-Hey, Dad!
Dad!
Mom!
Mom!
-What is it, son?
What's the matter?
-What is it?
-Well, you remember
that toy drum of mine
that you couldn't
stand the sound of?
-Yes, I remember.
-Well, you sure were wrong.
Mr. Wilson likes the
way it sounds so much,
he gave me a whole
dollar for it.
Whoopee!
[music playing]
-Well, hi, fellas.
-Is Dennis ready
yet, Mr. Mitchell?
We got to get going.
-Where are you off to in
such a rush this morning?
-We're gonna go to Mars.
-Mars?
OK, you stay here and
I'll see if Dennis
is ready to blast off.
Son, your space
buddies are here!
-Be right there!
Just blasting off!
Voom!
-Just a minute young man.
Aren't you forgetting something?
-Oh, yeah, you mean my jet pack!
-No, I don't.
I mean the haircut
that you're going
to get this morning
before you go out to play.
Play?
Jeepers, Mom, this isn't play.
We're starting a new club
to explore outer space.
-I'm afraid you'll just
have to consider yourself
earthbound until
after your haircut.
-OK.
Can I go to the
barber shop like this?
-I suppose so.
-As long as you don't forget
to take your helmet off
when you get in the chair.
here, and don't lose this.
-Roger, over and out!
Let's go!
See you later!
Voom!
-Those kids, they deserve their
six sh**t for space g*ns
every time some crackpot claims
he's seen a flying saucer.
Look at this, honey.
-Local man reports landing
of strange aircraft.
Oh my goodness.
-He claims he saw a spaceship
land in a vacant lot,
eject five little men,
and take off again.
-I suppose anything's possible.
-Especially after spending
the evening in a local tavern.
A man by the name
of Perkins stated
that after a small
escape hatch opened
in the side of the strange
craft, a ladder was opened out,
and little figures
dressed in weird
looking space suits
scurried in all directions.
Now, I ask you, Martha,
how ridiculous can you get?
[phone ringing]
-I'll get it, dear.
Hello?
Yes, just a minute.
It's long distance,
dear, for you.
-Long distance, oh my goodness.
-One of your space
men, no doubt.
-Hello?
Yes, speaking.
I did?
Oh, oh!
-What is it?
-Martha, please.
Yes!
o'clock this afternoon
will be just fine.
Well, thank you very much!
Good bye!
Martha!
I won!
I won!
I won!
-George!
You won what, dear?
-Why, the essay
contest sponsored
by the Graceful Living
magazine, of course.
-Oh, George.
-And Martha, not
only are they going
to print my essay in
next month's issue.
But they're coming
out here to present me
with a gold plaque, a check for
$ , and take my picture too.
-Oh, I'm so proud of you.
Now, let's see.
They said o'clock.
Oh, dear, I suppose the
first thing I should do
is get a haircut.
-It is a little longer
around the ears.
I could trim it for you.
-Oh, Martha, this is one time
everything has to be just so.
After all, it isn't
every day I get
my picture in a
well-known magazine.
-Hi, Mr. Wilson!
-Great Scott!
-Hello, boys.
-Hi, Mrs. Wilson.
Would you like to join our
new space club, Mr. Wilson?
-Oh, no thank you, Dennis.
-We got swell plans.
-Some day we're going to
build a real space ship
and go millions of miles.
-Mr. Wilson has to go
to the barber shop.
-Oh, is that where
you're going, Mr. Wilson?
That's just where I'm going.
We can go together.
-Isn't that lovely?
-Oh, that's delightful.
But on second thought,
I have some things
I want to do around
the house first.
-Oh, if you're not going,
I think I'll wait, too.
Would you like us to come in
and wait for you, Mr. Wilson?
-No, thanks, why don't you
boys just blast off into space?
[yelling]
-Oh, voom, yourself.
Confound it, Martha,
have to be getting a haircut
just when I wanted one?
-What difference does that make?
-Martha, the last time I was in
that barber shop with Dennis,
he made the poor
barber so nervous
that the chap had to lie
down in the back room
until his hands stopped shaking.
[music playing]
-Hello, Selby.
-Oh, it's you, Mr. Wilson.
-Dennis Mitchell hasn't
been in yet today, has he?
-Dennis Mitchell, that
little wiggle worm
whose hair won't stay
down in the back?
