01x03 - The Fishing Trip

[bunniefuu]

[snoring]

-Dennis, what are you--

-Shh.

I'm scaring Joey.

I told him a lion got
loose in our house.

[theme music]

-Faster.
Faster.

Hello, Mr. Wilson.

-Oh no, not again.

-He doesn't seem to
hear so good today.

-Yeah.

Let's sh**t our cap pistols.

[sh**ting]

-(SHOUTING) Hello, Mr. Wilson.

-I won't answer.

I won't answer.

I won't answer.

-Boy, we better go up
closer so he can hear us.

-(SHOUTING) Hello, Mr. Wilson.

-Well, there went my ear drum.

What is it, Dennis.

-Me and Stewart
came in to help you.

-Yeah.

-Oh, stop shouting.

-Can you hear me all right?

-Yes.

-Would you like some
caterpillars for your garden?

-No thank you, Dennis.

I spend a great deal of time
getting rid of caterpillars.

-You do?

-You're making a big
mistake, Mr. Wilson.

When they get ripe, they
turn into butterflies.

-Well, I'll just continue
making that same mistake.

Oh, Stewart, here.

-What can we do to
help you, Mr. Wilson.

Want us to do some
hauling for you?

-I don't need
anything haul-- Get--

Get out of the flower bed.

Just help me last 'til tomorrow.

Just 'til tomorrow.

-Why tomorrow?

-What's happening
tomorrow, Mr. Wilson?

-Nothing that concerns you.

And for that, I'm
eternally grateful.

Oh, there's little
Joey down the street.

Why don't you run
and play with him?

-OK.

Hey, Joey, wait a minute.

-Well, I can't let you do all
the work of preparing the food.

After all, my husband's going
on this fishing trip too.

-Oh, that's no
bother, Mrs. Wilson

-Well, I'm going to
fix some deviled eggs.

That's the least I can do.
[phone ring]

-Oh.

Henry loves your deviled eggs.

Excuse me.

Hello?
Oh.

No, Henry, your fishing creel
hasn't been delivered yet.

-Well, if it doesn't get
there by o'clock, call me.

I'll drop by the
store and check on it.

Dennis hasn't found out anything
about my fishing trip, has he?

-No, he hasn't.

You've been telling
Dennis for months

you were going to take
him fishing with you.

And now that you and
Mr. Wilson are going,

I just don't think
it's right for you

to sneak off without Dennis.

-His feelings won't be hurt.

He won't even know about it.

-Now remember your promise--
if Dennis does find out,

you'll have to
take him with you.

All right, Henry.

Good bye.

-If I were going
fishing, I think

it would be fun to
have Dennis come along.

I think our husbands
are being mean.

-So do I.

[door slam]

-Hey, mom.

I'm home.

-In here, Dennis.

-Oh, hi, Mrs. Wilson.

Gee, I haven't seen
you since this morning.

-He's such a nice boy.

Where are your friends?

-Stewart and Joey are out in
the garage parking my wagon.

Do you know what
we've been doing?

Chewing tar.

-Dennis.

-We didn't swallow any.

Hey, Mom.

Boy is there news
in the neighborhood.

They're putting in a cement
sidewalk at the new house.

I can hardly wait
till they're through.

Does Dennis have two N's in it?

-But you're not going to
write your name on it.

-My initials?

-No.

-OK.

But I'll sure feel left out.

And for the best thing
of all, a burglar

broke into the Armstrong's
house and stole

Mr. Armstrong's wallet.

-Oh that's terrible.

-Honestly, Alice.

I don't know what's happening
to this neighborhood.

That's the second
burglary this month.

-Hi.

-Hello, boys.

-Hi, fellas.

Wagon OK?

-Yeah.

-Can we have some cookies?

-You've eaten them all.

-That's OK.

We'll find something else.

-How's little Joey?

Is he talking yet?

-Not much.

-But he's a good thinker,
aren't you, Joey?

-What does he think about?

-He won't tell us.

Show her how you can think.

Harder.

-He'll blow a fuse.

-Come on, fellas.

Let's go out in the kitchen.

-Keep out of that bag
of marshmallows, Dennis.

