-Dad, isn't it swell about Mr.
and Mrs.
Wilson
staying over here
tomorrow night?
-Yes, son.
-Is that why you're
putting the sticky stuff
all over the floor?
-Uh, Dennis, keep your
fingers out of it!
No, as a matter of
fact, the guest room
needed a varnishing,
and your mother
and I thought this would be just
as good a time-- Dennis!
-Jeepers!
Here, Sam!
-Dennis, stay where you are.
How many times have I
told you about keeping
this frog in the house?
-I'm not keeping him
in the house, dad!
He's just visiting!
-Well, visiting hours are over.
I'm telling you
for the last time,
I want you to find another
home for that frog.
Do you understood?
-OK.
Come on, Sam.
We gotta find you a
new place to live.
[theme music]
-Oh, Martha, Listen
to this warranty
on the back of
these instructions.
Says, guaranteed to exterminate
all insects that walk,
crawl, wiggle, or fly.
-I only hope it works, dear.
-Oh, it will, Martha.
It's bound to.
Oh, all we have to do is uncork
that bottle that's
in the basement, let the
fumes come up through
the air vents.
-I'd feel better if you'd
called in a
professional fumigator.
You've already tried to get rid
of those termites
once by yourself
without success.
[door bell]
-Well, that was before they had
this new, improved product
on the market, my dear.
-Hi, Mr. Wilson!
-Oh, it's you, Dennis.
-Mr. Wilson, I'd like you to meet
Sam, a new friend of mine.
-Bring him in.
-He is in!
-Oh, good grief!
-Hello, dear.
-Hi, Mrs. Wilson!
Mr. Wilson, would you mind giving
Sam a home in the fish
pond in your backyard?
-Yes, I would mind!
Very much!
-But I've gotta find
him a nice home.
-George, what harm would it do?
-Martha!
I have no intention of letting a
loud bullfrog croak love
songs underneath my bedroom
window all night long.
-He won't, Mr. Wilson.
He doesn't even know any!
-(MUTTERING) Doesn't know any.
Dennis, the answer is no.
Now please take your slimy
friend away from here.
-OK.
Come along, Sam.
See you tomorrow night at our
place, Mr.
Wilson.
-George Wilson!
How much noise can
one small frog make?
-Well that's an interesting
question, Martha.
And I have no intention
of finding out
the answer at
o'clock in the morning.
Oh, if only we didn't
have to stay out
of the house for
hours while we fumigate.
-We're only going next
door to the Mitchells'.
-Yes, that's what I mean.
-Now, George, you hinted around
until they practically
had to ask us to stay.
-Now I wonder if that was wise--
hours with Dennis.
DENNIS (OFFSCREEN): Mr. Wilson!
Mr. Wilson!
Mr. Wilson!
Mr. Wilson!
-What's the matter now, Dennis?
-Sam jumped down
into your basement!
-Well, what do you expect me to
do, organize a safari?
Run down there and
get him out yourself.
-OK, Mr. Wilson!
Sam?
Where are ya, Sam?
You down there, Sam?
Jeez!
[croaking]
-Gotcha!
Uh-oh.
Now look what you
made me do, Sam!
Boy, is Mr. Wilson
going to be mad!
I found Sam, Mr. Wilson.
-Oh, that's fine, Dennis.
-Is that stuff in
the basement what
you're gonna use to k*ll
your bugs, Mr. Wilson?
-Yes, Dennis.
Now don't bother me.
-Gee, that bottle is sure made
out of breakable glass,
isn't it, Mr. Wilson?
-George, what's
that strange odor?
-Hm?
Why, it smells like-- Dennis!
Tell me you didn't!
-Have you ever
thought about staying
at our place
tonight, Mr. Wilson?
-Great Scott, he did!
Run for your lives!
Oh, Dennis, come on!
Get out of here!
Ugh!
-Doesn't look as if the
varnish on that floor
will be dry until
tomorrow morning.
-Oh, dear, I was afraid of that.
-Well, you can't mean the
floor of the guest room?
-Well, I could put some
paper down, I suppose.
-And spoil your new floor?
Couldn't we do something else?
