I can go down and
pick it up myself.

-Oh, oh, if I let you go
down there alone, Mitchell,

why, that greedy old coot would
steal you blind. [chuckles]

I'll go down with you, and
we'll steal him blind. [laughs]

-Fair enough.

-Boy, it sure is a good
thing we looked in the house.

-I'll say what.

-There's enough flowers
here for a bottle of honey.

-You don't think Mrs.
Wilson will get mad, do you?

-Heck, no.

Mrs. Wilson loves kids and bees.

And besides, she's visiting
her mother in Iowa.

-Oh.

-Mr. Wilson's sister is
keeping house for him.

And she won't mind either.

And Mr. Wilson said we
could use his flowers.

-That's what he said, all right.

-Besides, he's
downtown, shopping.

[bees buzzing]

-Bees, duck!

[bees buzzing]

-Boy, the bees sure
are glad about us

bringing those flowers out.

They're buzzing all around them.

-Hm.

You know what they're
not buzzing around?

Those camellias.

Look at that.

They don't even go near them.

-Maybe they haven't
got any honey in them.

-Oh, I'll bet these
big, fat camellias

are just busting with honey.

Say, I bet I know why
the bees don't try them.

They don't smell like anything.

-You're right.

They don't smell at all.

-If they smell good, like
the honeysuckle and stuff,

I bet the bees would
go for them, all right.

-Sure, they would.

-Hey, I got it, Tommy!

I know exactly what to do.

Yeah, come on!

-Ew, smell this one.

-Ooh, that's no good.

Boy, when I get through
with those camellias,

they'll smell sweller
than any flower in town.

-Sure takes a lot of stuff
to make your mom pretty.

-It does not.

My mom was born pretty.

She doesn't need all this stuff.

-Why did she buy it, then?

-She just likes to
spend money, that's why.

My dad said so.

-My dad says that, too.

He says Mom's going to send
him to the poorhouse some day.

-Well, when my dad
goes to the poorhouse,

my mom would probably
go with him, I bet.

They go every place together.

-Hey, this smells good.

Maybe the bees would like this.

-No.

That's not perfume anyhow.

That's called hair locker.

-Hair locker?

-Mommy uses it to lock her hair
down so the wind won't blow it.

It's the only thing we got
that'll hold this down.

-Want me to give it a squirt?

-Heck, no!

It makes my head feel puckery.

One thing I can't stand
is a puckery head.

Hey, I know just
the stuff, Tommy.

Uh!

Boost me up, will you, Tommy?

Mom says she's going to
throw this stuff away,

but it smells real pretty.

I bet the bees will go
for this, all right.

[spritzing]

-I would, if I was a bee.

-I bet they'll come zooming
right up those camellias

when they smell this.

Bzz, bzz, bzz, bzz.

-Bzz.

-Bzz.

-Plenty of bees around
here, all right.

-This ought to show
them where the honey is.

-That smells good.

Smells kind of like my
grandpa's apple trees.

-Tommy, you've got
a very smart nose

because that's exactly
what this perfume is.

Apple blossom.

-Bees like apple blossoms.

-Sure, they do.

[bee buzzing]

-Hey, look.

Here comes one now!

-Hey, there's lots of them.

We better get out of
here and give them room

because we don't want
to make them nervous.

-No, sir.

Because there's nothing
worser than a nervous bee.

Come on!

-I certainly appreciate
your help, Mr. Wilson.

You really hammered
Merrivale's prices down for me.

[both laugh]

-Oh, I always drive a good
bargain with old Merrivale.

He's tighter than a
short shoe, but he never

makes a dime on me.

-Well, you're a tough
dealer. [chuckles]

-Gee, your garden smells good.

-[sniffs]

Yes.

Hm, nature's own perfume.

-Lovely.

Well, thanks again.
I'll be seeing you.

-Ah, see you later, Mitchell.

My golly!

It's glorious out here today!

Oh, oh, sis!

Oh, sis!

Are you home?

Aah.

-I just got home, George.

What is it?

-Oh, come on, smell the garden.

The flowers have
never been better.

-They do smell sweet.

-Hmm.

What a variety of fragrance!

Smell like honeysuckle.

And those roses.

-But you know, the
strongest odors

seems to come from these
camellias over here.

-Uh?

Oh, ho, ho.

Oh, your nose is mixed up, sis.
He-he.

Oh, camellias don't
have any odor.

-Oh, that doesn't
have any odor, huh?

-Oh, they may have a little
springy smell, some of them,

but no special fragrance.

Uh, this is my own experiment
here, these plants, you know.

I've been, uh,
crossbreeding these.

And I-- [sniffs]

They do have a fragrance.

Beautiful fragrance, too.

Smell this.
-Yes, George.

I'm the one who said
they had an odor in them.

-Why, this is sensational!

Why, they smell like apple
blossoms, don't they?

-You know, I think
they do at that.