-That's the one.
-Heavens to Betsy, no.
You know something, Mr. Wilson?
I would almost rather be visited
by one of those awful creatures
from outer space.
-Oh, now Selby,
don't tell me you
believe that ridiculous
story in the newspaper.
-No, not really, but it
did give me goose pimples.
-I want an especially
good haircut today.
I'm having my picture
taken by a magazine.
-You don't say Then
we will just have
to give you the Selby
deluxe gentleman's trim.
-But not too much up
around the ears now.
-Now, please, who is
doing this, me or you?
-Well, it is my head.
-Aren't you the
lucky one, though?
-You know, I'd k*ll
myself before letting
them get their slimy
little fingers on me.
-Who's slimy little fingers?
-Why, those creatures from
outer space, of course.
One of these days, all it's
going to stop being a rumor,
and we will wake up
m*rder*d in our beds.
-Oh, Selby, you are speaking
hogwash and you know it.
Ow!
-You turned your head.
-Not until you almost
cut off my ear.
-Just a teensy-weensy
little scratch.
Well, then you
anything to this story about
the little space men then?
-Oh, of course not,
this fellow Perkins
dreamed the whole thing up.
-I certainly hope so.
RADIO (OFFSCREEN): We
interrupt with a bulletin
on the bizarre tail
of the space ship.
Authorities have carefully
inspected the vacant lot
where it was said to have
landed and found nothing.
-Ah, there you see!
-Well, they could've
been neat, you know.
RADIO (OFFSCREEN): If
strange little men suddenly
sit down beside you at
your favorite coffee shop,
don't be surprised.
This is indeed a strange
tale, which, if true,
brings science fiction
literally down to Earth.
And now back to our music hour.
[music playing]
-Oh, I'll tell you one thing.
Those icky little creatures
better not drop by hear
for a shave or a haircut,
or I'll-- [yelling]
-Careful, Selby!
-That's a funny place for Mr.
Selby to be falling asleep.
-Oh, Dennis, why
must you always--
-Wowee!
Look at that, Dennis!
-Jeepers, Mr. Wilson, that's
about the most different
haircut I've ever seen!
-Huh?
Great Scott!
[music playing]
-Now you kids wait here
in case I need you.
-OK.
-Hi Mom, Hi Dad.
-Well, hello dear.
Now, let's see how
your hair looks.
But, Dennis, you
didn't get a haircut!
-I couldn't.
Mr. Selby went home sick.
-Sick?
-Well, not exactly sick.
Something scared him.
And Mr. Wilson threw water
in his face so he'd wake up.
-I see, exactly what scared him?
-We did, Mr. Mitchell,
with our space helmets.
-Poor old Mr. Selby thought
we were real space men.
-From Mars.
-Oh dear, and the poor
man actually fainted?
-Boy, did he ever.
-And that's when Mr.
Wilson had his accident.
-I see, this is getting more
interesting all the time.
What sort of an accident?
-Well, Mr. Selby shaved
him up the back of his head
with his electric clippers.
-Oh, no!
-It wasn't Dennis'
fault, though, honest.
-We look like strange
little space men.
-Especially me.
-Where is Mr. Wilson now?
-Home, I guess.
We followed him
to the hat store,
but he wouldn't even talk to us.
-Well, young man, I suggest
that you take your friends right
next door and ask if Mr. Wilson
will let you apologize to him.
-Will you go with
us, Mr. Mitchell?
-Me?
-Yeah, we want somebody
big on our side.
-I think that's a very
good idea , Henry.
-Oh, come on, Alice.
Why should I go over there?
[music playing]
-Martha, hello, Martha.
-George, you bought a new hat.
Well, it's a little large.
-Martha, you might
as know, it has
to be large to hide what
the barber did to me when
Dennis frightened him, look.
-Oh, George.
-Martha, and I wanted to look so
sophisticated for my interview
this afternoon.
-Well, you won't look
very sophisticated
if you wear your
hat in the house.
-Frankly, I don't
know which is worse,
leaving it on or taking it off.
-Well, it hardly shows
if you're facing people.
-Oh, fine, then all I have to
do until my hair grows back in
is to learn to walk
out of rooms backwards.
[doorbell]
-Oh, no, it's too early.