I want you to eat something
with vitamins in it.

Something that'll make you grow.

-What has vitamins?

-Apples, for one thing.

Oranges, salads, soups,
especially soups.

-OK, mom.

I sure wanna grow.

Then I can reach the cookie jar
without standing on anything.

Fellas.

Remember what mom
said about soup

being good for growing boys?

-My mom says the same thing.

-But you gotta stir,
or it'll get lumpy.

-How is it?

-It needs something.

Hand me the salt, Stewart.

-Dennis, what in the
world are you doing?

-Oh, hi, mom.

We're mixing something
to make boys grow.

-What is it?

-Chocolate soup.

-Look at the mess you've made.

Oh, Dennis.

[doorbell]

-I'll answer it for you.

-I'll get it.

Dennis, don't you
touch that door.

-Jeepers, I've never had to
stay away from a door, before.

-Mitchell residence?

-Yes.

-Package for you.

-Thank you.

-What's in the package, mom?

-Never mind, it
doesn't concern you.

-Can I feel it?

-No, you can't.
-Can I just shake it a little?

-No, you can't.

And I don't want to touch
it under any circumstances.

-Not even if the
house catches on fire

and we want to
save the valuables?

What if the dam breaks?

-Dennis, there isn't a dam
in , miles of here.

Now don't you
touch that package.

-How about if I'm
saving it from burglars?

-Dennis, I don't want to
hear another word about it.

-There goes the best
mom in the whole world.

Do you know what
she's trying to do?

She's trying to surprise me.

Now it's too early for Christmas
and too late for my birthday.

I wonder what it is.

-Henry.

You can stop worrying.

Your fishing creel just came.

-Great.

I hope Dennis didn't see it.

-Well, he saw the package but
he doesn't know what's in it.

I put it up on the
shelf in the hall closet

so he can't reach it.

Henry, how much fried chicken
can you and Mr. Wilson eat?

-Dennis Mitchell,
I thought I told

you not to touch that package.

-I'm not touching it.

I'm smelling it.

-Are you sure
that's all you did?

-Well, I listened
to it a little.

-Now you stay out, O-U-T,
out of that closet.

-The package is
for me, isn't it?

-No it isn't.

Now take these
books and put them

right back where you got them.

-OK.

-She's disappeared.

Something funny's
going on around here,

and I'm gonna find
out what it is.

-Hi, Mr. Wilson.

Are you all set for
tomorrow morning?

-Oh, hi, Henry.

Yeah, I'm raring to go.

I just finished up putting these
earthworms in the flower bed.

-Putting them in?

-Yeah, that's right.

The nursery sold them to
me to improve the soil.

Some new theory.

It's quite a job.

Oh.
I'm kind of tired.

-Well, don't overdo it.

Remember, we've got a lot
of rowing to do tomorrow.

-Oh, I'll be ready.

Dennis hasn't found
out anything, has he?

-I don't think so.

If he does, Alice says we
have to take him with us.

-Dennis is pretty hard
to put something over on.

-Well, when a couple of
grown up men like you

and me decide to keep him in
the dark, it's pretty easy.

-I guess you're right.

Well, he is just a kid.

-Of course, an
innocent babe in arms

up against a couple of slickers.

-Two old pros.

-Exactly.

-Hey, you gonna have enough
tackle for both of us?

-Oh sure.

But it needs a lot
of straightening out.

After Dennis goes
to bed tonight,

I'm gonna sneak up in the attic
and get it so I can work on it.

-Well, I'll come
over and help you.

You know, if we get
everything shipshape tonight,

we'll have just that much more
time for fishing tomorrow.

Oh, boy, Henry, I can
hear them jumping now.

-How come the door to
the attic's locked?

-Uh, we have some
valuables up there

and we don't want
burglars to get them.

Don't stand too close, Dennis.

The grease could splatter.

-Gee, you're sure
cooking a lot of chicken.

-Don't worry, it'll be eaten.

-I've never seen you cook that
much chicken for just the three

of us.

I guess we're having company
for dinner then, huh, mom?

-No, Dennis, we're
not having company.

-I guess me and you
and dad are going

on a picnic tomorrow
then, huh, mom?