-Let's see, um,
Alice, Mrs. Wilson
could sleep in my bed upstairs.
I can sleep on the
couch down here.
And-and Mr. Wilson
can sleep on the fold
out cot in Dennis's room.
-Oh, well I suppose
for one night
it wouldn't hurt--
Dennis's room?
-It's a very comfortable
cot, Mr. Wilson.
-Uh, let me try the sofa.
Excuse me, Martha.
Try it here.
And see.
-How does it feel?
-Well, I don't know.
It feels as if I bulge where the
sofa doesn't, or something.
-Dear, perhaps Mr.
Wilson would rather use
Dennis's bed.
-Alice, George wouldn't
think of doing it.
Would you, dear?
-Oh, no, no, of course
I wouldn't, Martha.
Unless they insisted.
-We should have
thought of it sooner.
Dennis won't mind sleeping
on the cot one bit.
-You see there, Martha?
They insisted.
Oh, excuse me.
-Perha[s you'd like to take
alittle nap before dinner, Mr.
Wilson?
-Why yes, Alice, thank you.
I believe I would.
-George?
-Hm?
-I hope you don't
walk in your sleep
tonight and scare these
people half to death.
-Now Martha, you know very well I
haven't walked in my sleep
for nearly a year.
-But you're more
apt to do it when
you're overtired,
the way you are now.
-Hey, dad!
Guess where Sam's moved to?
-Dennis, I'm in no mood
for guessing games.
-I moved him over to
Tommy's fish pond.
-Well, I'm happy
for both your sake.
-Hey, where's good
ol' Mr. Wilson?
-Dennis, I think you've
bothered Mr.
Wilson enough for one day.
He's just gone upstairs.
-Jeepers, dad.
I'm not gonna bother him.
I just wanna ask him if he wants
to go rollerskating!
-Uh, Dennis?
Uh, Mr. Wilson's
gone up to lie down.
-Already?
He hasn't even done
anything with me yet!
-He's just taking a little
nap before dinner.
-Oh.
-Oh, incidentally,
Mr. Wilson is going
to share your bedroom
with you tonight.
-Oh, boy!
Good ol' Mr. Wilson!
-And one other thing-- I-I don't
think it's anything
to be concerned about--
but I understand
Mr. Wilson walks in
his sleep sometimes.
-Walks in his sleep?
-Well, where are you off to now?
-I gotta tell the
kids about this!
-Oh, George, just
look at this room.
-Ha ha!
Baseball pennants, ,
comic books,
nasty-looking spider.
Bubble gum.
Wonder what's in this thing?
[boing]
-Oh, my!
-Oh, George.
Doesn't this room make
you a little sorry
that we don't have a
little boy of our own?
-Makes me a little
sorry we don't
have a little hotel
room of our own.
-George, it's only
for overnight.
-Oh, well, all right.
Oh, Martha, I had everything
so beautifully planned
for tomorrow.
Now look at me-- gassed
out of my own house
without even my toothbrush.
All because of Dennis.
-Oh, dear, it isn't as if Dennis
did it on purpose.
-Well Martha, hurricanes don't
wreck towns on purpose.
Great Scott!
-What is it, dear?
-Well I don't know,
it-- what in the world?
A stuffed alligator.
Good grief.
Ugh.
Oh.
-Well, I gotta get back inside.
Mr. Wilson's taking a nap.
For all I know, he's
walking around up
there right now.
-Wow!
-Dennis!
Can I come with ya?
-Jeepers, Tommy,
there's no telling
how mom and dad will feel about
outsiders watching.
-I'll give ya a nickel.
-A nickel?
-I'll give you a nickel,
too-- uh, tomorrow.
-Here's my nickel, Dennis!
-OK, come on.
He's right in there.
Now, all of you sit down.
Shh.
-Boy, this is better than waitin'
for a horror movie
to start!
-You asleep?
-Oh!
Oh, oh, it's you, Dennis.
-You feelin' sleepy, Mr. Wilson?
-Well, I was, until you came in.
-Would you like me to ask my mom
to give you a sleeping pill?
-Oh, Dennis, go home.
-I am home!
-Oh, so you are.
Good grief.