Oh, Martha.
Oh, Dennis, I thought
I-- oh, hello Mitchell.
-Hi, Mr. Wilson.
-Well, come in.
-I've been drafted as sort of a
senior spokesman for the boys.
They'd like to apologize.
-I suppose you heard what
happened to me this morning.
-I did.
-You can see for yourself.
-Oh no!
-And to top it all off, the
people from the Graceful Living
magazine are coming
over to take my picture
in less than an hour.
I won the essay contest
for their magazine
with my article of The Art
of Graceful Retirement.
And they're printing
it in their next issue.
-You didn't!
Why, congratulations,
Mr. Wilson!
That's wonderful!
Isn't that great, boys?
-Jeepers, that's
swell, Mr. Wilson!
-Thank you, boys.
-That makes you kind of
a celebrity or something,
doesn't it, Mr. Wilson?
-Well, I suppose it is
quite an honor, yes.
-We're very sorry about
your haircut, Mr. Wilson.
-The boys really
mean it, Mr. Wilson.
-Oh, well, children,
accidents will happen.
-Gee, you're a swell
guy, Mr. Wilson.
-Well, thank you, Dennis.
-And I like your
new bathrobe, too,
even if it is kind of short.
-This happens to be
a smoking jacket.
-I think it's time
we took off, boys.
-You sure you don't want to
join our space club, Mr. Wilson?
-No thank you, Tommy.
-You'd look swell with a
space helmet, Mr. Wilson,
especially with your
new style haircut.
-Fellas, I think there
might be some chocolate cake
and milk over at the house
for a certain space club.
How about it?
-Oh yeah!
-Goodbye.
-Oh, George, I
completely forgot.
-You forgot what, dear?
-We haven't a thing in the house
to offer your visitors for tea.
-Oh, well, that's
no big problem.
We still have plenty of time.
And while you're
at the store, I'll
go up and change
my pants and shirt.
-Oh, one of the boys
must have left this.
-Oh, yes, Dennis undoubtedly.
I wouldn't be surprised if
we have more of his things
here than he has at his home.
-Well, I'll be back soon.
-All right, Martha, dear.
[music playing]
-Frank, did you see--
-I didn't see anything.
-Well, let's take a look.
-Well, whatever it was,
it looks like it got away.
-That's all right.
-Sure was weird.
-I guess we better report
it to headquarters.
Car to headquarters,
Officer Quincy reporting.
We just saw what looked like
a-- never mind, headquarters.
It's all a mistake, - .
-What did you do that for?
-Well, listen, suppose
nobody else ever
sees-- what we just saw.
We turn in a report like
that, the next thing we
know the lieutenant's
accusing us
of bending the elbow on duty.
-Report on what?
I didn't see anything.
-Me neither.
-Fred?
-Yeah?
-Forget it.
[music playing]
-Mr. Wilson!
-Mitchell, open your front door.
-Mr. Wilson, what are
you doing in that thing?
-Mitchell, please,
I need your help.
Get me out of this
confounded thing!
-Come over here and sit down.
Try and yank it off.
-Those people for the magazine
are on their way over!
-Dad, what are you-- wow!
Look at good old Mr. Wilson!
He's joining our club after all!
-Three cheers for Mr. Wilson!
-Hip hip hooray!
Hip hip hooray!
Hip hip hooray!
-Dennis, Mr. Wilson's
had a little accident.
-How do you get out of one of
these blasted things anyway?
-It's easy.
You just pull it
off over your head.
-I tried that, but the
thing won't come off.
-That's because
your heads too fat.
-Dennis, now that
you and the boys
have had your chocolate
cake and milk,
I think you better go and play.
-Jeepers, Dad!
We'd rather stay and watch.
-Dennis.
-OK, I'm tired of
playing space man.
See you later!
-OK, bye Dennis.
-Bye.
-But don't you worry if it
doesn't come off, Mr. Wilson.
I was going to get
a new one anyway.
-Oh, oh, it's no use, Mitchell.
-Well, there's one good
thing about it, Mr. Wilson.
It does cover up
that bald strip.
-Never mind about that,
the important thing
is to get this thing
off my head, Mitchell.
Oh, look at me, a space
helmet stuck on my head.
And in a few
minutes I'm supposed
to be a living
photographic example
of the art of
graceful retirement.