-No, Dennis, we're not.

-I guess you're fixing a box
up for church then, huh, mom?

-No, Dennis.

-I guess we're gonna
give some of it

to orphans then, huh, mom?

-No, no we're not, Dennis.

-I guess you're gonna start
selling fried chicken then,

huh, mom?
-Of course not.

-I guess you're gonna--

-Dennis, please.

-Hi, honey.

Where's my--

-Hello, dear.

-Ahem, hi, son.

-Hi, dad.

-The item from
D-E-T-W-I-L-E-R-S.

I didn't see it
in the C-L-O-S-E--

-Later, dear.

Getting hungry, Dennis?

-Well, not especially.

I gotta go do something.

-Where is it?

-It's in the attic.

I didn't let you
spell it out for fear

he might know the word.

-Oh, honey, don't be silly.

I don't think he was even
paying any attention.

-Hello, operator?

I wanna talk to a store
called D-E-T-W-I-L-E-R-S.

Hi, dad.

Reading the newspaper?

-Well, I seem to have
stopped for the moment.

What's on your mind?

-Well, you know how
you said I could

talk to you if I had a problem.

-Yes?

-Well, something's come up
that I don't understand.

-What is it, Dennis?

-Boy, you sure got a lot of
hair on your chest, haven't you?

-Dennis, what is it you
wanted to talk to me about?

-I wanna know why mom
fried all that chicken

and what's in that package.

-Dennis, I've told you I
want you to stop prying.

I told you that when you
tried to call the store.

[doorbell]

-Oh, jump down, son.

I've got to answer the door.

Well let go, Dennis.

-I can't.

I'm stuck in your buttonhole.

-Oh, Dennis.
[doorbell]

-Is somebody going
to get that door.

I'll get it, honey.

Come on.

I don't know how you
got your finger in here

in the first place.

[doorbell] You take your hand
down, I can get it off better.

No, honey, look, you
put your hand down.

[knock on door]

-Oh, come on.

-Hello, Mitchell.

-Hi, Mr. Wilson.

-Oh, hello.

Well, I thought you'd be in bed.

-Hello, Mr. Wilson.

Yes, it is his bedtime.

Come on, Dennis.

-I can't.

I'm plugged into
dad's buttonhole.

-That's right.

-For Heaven's sake, Henry.

Well, now here.

It can't be that hard.

-If I pull it.

-Gee, this is sorta like the
time we had to call the fire

department to get my head out
of that iron railing, isn't it?

-Thank goodness.

OK, honey.

Off to bed.

-OK, dad.

-Dennis, mind your manners.

Mr. Wilson's here.

-Excuse me.

Good night, Mr. Wilson.

-Good night, Dennis.

[clank]

-Excuse me, Mr. Wilson.

-Henry, don't you
think it's safe to go

up and get your
fishing gear now?

-Well, what time is it?

-Oh, it's--

-I want to buy you a new band.

-Oh no.

That won't be necessary.

It was a catch.

It had to be fixed anyway.

It's o'clock.

-Oh, he ought to be asleep by--

-Shh.

I'll go up and bring it down.

-Oh, maybe there's some stuff
I can help you carry down.

-Oh, Mr. Wilson, we have to
pass right by Dennis' door,

so you've gotta be very quiet.

By the time Dennis
opens his eyes again,

we'll be out on the lake with
a couple of bass in our boat.

-Dennis' room.

Be very quiet now.

-Why?

-We don't want to
wake up Dennis.

-I'm already awake.

-Dennis.

What are you doing awake?

-I can't get to sleep, dad.

I'm wondering
about that package.

What are you and Mr.
Wilson doing upstairs?

-Oh, just checking the house.

-Do you think maybe
we've got burglars?

-Dennis, go in and go to bed.

-I've been thinking, dad.

If that package isn't
for me, is it for mom?

-No, it's not.

Now go to sleep, Dennis.

-I'll try.

I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson.

I'll have to try later.

I'll fix the tackle myself.

I know you want to turn in.

-Well, if you don't
mind, I think I will.

You know, o'clock
comes pretty early.

-What time is it?

