02x11 - The Raffle Ticket

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-Oh, no, Mrs. Anderson.

You musn't blame Tommy.

It was all Dennis' fault.

Hurry up, Dennis.

Oh, yes, Dr. Scott

can handle it.

But, well, with Henry

out at the office,

there's nothing for

me to do but call

Mr. Wilson to drive us to town.

Thank you.

DENNIS (OFFSCREEN):

I'm coming, Mom.

-Oh, Dennis, how in

the world did you

get your head stuck

in Mrs. Anderson's

beanpot in the first place?

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-Oh, come now.

Driving Dennis

and Alice downtown

couldn't have been

that embarrassing.

-Martha, you forget

that he had his head

stuck in that silly beanpot.

Why, at every traffic

light, it was a circus.

People laughed.

They jeered.

Little boys make catcalls.

Why, the public hasn't had as

much fun since they watched

Marie Antoinette on her

way to the guillotine.

-Well, you're home

now, so forget about it

and get back to work on the

car raffle for your lodge.

-Oh, yes, yes.

-It's really lucky

that you were home

and could drive Alice downtown.

-You know, Mitchell ought to

buy Alice a car of her own.

-It certainly would

be nice for her.

-Well, maybe he'll win

the raffle car this year.

-You're not going to make

him sell tickets again.

-I certainly am.

I have his annual all

counted and ready for him.

-But he never sells many.

It costs the poor man

$ to $ every year.

-Well, good gravy, Martha.

The money goes to charity.

You know, in a

few minutes, he'll

come over here to thank me

for taking Alice downtown.

That'll be the perfect

time to load him up

with raffle tickets.

-It's certainly good Mr.

Wilson was home to drive you.

-I should say so.

You are going over to thank him?

-Do I have to go over?

-Well, I think you should.

-Well, can I put it

off 'til after dinner?

-I suppose so.

-It isn't that I don't

want to thank him.

It's just that he's conducting

that car raffle for his lodge

again this year, and you

know what that means.

-Yes, he'll expect you

to help him sell tickets.

-Well, I'm not

going to this year.

I'm going to put my foot down.

-Oh, Henry.

You always put your foot

down, and Mr. Wilson always

steps on it.

-Dad, when you get your

tickets, can I buy one from you?

-Dennis, I just

got through saying

I'm not going to sell

tickets this year.

-Then can I buy one

from Mr. Wilson?

-Well, sure, if you want

to and have the money.

-Well, I've got a

dollar in my piggy bank.

Mom, where did I

put my Ouija board?

-What do you want that for?

-Well, jeepers, Dad.

I'm gonna ask the Ouija board

which ticket's gonna win.

Then I'm gonna buy

that ticket and win

the car for good old Mom.

-Oh, Dennis, that's

very sweet of you.

-Yes, it is, son.

But don't count on winning it.

The odds are all against you.

-Oh, well, if you expect

to be at home sick, I can,

uh, I can drop the

tickets off at your house.

Oh, good.

Your office then.

[doorbell]

-Oh, I have to go now, Chet.

Somebody's ringing my doorbell.

It's probably that

neighbor of mine

who's come after his tickets.

I'll see you later, Chet.

Bye.

Good old Mitchell.

-Hi, Mr. Wilson.

-Oh, it's you, Dennis.

-Boy, did I learn

something today.

Never look at a beanpot

from the inside.

-Yes.

And where's your father?

-Oh, he'll be over to thank

you later, Mr. Wilson.

-Oh, good.

-He's putting it off

'til after dinner?

-Oh?

Well, what did you

come over here for?

-I came over to buy a ticket.

I'm gonna win the car for Mom.

-Do you have any money?

-I got a dollar.

-Oh, well, fine, Dennis.

Come on in.

I have just the ticket

for you right here.

-That's the wrong

one, Mr. Wilson.

-What do you mean

it's the wrong one?

-I want ticket number .

-Why?

-Because that's the number

the Ouija board said to get.

-I might have known

there'd be a catch to this.