-He's not asleep yet.
But one eyelid's kinda droopy.
-Gee, Dennis!
I gotta get home
for supper soon!
-Me, too!
-And I gotta get back
and change my babies.
I want my nickel back!
-Me, too!
-Jeepers, Tommy, which
would you rather do?
Eat or watch something
that will scare you
for the next years?
-I wanna do both.
[gasps]
-Oh, now what is it, Dennis?
-Mr. Wilson, would you mind
walking around a little
with your eyes closed?
-Would I what?
-I've got three friends
out there who have never
seen anybody walk
in their sleep.
-Oh, for Pete's sake!
-Well, what are you
children doing here?
-Good afternoon, Mrs. Wilson.
We're waiting for Mr. Wilson to
walk in his sleep.
-Hi, Mrs. Wilson!
-Dennis, I'm sure your
mother would rather you children
played outside.
Besides, Mr.
Wilson never walks in his
sleep during the day.
-He doesn't?
-No.
-Oh.
OK, come on, kids.
Hey, Mrs. Wilson?
Will you do us
little kids on favor?
-Of course, dear.
What is it?
-If Mr. Wilson does start
walking in his sleep,
aim him down the stairs.
-What are we gonna do now?
-I got an idea!
Instead of giving your
nickels back, I'll stay
up all night.
-What good will that do us?
-Yeah!
-When Mr. Wilson
walks in his sleep,
I'll take a picture
with my flash camera
and give ya each a copy!
-Gee, Dennis,
that's a swell idea!
-Yeah!
-I want my nickel back!
I don't believe he walks in
his sleep at all,
Dennis Mitchell!
-Here's your nickel
back, Margaret.
Mr. Wilson probably
wouldn't walk
in front of a dumb girl, anyhow!
-Is that so?
Come along, children.
-See you tomorrow, Dennis!
-I'd better go
home, too, Dennis.
-Hey Tommy, say
hello to Sam for me.
And tell him not to go
swimming in your fish
pond after eating.
-OK.
I really hope he doesn't start
making a lot of noise
in the middle of the night.
My dad's bad enough
when I wake him up!
-Good night, dear.
-Oh, good night, Martha.
-I hope those pajamas
fit, Mr. Wilson.
-Oh, oh, they're-they're
fine, Mitchell.
-Good night, son.
-Good night, dad.
-Good night.
-Jeepers!
Isn't this fun, Mr. Wilson?
-Oh, this is just
peachy dandy, Dennis.
Go to sleep.
-First, we gotta
say our prayers.
Aren't you gonna say your
prayers, Mr.
Wilson?
-Well, you see,
Dennis, the sad fact
is, most grown people neglect to
say their prayers at night.
-My mom says all nice people say
their prayers every night.
-Well, your mom is
absolutely right.
Eh, well, you go first, Dennis.
-Dear Lord, please bless mom
and dad, and Mr. and Mrs.
Wilson,
and Tommy, and Sam.
And please make Mr. Wilson
walk in his sleep.
Amen.
-Dennis, I am not going
to walk in my sleep.
Oh.
Dear Lord, please watch
over Martha, and the Mitchells,
including Dennis.
Amen.
-What about Sam?
-I will pray for
your frog, Dennis,
when he starts putting
in a good word for me.
Heaven's sake.
-Good night, Mr. Wilson.
-Oh, good night.
-You want a drink of
water, Mr. Wilson?
-No, thank you.
-You hungry?
-Oh, Dennis, we just ate.
-Yeah, but that was downstairs!
-Dennis, go to sleep.
-Your bed comfortable?
-My bed is very comfortable.
How's yours?
-The one you're in is mine!
-I don't know the
one I'm in is yours.
I meant-- the-- oh, good night.
Well, what's wrong, now?
-I'm not sleepy!
-I am!
Dennis, would you please
mind not staring at me?
-Then how will I know when
youstart walking in your sleep?
-I am not going to
walk in my sleep.
Oh, good grief!
Oh!
Oh!
-Gee, Mr. Wilson!
You're the funniest friend I
ever slept with!
[whistling]
TOMMY (OFFSCREEN):
Open the front door!