-Why, this is--
-Yes, they're very nice, George.

[chuckles]

-"Very nice"?

Why, you realize
what I've got here?

There isn't another camellia
in the world like this.

-George, that's wonderful!

-What a triumph!

Somehow I've crossed
just the proper type

to breed a the
fragrance into them.

George Wilson Fragrant Camellia.

-That's a good name for them!

-[gasps]

Lovely!

Why, every gardener in town
will be excited about this.

They'll all want one.

And of course, I--
every gardener in town?

Why, every gardener
in the country

will be excited about this!

Why, there's a fortune in it!

-But you haven't got that many.

-All right, I'll grow them or
have them grow acres of them.

Oh, this thing has
unlimited possibilities.

-Goodness, I didn't realize!

-Wait till old Merrivale
hears about this.

Say, maybe I'll let
him handle them for me

if he can come up
with enough money.

If not, they'll go to
the highest bidder.

Oho, June!

Why, this is going to make
horticultural history!

The Fragrant Camellia
by George Wilson.

Well, Merrivale, Are
you satisfied now?

-By golly, Wilson,
I can't believe it.

Fragrant Camellia.

It's a-- it's--

-Sensational?

-Well, uh, let's just
say it's a bit unusual.

-Oh, no.

Let's say sensational.

Worth more money that way.

-Well, I probably could
make a few dollars with them

if you handle them right.

See, it's not easy to--

-Why, Merrivale, you old fraud!

Why, I could get $ apiece
for these plants right now,

and you know it.

-Oh, well now,
Wilson, you don't--

-If you are ready to talk real
turkey, we'll go in and talk.

If not--

-I hope you're not
going to be too

hard to deal with now, Wilson.

We've been friends a long time.

-Friends?

Oh, say, if I
didn't keep my mouth

closed tight every
time I deal with you,

you'd have had my
back teeth long ago.

-No, you don't
heckle me, Wilson.

I've had a bad day.

-[chuckles]

Good for you.

-To top it all off, that
neighbor kid of yours

was in twice today, just
pestering me to death.

-Dennis?

Well, what did he want?

-Oh, something about the
flowers and honey and-- would I

leave the hothouse windows
open so the bees could come in

at night? [grunts]

Confounded kids!

-[laughs]

You just relax, Merrivale.

Now, you sit there
and figure out

your best deal on those
camellias, then double it.

I'll go get us a cold drink.

-There he is, Tommy.

Hi, Mr. Merrivale.

We saw your truck outside.

Were you looking for us?

-I certainly wasn't.

-Have you changed your mind yet?

-Are you going to
leave the windows open

so the bees can get to your
swell flowers in the nursery?

-Oh, of course not.

That's ridiculous.

Now, you boys run along.

Mr. Wilson and I are
talking business.

-Boy, you must have
to talk pretty loud.

Mr. Wilson's not even here.

-He's in the kitchen.

-Will you leave one window open?

The bees can get in one window.

-No, I will not leave
one window open.

I-- oh.

-Hey!

Would you like a banana?

Mr. Wilson wouldn't mind.

-No, thanks.

-Don't you like
bananas, Mr. Merrivale?

-Yes, but I can't
eat them today.

I've got a nervous stomach.

-You have?

Tommy's cat is the same way.

-Yeah, if you scratch
his stomach, he bites.

-Mr. Merrivale, if somebody
scratches your stomach,

do you bite?

-Dennis, for heaven's sake!

-Don't you want me
to talk about it?

-No.

-Don't ever tell anybody about
Mr. Merrivale's stomach, Tommy.

-Oh, that's enough, boys.

You get out of here.

Go and bother somebody else.

-OK.

-All right, Merrivale,
time for another one.

There.

There now, you feeling better?

-Yeah, thanks, Wilson.

Much better.

Now, see here.

Look at that hand.

That nerve medicine took
the shake right out of it.

-[chuckles]

-Oh, those kids.

-Oh, I know.

Yes, they used to
bother me, too.

But this is my secret w*apon.

-That sure does the
work, all right.

-Mm-hm.

-Where do you buy it?

-Oh, this stuff can't be bought.

I make it myself.

-Make it yourself, huh?

-Oh, by the gallon.

An old Indian guy gave me
the recipe many years ago.

Well, here, take
it along with you.

Be my guest.

-Well, fine, fine.

Thanks, heh.

Well, uh, Wilson, now, uh,
about, uh, those camellias.

The, uh--

-And I tell you, I'm as
excited as a kid about this.

Why, there's no telling how
much money we can make, heh.

-Oh, my.

That is exciting.

-That's wonderful, Mr. Wilson.

-[chuckles]

Of course, it's too big for
Merrivale to handle by himself.

But he's got this retired
millionaire who he thinks

might finance us.

-Outside banking then.

Good.

-Of course, uh, Merrivale says
he's a crotchety old codger.

But he's loaded with money.

And he's willing to
invest in anything

that he can make
more money with.