-Midnight.

-Oh, Henry, you're not
going to try again?

-I am.

-Well, why don't you
wait 'til morning.

Then you know he'll be asleep.

-As long as I'm awake,
I might as well try.

It'll save us a couple
of hours at the lake.

-Are you checking for
burglars again, dad?

-Dennis, are you still awake?

-I keep thinking
about that package.

I keep thinking, and
thinking, and thinking.

Hey, dad, is this what
you call worrying?

-No, son.

This is what you call driving
your father out of his mind.

-If I could only figure it out.

I keep wondering who
it's for and why.

-If I tell you, will
you go to sleep?

-Sure, dad.

-Well, it's for me.

I'm going to open it tomorrow.

Now go to bed.

-Really?

Is it for your birthday?

-Yeah, yeah, it's
for my birthday.

Now go to bed.

-Gee, I haven't
anything for you.

-Well, you can give
me the greatest

gift of all-- a night's sleep.

Now go to bed.

-OK, dad.

-But you have to get
up in three hours.

-Honey, I can't sleep anyway.

Look, Dennis is getting
suspicious seeing me

in the hall.

As long as you're
awake, would you

mind going in and
checking on him?

-What if he's awake?

-Tell him a story.

Tell him anything but
keep him in his room.

-All right.

Anything to get some sleep.

-Move quiet as a ghost.

That kid's got built-in radar.

-It's all right.
He's asleep.

-Oh, thank goodness.

Honey, honey, will you help me?

It'll only take a second.

From now on, it's all downhill.

-All right.

-Where's that
blasted light switch.

[clanking]

-I hope Dennis didn't hear that.

-I don't think so.

-Burglars.

Mom, dad, we're got burglars.

Holy smoke.

The burglars have
stolen mom and dad.

Help, police.

We've got burglars.

Mr. Wilson, Mr. Wilson,
we've got burglars.

Help, police.

-Why, Martha.

-Mr. Wilson, Mr. Wilson.

-That was Dennis.

That boy's in trouble.

-Oh.

-Where's my shotgun?

-In the closet, I guess.

-Dennis, I tell you there
aren't any burglars in here.

-How do I know they aren't
making you say that?

Is mom all right?

-Yes, Dennis, I'm all right
and there are no burglars.

-Boy, I'm glad to hear that.

-I was kind of scared.

-Oh, you were very brave, dear.

Wasn't he, Henry?

-Yeah, yes, very
brave and very loud.

All right, son, run off to bed.

The excitement's all over.

-OK, dad.

-You don't suppose he noticed
this fishing tackle, do you?

-Oh no, I don't think so.

He was much too excited.

[loud door knocking]

-What in the world is that?

[knocking continues]

-Where are the burglars?

Where are the burglars?

Where are the burglars?

-Listen, Mr. Wilson,
there are no burglars.

-No burglars?
[police sirens]

-Just in Dennis' head.

Oh no.

-I'm so tired, I won't know
which end of my fishing rod

to hold.

-I'm going to try
to get a couple

more hours sleep
after you leave.

-Why don't you go up now, honey?

-Oh, I just have to get
your lunch together.

Sandwiches are all made,
just wrap the chicken.

Henry, look at this.

-That darn little kid.

He's been up during the
night eating chicken.

Ha.

I guess chasing burglars
makes a little boy hungry.

[knock on door]

-I'm so blasted mad,
I could kick somebody.

Oh, Mr. Wilson, we're terribly
sorry about Dennis last night.

-Oh no, I'm talking
about my garden.

Some dog's been digging in the
bed where I put in the worms.

Oh, it's an awful mess.

-Well, we're just gonna go
out and have a good time

today, right?

-Yeah, all right.

-Henry, look at this.

It's from Dennis and
it's addressed to you.

-"Dad, happy birthday."

Boy, what spelling.

What did he give me?
Worms.

Boy, that wonderful little guy.

He must've seen
the fishing tackle.

-But where on earth
would he find worms

in the middle of the night?

-Well, what are a few
worms more or less.

-Wake up, son.

I've got a surprise for you.

We're going fishing.

-I knew you wouldn't
go without me, dad.