-Dennis, where are
you going with that?
-To the living room, Mom.
I want to see if Mrs.
Schooner can do it.
-Do what?
-What Dad said she could do,
talk the leg off a chair.
-Dennis, you come back here.
[theme music]
-Why are we doing
all this work, Dad?
-Why I told you, Dennis, this
is paint up, clean up week.
If we want to win the
award for our block,
we have to have
everything spic and span.
-Oh, Dad?
-Yeah?
-When will this clean
up week be over?
-Tomorrow.
-Then can we get dirty again?
-Here, Dennis, hold that brush
while I put the screen up.
-Dad?
-Yeah?
-Is Mr. Wilson your boss?
-Certainly not.
What makes you ask that?
-Well, Mom asked you to clean
the screen a zillion times,
and Mr. Wilson only
asked you once.
-Well, Mr. Wilson's chairman
of our block for this
paint up, clean up week
and it, it it's up to me
to cooperate with him.
-Oh, is that why you
raked up the leaves,
cleaned out the garage, and
took all the trash to the dump?
-Well, I guess you could
say that's the reason.
-Boy, if it wasn't
for Mr. Wilson,
we'd sure be a messy family.
-Henry, don't forget to
clean the rain gutters.
-Oh, I will, dear, as soon
as I get around to it.
-Oh, Henry.
You've been saying
that for weeks.
-I know, Alice,
but I just have--
-Hi, Mr. Wilson.
-Oh, hello, Dennis.
-Hi, Mr. Wilson.
-Mitchell.
-Well, I'm just
checking you out.
Yard raked up, trash hauled,
flower beds in order,
screens brushed.
-Oh, we were just finishing up.
-Well, it's a fine
job, Mitchell.
It's good to have
you on the team.
-Uh, Mr. Wilson.
-Oh, hello, Alice.
-There's one more thing
you could add to your list.
-Oh?
-Cleaning the rain gutters.
-Cleaning out the rain gutters?
Oh, I hadn't noticed.
Well, we'll get that
taken care of right away,
won't we, Mitchell?
-Uh, yes, Mr. Wilson.
Right away.
Here, let me help you
with that, Mr. Wilson.
-Oh, thank you, Mitchell.
You know, it's a fine
thing when a man can't
park his car in front
of his own house.
-Every time something
goes on over at that park,
this street gets as
busy as Fifth Avenue.
-Martha says it's because
the museum is having
some kind of an
exhibit over there.
-Oh.
-Sergeant Mooney, what
are you doing there?
-This your car, Mr. Wilson?
-But Mooney, I live here.
You know that.
-You're double parked.
And it's a good
thing you are here
or I'd had a tow truck haul it
away in a couple of seconds.
Your driver's license please.
-Mooney, I was only
unloading my car.
And the parking problem
around here isn't my fault.
-Jeepers, Mr. Wilson.
Are you getting arrested?
-Huh?
Oh, of course I'm
not getting arrested.
-Oh, you buying tickets
to something, Mr. Wilson?
-Dennis, that's enough.
-No.
Mooney, I think
this is very unfair.
I have a good mind to
do something about this.
-You'd have saved
yourself a lot of trouble
if you had parked in
your own driveway.
-But, Sergeant Mooney, how could
Mr. Wilson get in his driveway
when it's all blocked up?
-Well, so it is.
This calls for another ticket.
-Good boy, Dennis.
You're very alert.
That will teach a lesson to
some inconsiderate people
around here who, oh no.
-What's the matter, Mr. Wilson?
-Oh, that's the trailer I
rented to haul away my trash.
-Oh, George, the garden's
beautiful, simply beautiful.
-Ah, thank you, Martha, my dear.
Well, if we're to win
that award tomorrow,
the block chairman
must lead by example.
-Well, if we don't win,
it won't be your fault.
Everything is just perfect, the
shrubs, the flowers, the patio.
-Yeah, everything but that.
-Now, dear, don't get upset
over Dennis' tree house.
-I think it was designed by
Mrs. Wiggs of the cabbage patch.
-I must admit, it is
a little unsightly.
-Unsightly?
Martha, look, below
the fence, Taj Mahal,
above the fence, tobacco row.
-I think they're talking
about my tree house.
That thing's a monstrosity.
-Does that means it's good?
-I don't know.
-Why, it's a dilapidated
hunk of debris.
-Well, I wish he'd just say
whether he likes it or not.
-Yeah.
-Well, Martha, I have to put
this stuff back in the garage
and then go down the block and
check out a couple more houses.
-All right, dear.
I've got plenty to
do in the house.
-All right.
-Hey, Tommy.