-OK!
Jeepers, Tommy!
What are you doing
out this late?
-Your old frog was
croakin' so loud
thought he'd wake my dadup and
get me in trouble!
Here.
-Hi, Sam.
I guess he got home sick.
-I almost got in
trouble, anyway.
I ran into a policeman
on the way over here.
But I told him--
[croaking]
-There he goes!
-Uh-oh!
-Gee, that was a good one!
-He's going up the stairs!
Boy!
He's quick!
You look under that bed!
-Dennis!
Look!
[gasps]
-He's headed for the guest room!
We gotta get my camera.
-Yeah.
-Come on!
-Dennis, is that you?
-Jeepers!
It's mom!
-Henry!
Henry, wake up!
-Huh?
Huh?
What is it, Alice?
-Mr. Wilson isn't in his bed, and
the front door was open!
-Oh, he's probably
walking in his sleep.
-Get your coat, dear.
Oh, honey, that's my hat.
-Oh, yeah.
OK.
I'll start looking
around the neighborhood.
Meanwhile, you better
call the police.
-The police?
-Yeah, he may get
hit by a milk truck.
[door bell]
-Good evening.
-That certainly was
fast, wasn't it?
What can I do for you, officer?
-I stopped a little boy on the
street a few minutes ago.
He gave me this address.
-Is this possible?
-He ran away before I had a
chance to bring him home.
-But Dennis has been upstairs
in his bed all evening.
-Are you sure?
-Of course we're sure!
-Would you mind
if we took a look?
-Not at all!
[pop]
-I wonder what that was?
[snoring]
-I'll clean up the mess.
You get some more
flash bulbs, Tommy.
-OK!
-Alice, is anything the matter?
-Oh, Henry's going
out to look for Mr.
Wilson in just a few minutes.
-Look for him?
-Uh, right this way, officer.
-Well, he's in bed all right!
-But that's not Dennis!
-Sure it is, lady!
-I think that I know my own son!
-Tommy, what are you doing here?
-Hi, Mr. Mitchell.
I just dropped by
to bring Sam back.
-Where's my husband?
-Oh please, lady one
thing at a time, huh?
-Tommy, do you know
where Dennis is?
-Sure.
In the guest room.
-The guest room?
-Alice, what is going on?
-Oh, Mrs. Wilson, I wish I knew!
-Dennis, what are
you doing in here?
-I'm picking up glass so Mr.
Wilson won't walk on it.
-Now, I've seen everything.
-Shh! he must be
awakened gently.
-Uh, Dennis, come here, honey.
We'd better stay out here.
-George?
George, dear, wake up.
George?
I can't wake him up.
[croaking]
-Oh.
-Good ol' Sam can
wake anybody up!
-Oh, good morning, Martha.
Oh, what a dreadful night.
I dreamt I was sleeping
in the same with Dennis!
What am I doing here?
-Dear, you walked in your sleep.
-Good grief!
Now I remember!
It wasn't a dream!
I--
-Smile, Mr. Wilson!
Say cheese!
-Great Scott!
Ah, there, that awful
odor is finally gone.
Oh, isn't it wonderful to
be back in our own home
again, Martha?
-Yes, dear.
And I'm so glad
you're letting Dennis
keep the frog is our
fish pond after all.
-Well, I'm so glad to
be back that I just
couldn't be mad at anybody.
Besides, it was the
only way I could
be sure of getting those
negatives from Dennis.
DENNIS (OFFSCREEN): Mr. Wilson!
-Oh.
-Hi, Mr. Wilson!
Hi, Mrs. Wilson!
-Hello, dear.
-Oh, Dennis, what are
you doing over here?
-I just came over
to thank you again
for letting Sam live over
here in your fish pond?
-Well, that's all right, Dennis.
Who knows?
Maybe his croaking
will wake me up
when I start walking
in my sleep again.
-They sure will, Mr. Wilson!
-They?
What do you mean by 'they?'
-The boy that gave him to me said
Sam's gonna be a mother!
By summertime, you'll have
a whole gillion croaking frogs!
-Great Scott!
[theme music]
02x19 - Wilson Sleeps Over
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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.