-Hey, Mom.
Is it OK if I go and visit
old Mrs. Davis for a while?
-Mrs. Davis?
I didn't know she was a
friend of yours, Dennis.
-Oh, sure.
I've been to see
her lots of times.
-Oh, I'm so glad.
I think she's a
very sweet old lady.
-Yeah, she's a real
whistler's mother type.
Every night when
I come from work,
she's sitting on her front
porch in her rocking chair.
-Of course you can go, Dennis.
I think it's very nice of
you to keep her company.
-Son, what do you
and she talk about?
-Oh, we don't talk much.
-I just go there
when I have walnuts.
Her old rocking chair
sure cracks walnuts swell.
[theme music]
-Mr. Wilson's going to
help out at the bank?
Well, does that mean
he's going to work there?
-Well, he really won't
be working very hard.
Actually, he's doing this as a
favor to Mr. Yates down there.
-Well, I know Mr. Yates
is a good friend of his,
but what kind of a job--
-Here you are, mom.
-Thank you, dear.
-Who's Mr. Yates?
-Oh, you don't know him, Dennis.
He's president of the bank
where we have our account.
-Anyway, they're having this
campaign on for new accounts,
and Mr. Wilson will just
have a desk down there
and be sort of an
official greeter.
-Is Mr. Wilson gonna
go to work, dad?
-Well, briefly, yes.
-Jeepers, I'm sure glad
he's finally got a job.
-Dennis.
Mr. Wilson isn't
looking for work.
He's retired.
-He is.
-Jeepers, I better go wake him
up and tell him he's got a job.
-He knows it, son.
Why don't you go out and play?
-Well, OK.
I could sit out front and
wait for the ice cream man
to come by.
But I haven't got any money.
I guess I'll just go
sit out there anyway.
I can always watch the
other kids eat theirs.
-Well, wait a minute, son.
I-- I've had a pretty
good day today.
I think maybe I
can spare a dine.
-Oh boy, thanks dad!
-I can't help it, honey.
I've always been a
sucker for a sob story.
-And Mr. Yates states, he's
pleased to extend an invitation
to Mr. Wilson's many
friends to visit
his desk at the bank this
week so that he can personally
supervise the opening
of their new account.
My, isn't that nice?
-Well, it was rather
tastefully handled, yes.
-It's a nice picture too.
-I think it makes my
face look a little fat.
-Yes.
You really ought to wear
larger collars, dear.
Or have smaller
helpings at dinner.
-Oh.
Martha.
Well, it's just not
a very good angle.
That's all.
-I hope the bank
realizes how lucky they
are to have you
do this for them.
-Well, if Dudley
Yates feels I can
help to focus the
attention of this community
on saving money, on
thrift, then it's my duty.
-And you'll have
fun too, won't you?
You know, Martha, it will
be fun sort of getting
my feet under a desk
for a while, yes.
DENNIS (OFFSCREEN):
Hi Mr. Wilson!
-Hello, Dennis.
-Hello, dear.
-Hi Mrs. Wilson.
You want a bite?
-Oh, no thank you, Dennis.
Dad gave me a dime, so
I got a double dipper.
-Tsk tsk.
Your father gave you
some money, so you
ran right out immediately and
spent it all on ice cream, huh?
-I had to run.
The ice cream man was
almost out of sight.
-A wise man, Dennis,
is a thrifty man.
He saves his money,
puts it in the bank.
-Yeah, but I never have
enough money to save any.
-You can always save
part of your money.
-You take that ice cream
cone, for instance.
If you'd only bought
a single dip one,
you'd have had a nickel to save.
-Yeah, but-- Hey.
I didn't know your picture
was in the paper, Mr. Wilson.
-Isn't he handsome, Dennis?
-Aw.
-I didn't know your
face was so fat.
Woops.
Aw heck.
-Now look what
you've done, Dennis.
For heaven's sakes,
you've ruined it.
-No, I can stick it back on.
Aw.
Jeepers, now I have ruined it.
-I wasn't talking about
your ice cream, Dennis.
-Now, now don't fret, George.
I'll get a cloth and
clean it right up.
-I sure wish you'd have
told me about saving
my money before, Mr. Wilson.
-What?
-If I'd have bought a single
dip and saved a nickel,
now I'd have it to buy another
blob of ice cream with.
I learn something
from you every day.
You know what I'm
gonna do right now
for good old Mr. Wilson, dad?
-Don't bother Mr. Wilson, son.
-It's too late to go over to
Mr. Wilson's tonight, Dennis.
-I'm not going over
to his house, Mom.
Jeepers, everybody talks to
me, but nobody looks at me.
-All right.
What is it, son?
-You know what I'm
gonna do right now?
I'm gonna take every penny
I got out of my bank,
and tomorrow I'm
going to put them
in Mr. Wilson's bank downtown.
-Why, Dennis, I think
that's a fine idea.
-Well yes, son.
I think you're old enough to
have your own bank account.
-You don't think the bank might
lose my money, do ya, Dad?
Or spend it, or anything?
-No, they'll take
good care of it.
You see, when you put
your money in the bank,
it's not only safe, but,
well, the bank adds interest,
and your money grows.
-Grows?
You mean it gets more?
-That's right.
-And if you leave
it long enough,
you'll have a lot of money.
-Oh, boy, I didn't know that!
I'm gonna put every penny
I've got in there tomorrow,
and-- will you help
me get him out, Dad?
-Sure I will, son.