-Yeah?
-If this is clean up
week for the big houses,
how come it can't be clean up
week for the tree houses too?
-I don't know.
-Well, I think it ought to be.
Because if good old Mr.
Wilson didn't win the prize
on account of my tree
house that would be awful.
Come on.
-What do we do first, Dennis?
-First, we've got to
get rid of the trash.
-OK.
Now, let's see.
We've got some bones,
a couple of tin cans,
a busted old inner tube,
and a swell license plate.
But I don't see any trash.
-I guess I don't have any.
Let's see if my
rug needs cleaned.
-Looks all right to me.
-Yeah.
It really didn't
have time to get
dirty I shook it out just
a couple of months ago.
Hey, what if we took
down this old quilt?
-Golly, I thought that
was the best part.
-Yeah.
But let's try it and see.
-OK.
-It's stuck on a nail.
-Something's holding it.
-We've got to pull
hard together.
-OK.
You know something, Dennis?
I think it does look
better without the quilt.
-Yeah.
This is going to make good
old Mr. Wilson real happy.
There.
-George, it's nice to know that
the neighbors have shown you
such cooperation.
-Oh yes, Martha, everybody's
done a splendid job.
But you know confidentially,
my dear, just between you
and me, I think we
have the most-- Oh, no.
-George, what on Earth?
-Hey, Mr. Wilson.
How'd you like the way me and
Tommy cleaned up my tree house?
Golly, Tommy look.
-Huh?
-That furniture,
it's got fur on it.
-Yeah.
-What happened to your
furniture Mr. Wilson?
-What happened to my furniture?
-I guess he doesn't know either.
-Oh, give me strength.
Oh, no, you better
take my strength away.
-Tommy, I think we'd
better get down from here.
Come on.
-Oh, George, it looks
even better than before.
-[sigh]
-Oh, now don't act like that.
You know Dennis means well.
-Means well?
Martha, locusts mean well.
-Come now, he isn't that bad.
-I'm so far behind schedule now.
-Hi, Mr. Wilson.
-Hold it.
You hold your ground.
-Mr. Wilson, I just came
over to say I'm sorry.
-Well, apology accepted.
Goodbye.
-George.
-How'd you like the way me and
Tommy fixed up my tree house?
Pretty neat, huh?
-Yeah, pretty neat.
-Maybe you'd like me and
Tommy to do something for you.
-No.
Absolutely not.
Dennis, can't you see?
I've just painted this?
-But we want to help you
win the prize, Mr. Wilson.
-No.
-George, the boys
only want to help.
You should encourage them to
do something constructive.
-Constructive, they're
about as constructive
as a couple of hand grenades.
-You know what they
say about busy hands.
-Busy, yeah.
You know, Dennis, this is paint
up week and that wagon of yours
looks pretty bad.
Uh, how would you
like to paint it?
-Boy, would I.
-But we don't have any paint.
-Well, let's see now.
Dennis, if you, uh, take your
wagon over to Tommy's and paint
it there, I'll give some to you.
Oh, Tommy, you do
still live in the house
on the other side of
the park, don't you?
-Yes, sir.
-What color should we
paint it, Mr. Wilson?
-Well, it used to be red.
And it just so happens
I have some red paint
right in my garage.
-Boy, thanks, Mr. Wilson.
Red's my favorite color.
-Good.
Just inside the door there.
There's some old
paint brushes too.
You know, Martha,
if I'm lucky, he'll
trip and spill
the paint all over
himself then his papa will
have to spank him good.
-George.
What a horrible thing to say.
-It's just a horrible thing
to say, but hoo, hoo, hoo,
what a beautiful thought.
[crash]
-Hey, Dennis.
-Golly.
What are we gonna do now?
-I'll see you tomorrow.
-Wait Tommy.
We can't leave this
paint all over the curb.
-What are we gonna do about it?
-You got blotters at your house?
-No, I don't think so.
Hey, maybe we can rub
it out with some dirt.
-No, wait a minute.
You know something?
It makes the curb
look kind of pretty.
-Yeah.
It does look pretty.
-They call this paint
up week, why don't we
paint the rest of the curb?
It will make Mr. Wilson's
place look real swell.
-OK.
-Boy, will Mr.
Wilson be surprised.
-I'll say.
-I'll paint this side
and you paint that side.
There all done.
-We sure are good painters
aren't we, Dennis?
-Yeah.
Mr. Wilson couldn't do it
any better himself I bet.
-Dennis, lunch is ready.
-OK, Mom.
-I'll see you later, Dennis.
-Oh, Martha, I have to rush
over to the Richardson's.
They want me to inspect
their grape arbor.