-Mr. Wilson, is this car gonna

have gas in it when I get it?

-Oh, it'll have gas in

it when somebody gets it.

Well, your magical number

isn't in this stack, Dennis.

Would you care to,

uh, try that stack?

-Thanks, Mr. Wilson.

-Uh-huh.

-What's in that?

-Oh, more tickets.

All right, Dennis, have a look.

Have a look.

-Hey, these numbers

are getting close.

-Well, hurry up and

take one, will you?

My dinner's ready.

-Well, I'm just about to.

One other question, Mr. Wilson.

How are the tires?

-Dennis, the tires are new.

They're brand new.

Now, how about making up your

mind and buying your ticket?

-Hey, I must've

passed my number.

-Oh, for Pete's sake.

OK, Dennis, out!

Out!

-Here it is, Mr. Wilson!

My good old number, .

Thanks for helping me

find it, Mr. Wilson.

-Oh, that kid.

-Well, isn't that

sweet of Dennis

to buy me a raffle ticket?

-He certainly wants

you to have a car.

-Yes.

Oh, are you going over

to thank Mr. Wilson?

-Uh, I think I'll phone.

It's safer.

He's waiting for me with

those raffle tickets.

I know him.

[doorbell]

-Hello, Mitchell.

-Mr. Wilson, come on in.

-Oh.

-I was just about to phone you.

-You were?

What about?

-Well, I wanted to thank you

for being such a Good Samaritan

this afternoon.

-Oh, Mitchell, I'm

only glad that I

have a car handy

every time Alice

is confronted with an emergency.

But wouldn't it be

wonderful if she

could have a car of her own?

Hello, Alice.

-Hello, Mr. Wilson.

Well, have you recovered from

the excitement of the day?

-Alice, I was glad

to help, since you

don't have a car

of your own like so

many of the other mothers.

-Is there anything we can

do for you, Mr. Wilson?

-No, Mitchell, no.

Oh, I-- I found a

pair of sunglasses

on the seat of my car.

I just wondered if

they were yours, Alice.

-No, I had mine on

when I came home.

-Oh, well.

I didn't bring them

with me after all.

Just these raffle tickets.

I must have raffle tickets

on the brain, I guess.

-Uh, I'm glad you brought

that up, Mr. Wilson.

Because this year,

I won't be able--

-I know, Mitchell.

This year, you're

going to be busy,

-That's right.

-Exactly what chief of

police Stewart said.

But after a little

chat of an hour

or two about the

advantages of our boys'

camp for this community,

he changed his mind.

Yes, sir.

-Uh, Mr. Wilson,

Henry really isn't

a very good salesman

of raffle tickets.

He usually ends up paying

for most of them himself.

-Yes, but Alice,

where else might you

get a brand new car for $?

Oh, say, Mitchell,

would you like

to hear about this year's car?

-Could I hear about it

another time, Mr. Wilson?

I have to get up unusually

early tomorrow morning, and--

-Oh, you-- you have

to get up early now.

-Yes.

-Well, Mitchell, I certainly

wouldn't want to keep you up.

Oh, say, have I

told you about how

we're holding this

year's raffle, huh?

-No, but--

-Oh, this will

only take a minute.

Now, just sit right down here.

Now, this year, it's going to

be just a little bit different.

You see, we're holding it in

front of the public library,

and there's gonna be-- Well,

I guess I'll say good night.

-Oh, good night, Mr. Wilson.

-Good night.

Oh, by the way, I must tell you

about Alderman Henry T. Jones.

Now, when I

explained to him what

this money meant to

these boys and handed him

his usual tickets,

do you know what he did?

-No, what did he do?

-Oh, well, I must

tell you about him.

Now, this will

only take a minute.

And now, Mitchell,

I want to tell you

a couple of details

about the car.

Oh, it's too bad

Alice isn't here.

Where'd she go, huh?

-She went to bed an hour ago.

-Mmm.

My, that's good coffee.

Don't you want another cup, huh?

-Oh, what time is it?

-$ after midnight.