-My goodness.

One of these days, you may
turn into a regular Luther--

---Burbank dear.

-Burbank. [chuckles]
-That's right, you know.

It-- it won't be long while
before I'll be able to say,

I knew Wilson when a camellia
just smelled like a camellia.

-I left the camellia
with him last night.

He said he'd be here for
lunch at o'clock today.

-Well, it's almost : now.

-Ahh, he'll be here.

Now, look, Wilson.

I have told you, Stacy
is a peculiar old duffer

with a very snappish temper.

So you better let
me do the talking.

-Oh, fiddle-faddle.
He doesn't intimidate me.

-Well, he was in a
foul humor last night

when I got out there.

Mad at the chauffeur
or somebody.

Fact is, I wound up
leaving that bottle

of nerve medicine of yours.

Say, um, where are the
rest of the camellias?

You had more than this.

-Oh, I put them out
there behind the house.

I wanted to see if the sun has
any effect on their fragrance.

[inaudible]

-These are OK, Tommy.

They still smell swell.
-Yep.

The bees are finding
them, all right.

See?

[bees buzzing]
-Yeah.

Sure is a good thing
I came over here

early this morning, though.

These flowers didn't have
one single smell on them.

-Not any of them?

-No, sir.

So I just drowned them with
perfume right before breakfast.

-Ah, so there will be no
misunderstanding, Wilson,

let's pour over our agreement
again before Stacy gets here.

-Oh, good heavens, Merrivale.
I know it by heart.

If Stacy wants to
put up the money,

we give him % of the deal.

That leaves %.

[spritzing]

- for me, for you.

-Well, I think it ought to
be even stevens with you

and me, Wilson.

Well, OK, - .

-Well, naturally, I'll be
president of the company.

-Excuse me, Mr. Wilson.

Could you move your
chair a little bit?

-Oh, my chair?

Oh yes, of course.

And, uh, I suppose,
uh, Stacy will probably

want to be treasurer,
so you can--

Dennis, what are you doing?

What do you boys want anyhow?

-We don't want
anything, thank you.

We're just putting some
perfume on the camellias again.

-Oh, they're just--
you (SHOUTS) what?

-You must have missed this
one this morning, Dennis.

It doesn't smell like anything.

-Dennis, um, you, I mean, the,
tha-that fragrance, I mean,

did you--

-Sure, we put perfume
on all of them

so the bees would find
them and get the honey.

-Wha-- I, I thought, I
thought, I, I've, euh, oh, no!

-You and your
fragrant camellias.

Ha!

The only thing about this
whole deal that doesn't smell

is your camellias.

-Mr. Wilson?

Mr. Wilson?

Camellias don't
smell like anything

if you don't put
perfume on them.

-We know that.

-Dennis, home.
Home!

-George, your visitor is here.

Well, come on out, sir.

-Thank you.

Mr. Wilson, I'm Mark Stacy.

-Oh, how are you?

-How are you, sir?

How are you, Merrivale?

-Stacy.

-Well, I won't waste
time, Mr. Wilson.

You've got a great thing here.
I'd like to talk business.

-Oh, Mr. Stacy,
there, uh, there's

been a terrible mistake.

You see, we, uh,
the, uh, uh, uh, oh.

(MUTTERS) Great Scott!
Merrivale, say something.

-Oh, oh, well, uh, uh,
Wilson claimed the,

I mean, the, um--
sorry, we bothered you.

-Bothered me?

-Well, uh, I don't-- I
don't know how to say this.

But you see, the, uh, the,
the camellias aren't true,

Mr. Stacy.

I mean, they just aren't so.

I mean, they don't--

-Camellia?

That thing!

That confounded potted plant
caused my wife an allergy.

I haven't seen her sneeze
like that in years!

-But I, uh, I thought you
wanted to talk business?

-I do!

I want to talk about this
wonderful nerve medicine.

-Nerve medicine?

-Yes, sir.

I took some of that last night.

And my nerves haven't
been calmer in years.

You sell me that formula
on a royalty basis,

and we're in
business, Mr. Wilson.

-Well, I'll be-- darn,
my own nerve medicine!

-Yes, sir.
There's a lot of money in that.

What do you say?

-Well, I say, shake, partner.

Oh, by golly, gentlemen,
this calls for a toast.

DENNIS (OFFSCREEN):
Oh, Mr. Wilson?

Can we have some, too?

-Oh, Dennis, young boys
don't need nerve medicine.

-Oh, it's not for
us, Mr. Wilson.

It's only for the bees.

They're getting awful nervous.

-Well, all right, Dennis.

If it hadn't been for you
boys, this good fortune

wouldn't have happened.

I'll give you a whole bottle.

-A whole bottle?

-[chuckles]

Well, gentlemen, our toast.

Here's to Mr. Wilson's
nerve medicine.

-Good for what ails man
and beast, uh, and bees.

Ahh!