And the Wilcox's have a
problem with their fish pond.
-Well, you go ahead,
dear, I'll finish up here.
-Oh, that's just the
finishing touch we need.
My the place looks beautiful.
Bye, dear.
Darn kid painted his wagon
and left the paint here.
-Hey, Wilson.
-Oh, hello, Sergeant Mooney.
Yes?
-I see you decided to take
matters in your own hands.
-What?
-Oh, you know what I'm talking
about, painting the curve red
so people can't park here.
-Painting the curb
red so, oh no.
-You just can't leave
well enough alone.
Can you?
-Oh, now wait a minute, Mooney.
I didn't do this.
-Oh, no, of course not.
What are you doing with the
paint and brush in your hands?
Tinting your fingernails?
Come on, see if you can explain
it down at headquarters.
-Now, listen, Mooney.
If you'll only listen.
-And I'd like to add, I think
you're a pretty sloppy painter.
-Oh now, wait, you
must be reasonable.
Oh, for heaven's sake.
-Dad?
-Yes, Dennis?
-Is it all right for me
to come downstairs now?
-Do you think you can
remember what you did wrong?
-Oh, yes, Dad.
I won't ever use
red paint again.
-Or bother Mr. Wilson or paint
anything without permission?
-Oh, yes, Dad.
Even if it's paint
up and clean up week.
I won't ever paint
up or clean up again.
-All right, Dennis,
you can come down.
-Poor Mr. Wilson with
so much on his mind
now, this has to happen.
-We're terribly sorry
about this, Mrs. Wilson.
-Of course, if we won the award
all this would be forgotten.
-Oh, I do hope for
his sake he wins.
He's put so much time
and effort into it.
-We'll win, Dad.
-Oh?
-Sure.
Because Mr. Wilson's a good guy.
And the good guys always win.
-Well, I better be going along.
Oh, there's George now.
He's coming over here.
-Boy, that's swell.
Now I can ask him for something.
-Don't you say one word
to Mr. Wilson, Dennis.
-But Dad.
-Not one word.
-Yes sir.
[doorbell]
-Hold on, the roof's
about to fall in.
Hello, Mr. Wilson.
-Hello, Mitchell.
Alice.
Martha.
-Mr. Wilson.
-Hello, Dennis.
Well, I said hello, Dennis.
-Dennis, Mr. Wilson's
speaking to you.
-But you told me
not to say one word.
-Forget what I said.
-Hello, Mr. Wilson.
Did they handcuff you?
Did they feed you
bread and water?
Will your picture be
in the post office?
-Dennis, that's enough.
Incidentally, Mr. Wilson, I got
some paint remover and Dennis
and I cleaned the curb.
We're very sorry about that.
-It's all right, Mitchell.
Everything worked
out for the best.
-Oh?
-Oh, yes, indeed.
My little trip down
the headquarters
gave me a chance to
air my views regarding
our deplorable
parking situation.
-Do you think it did
any good, George?
-Oh, yes.
They promised be
immediate action.
-Well.
-Of course, knowing the
city, immediate action
probably means .
-How true.
-I must be on my way for
my final inspection tour.
Oh, and Martha, you better get
home and dust off our mantle.
-Dust off the mantle?
-Yes, for that plaque we're
going to win tomorrow.
See you later folks.
Oh, sorry, Dennis.
Well, now, what
are you staring at?
-The ceiling.
When you got here Dad said
the roof was going to fall in.
-George, we must
have had a high wind
last night the back yard
is filled with leaves.
-What?
Oh.
Great Scott, the front yard's
filled with leaves too.
[phone ringing]
-Oh, I, I, I I'll get it.
Oh, that's hot.
Hello.
Oh, hello, Chet.
What?
Oh, thanks for tipping me off.
Martha, that was Chet Turner
who lives over on Maple Street.
He says the inspecting committee
is on his street right now.
-Oh, dear.
-We'll have to hurry.
-I'll tell you.
I'll rake up the
leaves in the back yard
if you'll do the front.
-That's a good idea,
Martha, a splendid idea.
You oh.
Yes.
Oh, dear.
-Hi, Mr. Wilson.
Me and Tommy came
over to see if we
could do something to help you.
-No, no, no, don't
bother me now, boys.
I've got to rake
up these leaves.
-George, the trellis in
the patio has blown down.
-The trellis?
Well, of all the
time for the, oh, oh.
Ah, yes, boys you can help me.
Now look, gather
up these leaves.
The wind really made a mess
of this yard last night.
-OK, Mr. Wilson.
-And the committee's due here
any minute so do a good job.
-We sure will, Mr. Wilson.