Go on back to sleep.

-You mean, you took them?

-It was either that or

have breakfast with him.

I-- I really can't afford this.

But my wife needs

a car so badly,

I've decided to take the plunge.

-Well, I'm delighted.

Most people in this area

are waiting for the raffle.

-Oh, I'm not waiting for that.

I know the odds

are all against me.

-Now, let's see.

You want us to deliver

the car to your home

and put it in your garage

Saturday afternoon, right?

-Uh, yes, between : and :.

I'll arrange to have

her away from the house.

And then, when we come home and

I take her out to the garage,

she'll have the

surprise of her life.

-We'll have it there

for you, Mr. Mitchell.

-Uh, I hope you don't think

the, uh, big bow of red ribbon

is silly.

-Of course not.

We'll deliver it just

the way you want it.

-Thank you.

-See?

I told you.

-Dennis, I'm tired of

working this old Ouija board.

-But don't you want to ask it

if you're gonna be president?

-It already said that you

were gonna to be president.

-Oh, that's right.

But don't you want to ask it if

you're gonna be vice president?

That's still open.

-I don't want to

ask it anything.

I want to look at television.

-OK, I'll turn it on.

Wow, look at the raffle tickets.

-For the new car Mr.

Wilson's raffling.

-Yeah.

Look at them.

A whole bushel.

-Dennis.

-Mom, are these

Dad's raffle tickets?

-Oh, I guess he forgot them.

I'll bet he did that on purpose.

-Why?

Doesn't he want to?

-Not really.

Your father just took them

as a favor to Mr. Wilson.

If there's anything he hates,

it's selling raffle tickets.

-Well, I think

that would be fun.

-No, not for your father.

I have to go to town to get a

new beanpot for Tommy's mother.

I'll be back in an hour or two.

-Oh, there's no

hurry, Mrs. Mitchell.

We don't usually have

beans until Saturday.

-No, Tommy, but I would like

to get the whole episode over

and done with.

-Oh, Mom, if you see any of

the people we saw yesterday,

tell them we got

the beanpot off OK.

-I hope I never see any of

those same people again.

-You know something, Tommy?

Dad hates to sell

raffle tickets.

Why don't we do them?

-Do you think we could?

-Sure, we can.

If we started right now,

we could sell all of them

by the time Dad gets

home, I bet you.

-Sure, we could.

-Here's yours.

-Fine.

Thank you.

Bye bye.

Well, Martha, I

only have left,

and I'll sell those myself

right here in the neighborhood.

-Do you think you can?

-Oh, of course, my dear.

You know that I always reserve

the immediate neighborhood

for myself.

All my regular customers

are just waiting for me.

-But you buy a ticket from

me every year, Mrs. McGraw.

-Well, I'm sorry,

but he said he was

selling the ticket

to please you.

-Well, he shouldn't say that.

This is my territory.

Who is this fellow?

-A little boy.

Dennis Mitchell.

-Dennis!

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Dennis?

-That's right.

-I might have known.

-How did it go, dear?

-How did it go?

I didn't sell a single ticket.

Everywhere I went, Dennis

had been there ahead of me.

-How many do you have left?

-$ worth.

-What about Mrs. Bagley?

-Well, I dropped by her

house, but she was out.

I know I can count on her to buy

her usual , thank goodness.

[doorbell]

-Oh, now who in the

world can that be?

I just hope it's

somebody to buy a ticket.

-Hi, Mr. Wilson.

Here are the stubs.

We sold every one of Dad's

tickets, all of them.

-Yes, I know, I know.

-Boy, I sure wish we had

some more tickets to sell.

-Miss Cathcart would

buy one from us, I bet.

-And Mrs. Elkins.

-And the cleaning man.

-And the ice cream man.

-Well, boys, you do

know a lot of people

who haven't bought

tickets, don't you?

-Sure, Mr. Wilson.

-And you'd really like

to sell some more?

-Sure, Mr. Wilson.

-Well, good, good.

Come on in here.