-Oh, Mr. Wilson, I see
you've joined the club.
-Now, Alice, this
is no joking matter.
This thing is stuck on my head.
-Well, why don't you just try
pulling it off over your head?
-Careful!
-We tried that.
-His nose is in the way.
Henry if you pull up.
-Honey now, be careful.
Push to the left!
To the right!
[grunting]
-Oh, Mr. Wilson, how did it
get there in the first place?
-Well, you see, Alice,
Dennis left this thing-- oh,
never mind.
Just get it off.
-There's got to be some
way to get that off.
-We could always amputate
at the neck, I suppose.
[yelping]
-It's unbreakable plastic.
It's no use to hit it.
Wait a minute, I've got
a friend, Fred Haney,
who's in the plastic business.
If anybody would know how to
get that thing off, he should.
The line's busy.
-Oh, well, Mitchell,
you keep on trying.
Maybe you can find
out something.
In the meantime, I'll go
home and change my clothes,
though what good that
will do, I don't know.
On second thought, I'd
better go around the back.
[music playing]
-Dad says to tell you
the line's still busy,
so he's driving down
to talk to his friend.
-Oh, fine, and those
people from the magazine
will be here in less
than minutes.
Let's see, no,
where's my tie clasp?
-Maybe it's on your dresser!
[slam]
-Dennis!
-Mr. Wilson, I found it!
Open the door, Mr. Wilson!
-Well, just push on it.
It's not locked.
Oh, good grief.
Great Scott!
Dennis!
Call somebody to get me
out of this bathroom!
-Jeepers, who Mr. Wilson?
-I don't care who.
Just call the fire
department if you have to.
Just get me out of here!
-OK, Mr. Wilson!
[music playing]
-Oh, this can't be
happening to me!
-Hello, operator, send a
fireman to Elm Street.
-Is this an
emergency little boy?
-Jeepers, is it ever!
[alarm]
[sirens]
-Dennis!
-Mr. Wilson, it's all right!
I called the fire department!
-Well, thank good-- you what?
Oh, no!
[sirens]
-Hi, chief!
Mr. Wilson is trapped in
the bathroom way up there.
-All right, men, throw up
a ladder at that window.
Joe, you see how
bad it is inside.
-All right, chief.
-Back everybody!
Stand to one side, please!
-Oh no!
No!
No!
I don't want a ladder!
Just get this
bathroom door open!
No, no, no!
Go away!
Go on!
I don't want it!
-It's the correct
address all right.
Little boy, we're from the
Graceful Living Magazine.
Does Mr. Wilson live here?
-Yes ma'am, but
right now he's being
busy stuck in the bathroom.
That's him up there.
-All right, bring him down.
-He refuses to budge!
-Hey, chief, I can't find a
trace of fire anywhere inside.
-All right, bring
that guy down here.
-Chief!
He says he won't come
down without his pants.
-Bring that nut down!
Carry him if you have to!
-Dennis, what is it?
-Mr. Wilson!
-If that's an example of
graceful retirement, Thornton,
I think I'll keep on working.
-Wowee!
Those striped shorts sure
will make a swell picture.
-Good old Mr. Wilson.
He makes everything
fun, doesn't he, Tommy?
-Martha, that was very good.
-You poor dear.
Most of this never
would have happened
if I hadn't gotten a flat
tire on the way to the store.
-Oh, well, now, Martha, no
real harm was actually done.
I'm just a little tired.
Besides, my hair will
grow back in fast, anyway.
-Well, at least
the fire department
did get the helmet off
your head, Mr. Wilson.
-And I sure would like to
have some magazine offer me
$ to do a series
of articles on how
to get the most out of life.
-Well, every cloud has its
silver lining, you know.
-Hey, Mr. Wilson!
-Oh, yes, Dennis.
-Our space club
just had a meeting.
And we voted you are head
space man of the month.
-Oh, well, thank you.
-See you later.
-Oh, just a minute young man.
Where are you off to?
-I'm going to meet the g*ng.
Tommy's borrowed his
father's electric razor.
And we're going
to give ourselves
a swell space haircut
just like Mr. Wilson.
-How about that?
They're going to--
hey! come back here!
-What a day, what a day.
[music playing]
03x01 - Trouble from Mars
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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.