-I don't know why,
Martha, but I have
a feeling I've just
made a terrible mistake.
-You're just nervous because
the committee's coming.
-You're darn right I am.
-Tommy, take that
piece of cardboard
and hold it down here so I
can rake the leaves on it.
-OK.
Now, what do I with it?
-Um, put them in the wagon.
That way we can haul them
off to the empty lot.
And Mr. Wilson won't have
to bother with them anymore.
-Dennis?
-Huh?
-How much do you
think Mr. Wilson
will give us for doing this?
-Oh, I don't want anything.
I'm just doing this because
Mr. Wilson is such a nice man.
-Don't you think he'd be a
nicer man if he gave us $.?
-No.
-A dime?
-Boy, I'll bet even
Mr. Wilson couldn't
do a better job than this.
-I'll say.
Maybe he'll give us a nickel.
-We're not taking
anything from him.
We're doing it because
he's our friend.
-OK.
But next time we better work
for somebody we don't like.
-Oh, Tommy.
Come on.
We've got to dump these
leaves in the empty lot.
Mr. Wilson's not
going to win a plaque
with that old basket in
the middle of his lawn.
Put it some place where it
will be out of the way, Tommy.
-Ah, I finally got that
trellis back up, Martha,
I just hope nothing
else goes wrong.
-Nothing is going to go wrong.
The block is beautiful
and we're sure to win.
-Oh.
Oh, great Scott, Martha, it's
the inspecting committee.
-Oh.
I just love these ribbons.
Your attention everyone.
This is our final block.
And I want to stress the
importance of maintaining
our same high standards
of inspection.
-Of course.
-Mr. Staley, you
and your group will
inspect the houses that way.
And the rest of us
will work this way.
-Oh, Mrs. Schooner.
-Yes, Mr. Staley?
-It is a minus ten points
for tarnished house numbers?
-No, a minus five
for house numbers.
Minus ten is for moths
in the porch light.
-Thank you.
-The committee's in
our backyard now.
-Oh?
How'd they look?
What'd they say?
-Oh, they look sort
of non-committal,
and they were just whispering.
-They're eyeing
Dennis' tree house.
-Oh, great Scott.
That's going to
spoil everything.
-Well, if it is
mutually agreed, shall
we give Mr. Wilson
the good news?
-I should say so.
-Well, personally
I thought it was
between this block and
the one on Oak Street.
-Please, Mr. Staley,
it was on Oak Street
where they had algae
in the bird bath.
-I'll reconsider and
vote for Elm Street.
[doorbell]
-Well, I had no idea you
were in the neighborhood.
Please come in.
-Look Tommy, some people parked
in front of Mr. Wilson's house
again.
-Yeah.
And he sure hates that.
-Well, I'm going to
do something about it.
-What can you do?
-There's a police
car over by the park
and I'm going to go
tell him about it.
Jeepers, Tommy, that was a
dumb place to leave the basket.
Put it in wagon and
take it to our garage.
-OK.
-And that brings us to this
lovely block on Elm Street.
Mr. Wilson, as chairman of
the committee for paint up,
clean up week in
our community it
is my pleasant
duty to inform you
that you have won the
award for the best
block in the community.
[applause]
-Oh, I feel humble.
And we would now
like to announce
the winner of the individual
award for the best
host in the block.
Oh, my cup runneth over.
-George, they haven't
announced it yet.
-Actually, I'm glad Mr. and
Mrs. Mitchell are here too.
The final decision was
between your two homes.
-What finally decided
us was the tree house.
-Well, I hope you realize
that tree house isn't mine.
-Oh?
It hangs over your yard.
-Oh, that's true.
But it belongs to their
little boy Dennis.
-Well, in that case, the
Mitchell's are the winners.
-It was a masterly touch.
-That tree house complete
with American flag
evoked the memory of
all our childhoods.
-Charming, charming.
-Well, thank you.
Thank you all.
-Oh, we certainly
do feel honored.
-George, I think you
should say something.
-Thank you, my dear.
I will.
Now, in as much as that tree
house hangs over my property--
-George.
-Mr. Wilson, as chairman of the
winning block you, of course,
will receive the larger
of the two plaques.
-Oh, the larger.
-Mr. Staley, may I have
the plaques please?
-Oh, oh, I must have
left them in the car.
-Would you mind
getting them for me?
-Oh, I'll, I'll get them.
I'll get them.
Wait!
Hold it!
Stop!
-Hi, Mr. Wilson.
Look what we did for you.
We had them two that old
car off to the pound.
-Great Scott!
[theme music]
02x09 - Paint-up, Clean-up Week
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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.