Now, boys, I'll just

bet you a nickel

apiece that you

can't sell more.

-Sure, we can.

-Sure.

-All right now.

Remember to tear off the stubs

and bring them back with you.

-We'll do it, Mr. Wilson.

-Fine and dandy.

Good.

Well, how about that, Martha?

I just got rid of more.

Now, as soon as I call on

Mrs. Bagley, I'm all finished.

-She never fails you, does she.

-Oh, Mrs. Bagley is still

mighty loyal to the lodge.

-Hey, Mr. Wilson!

Mr. Wilson!

-Oh, hello there, boys.

Oh, did you sell any?

-Here's the money, Mr. Wilson.

We sold all of them!

-Well, if you aren't the

best salesmen I ever saw.

-We sure are here.

And here's the stubs.

-Well, all right.

I owe you both a nickel.

Here's one for you, Tommy.

There's one for you, Dennis.

My goodness, I can't get over

how you sold them so fast.

-It was easy.

-You want to us walk home

with, you Mr. Wilson?

See that you don't lose

the money on the way?

-No, Dennis, I'm not going home.

I'm going to over

to see Mrs. Bagley.

-Mrs. Bagley?

MR. WILSON (OFFSCREEN): Yes.

-Say hello to her

for us, Mr. Wilson.

She's swell She's the lady

that bought all our tickets.

-Great Scott.

Oh, this is the last straw.

-Where you going?

-I'm going home.

I'm sick of this.

If anybody wants a ticket, he

can just come to me for it.

Otherwise, I'll buy them myself.

-Hi, lady.

-Is this the Mitchell residence?

-Yes, it is.

-I'm looking for

the little boy who's

selling the raffle tickets.

-We've been selling them.

-Oh.

Well, a friend of

mine bought one,

and I'd like to buy one too.

It's for such a good cause.

-But we sold all we had.

-You mean, they're

aren't any left?

Oh, my.

-Mr. Wilson might have some.

Would you like me to see?

-Is he nearby?

-Right next door.

-Oh.

Well, then here's my dollar.

I do hope he has one left.

-I'll be right back.

-Mr. Wilson!

MRS. WILSON (OFFSCREEN): He's

gone to the store, Dennis.

-There's a lady outside

that wants a raffle ticket.

Has Mr. Wilson got any left?

MRS. WILSON

(OFFSCREEN): There are

some on the table

in the living room.

I'll be right down.

-I'll get it.

I got it, Mrs. Wilson.

You don't have to bother.

-I've got to hand it

to you for selling

all those tickets, Dennis.

You saved your old

dad a lot of money.

-He certainly did.

-It was fun, Dad.

Now, tell us once

more, Mr. Ouija Board.

Is my mom honest and truly

going to get a new car tomorrow?

It said yes, Dad!

-It really did, Henry.

I know it sounds silly, but

it went right on up to yes.

-You know, I'm

beginning to believe

that Ouija board

may have something.

-All right, everybody.

Quiet now, folks.

Quiet.

Sweet little Margaret here

is about to draw the winning

ticket.

But first, we must

stir the stubs

so everybody will

have an even chance.

Uh, all right, Margaret.

Turn it.

-You know, Martha,

with all these tickets,

I have a good chance to win.

Now remember, if you

hear a number, my dear,

between and , I've

got myself a new car.

-Keep turning it, Margaret.

Keep turning.

-Dumb old Margaret's just

wasting her time stirring.

-I'll say.

-Yes, sir.

The Ouija board said number

was gonna win, and it is.

-Well, Margaret, I think

the ice cream must be done.

And now, for the

moment of truth.

Margaret, draw the number.

Thank you.

The winning number

is-- getting anxious?

The winning number is !

-Oh, that's me!

I have that number!

MRS. COURTLAND (OFFSCREEN):

I have the number!

-Well, I have that

ticket right here.

MRS. COURTLAND (OFFSCREEN):

I have the number!

-I must have it.

-Oh, dear.

-What's the matter?

-That's the ticket Dennis sold

while you went to the store

for me.

I told you about it.

-You did?

-Yes.

You seemed to be glad about it.

You said it would be one less

ticket for you to pay for.

-But I didn't know then it was

going to be the winning ticket!

Oh, great Scott!

-Well, folks, we have a winner.

Uh, what is the name, please?

-Mrs. Robert Courtland.

-Mrs. Robert Courtland.

Well, Mrs. Courtland,

here's the keys to your car.

Pleasant driving.

-Thank you very much.

Is the little boy here

who sold me my ticket?

Dennis Mitchell?

-Here I am.

-You stay right there.

I want to talk to you.

Oh, Dennis, I just

can't thank you

enough for selling me my ticket.

You brought me luck.

-That's all right, lady.

-His Ouija board said that

his ticket was gonna win.

-Oh my goodness.

It did?

-He was gonna win

it for his mom.

-And you sold me

the winning ticket?

Oh, goodness.

-His mom doesn't have a car.

-Oh.

Wait a minute.

I have a wonderful idea.

I don't need two cars.

And since you sold

me the lucky ticket,

I'll give you my present

one to give to your mother.

-Wow!

The Ouija board was

right after all.

-It's right over in my driveway.

I'll drive you home in it.

Now, come along, boys.

Let's go.

Oh, my.

Oh!

MRS. COURTLAND (OFFSCREEN):

It's a Baker Electric.

Sound as a nut.

-Wow, an electric.

-Wow.

-It doesn't use any

gasoline at all.

-Jeepers, will my

dad be glad of that.

Does it have a horn,

Mrs. Courtland?

-Hop in, boys,

and I'll show you.

There we go.

[horn tooting]

-Thanks a lot, Mrs. Courtland.

I'm gonna leave the

car in the garage.

And when my mom gets home,

will she be surprised.

-I hope she enjoys it.

Goodbye, boys.

-Bye, Mrs. Courtland.

-So long, Dennis.

-Bye, Tommy.

-You gotta find some red ribbon.

The and has the

red ribbon, but they

don't have it wide

enough or long enough

to tie a bow around the car.

-Find some someplace.

I promised Mr. Mitchell

I'd have the car

in his garage between

: and :.

It's almost : now.

-OK, I'll try.

But I don't think

you're gonna make it.

-Here they come!

Wowee, Mom.

Wait 'till you see

what's in our garage!

-D-- Dennis, don't tell

me you won the raffle!

-You didn't, did you?

-Nope.

-And there's something

in our garage?

-I'll say.

-Honey, I think when you

see what's in the garage,

you'll be very happy.

-How do you know

what's in our garage?

-Oh, fathers just

know these things.

-Well, if there's something

in our garage for me,

may I please see it?

-You bet!

-Honey, you're in

for a big surprise.

-Now, just a minute.

Just a minute.

Now, you stand over

here, Dad, and let

me show it to Mom first, OK?

-OK.

-Now, close your eyes.

Hey, Mom!

Look!

-Good heavens!

What is it?

-It's your very own car.

-I thought you'd like it.

It isn't a Rolls Royce, but--

-No, it isn't.

-I thought it'd be perfect

for you and Dennis.

It doesn't use much gas.

-It doesn't use any gas.

-No, an electric seldom does.

-An electric?

Dennis!

Dennis, what in the world

have you-- what have you done?

-I got Mom a car.

Mrs. Courtland won the raffle

with the ticket I sold her,

and she thanked me by giving

this swell car for Mom.

-Oh, Dennis.

-Well!

-At least you tried.

-I didn't only try.

I got it.

-But Henry, what were

you talking about?

[horn honks]

-It's a few minutes

late, honey, but that's

what I was talking about.

Your new car.

-A new car?

For me?

Oh, Henry!

-Oh, you got Mom a car too?

-Yes, son.

I tell you, honey.

When your batteries run

down on your electric,

you can use your new car.

-And when you're out of gas,

you can use your electric.

-Oh!

Well, with two cars and

two men looking out for me,

I guess I needn't worry.

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