Bring your piggy
over to the desk.
-Hey wait, Dad, are you
gonna hit him with that?
-Well, I've got to break him
to get the pennies out, son.
-But I've had that old
pig a long time, Dad.
I sure do hate to hurt him.
-Well, I tell you what we'll do.
We'll blindfold him, and then
he'll never know what hit him.
OK?
-Well, if that's the only way
I can start my bank account,
I guess we'll have to.
-Wow, look at all that money!
-Officer Hogan,
this is Mr. Wilson.
-How do you do, Officer Hogan?
-Glad to know you, Mr. Wilson.
-Thank you.
-And this is Mr. Clute.
Mr. Wilson.
-How do you do, Mr. Clute?
-How do you do, Mr. Wilson?
-We're mighty proud
to have you with us
for this new customer
drive, George.
-Well, you know, I've been a
depositor here a good number
of years now.
Uh, anything I can do to bring
in new business is a pleasure.
-Well, I feel that
your presence here
will bring in a lot
of fine new accounts.
And by George, I think we
ought to drink a toast to that.
-A toast?
Well, it's a little
early in the day for me,
but, uh, you're the boss.
Oh!
Water.
Aqua pura.
Of course.
-Here's to our
first new account.
Let's hope it's a big one.
DENNIS (OFFSCREEN):
Hi, Mr. Wilson!
-Hi, Mr. Wilson.
-Oh, hello, Mitchell.
-Oh, oh, Mr. Yates.
This is Henry Mitchell
and his son, Dennis.
-How are you, Mr. Mitchell?
-How are you?
-Dennis?
-Hi.
Guess what, Mr. Wilson?
I'm gonna start a bank
account in your bank.
-Yes, he's got his whole life
savings in that paper bag.
-Ah.
Well, you came to
the right place.
-Yes indeed, young man.
We're always happy to
meet a new depositor.
I'm the president here.
-Glad to know ya.
I hope you take good
care of my money.
It takes a long time
to save pennies.
-You just trust us, Dennis.
-Mr. Wilson is personally
going to look after your money.
Aren't you, Mr. Wilson?
-Of course.
-Actually, it was you who
got him started, Mr. Wilson.
-I did?
-That's right.
Mr. Wilson says,
if you got a dime,
you should always
save a nickel of it.
-Right!
Doing a little missionary
work, eh, George?
-Well, they're never
too young, you know.
-Well, I've got to get on
down to the office, son.
See you later.
Mr. Wilson.
-Yes, good bye, Mitchell.
Bye, Dad.
-All right, Dennis, you
just bring your money
right here in here to my desk.
-We'll not only take
good care of it,
but we'll make your
money grow, Dennis.
-That's what my Dad says.
-And one of these days,
you'll be a wealthy man.
-I'll dump the money
out so you can count it.
-Oh, no, Dennis, that
won't be necessary.
-I'll take your word for it.
-Now, let's see.
That's $ .
-No, sir.
pennies.
-Well, Dennis, you see, there
are pennies in a dollar.
So pennies--
-I know that, Mr. Wilson.
But I didn't bring any dollars.
Just pennies.
-Oh, all right.
Here.
-I'll take you over to Mr.
Clute at the teller's window.
Bring your money.
-Oh, Denis?
Your passbook.
-Thanks, Mr. Wilson.
I bet my money sure will grow
with you taking care of it
for me.
Hey, Mr. Wilson!
Watch my money!
Don't let anybody leave!
-Dennis!
How in the world did
you manage to do this?
-I don't know, but
it sure is a mess!
-Pardon me, please.
-I think we got 'em
all, Mr. Wilson.
-I hope so, Dennis.
-But let's count
them and make sure.
, , , --
-Oh, for heaven's sakes, Dennis.
Here, let me.
, , , , , -- ,
-- , , Dennis.
- ?
I had when I came in here.
We'd better count 'em again.
- --
-Oh, no, never mind, Dennis.
Here, I'll put a
penny in, myself.
Oh, I don't have a penny.
Here.
Here's a nickel.
-A nickel?
Jeepers, thanks, Mr. Wilson.
My money's starting
to grow already.
-That sure was a
good breakfast, Mom.
-Well, I'm glad you
enjoyed it, dear.
-But you know what
I'd really enjoy?
A piece of that apple pie
you got in the ice box.
-You'll have to wait
until dinner time.
Sorry to disappoint you.
-Oh, that's all right, Mom.
When I become a millionaire,
we can have pie all day long.
-When are you expecting
that to happen, son?
-Well, it won't be long.
The money I put in
the bank yesterday
is growing every minute.
Bye!
-Oh, he certainly is proud
of that bank account.
-Well, it's a fine thing
for a boy his age to have.
Say, a piece of that
apple pie sounds good.
I think I'll just
get myself a slice.
-Henry, you heard
what I told Dennis.
That's for dinner.
-I know, honey, but
why deny ourselves?
We've got a budding
millionaire in the family.
-Good morning, Mr. Wilson.
-Good morning, Hogan.
Good morning, Clute.
-Oh, good morning, Mr. Wilson.
Nice morning.
-Quite.
-Good morning, George.
-Oh, good morning, Dudley.
-Well, I hardly expected to see
you here so bright and early.
-Oh, why not?
Even though I am a
banker now, I have
no intention of
keeping banker's hours.
-Well, well, a briefcase.
And bulbing, too.
Important papers?
-Well, no, not exactly.
You see, Martha's a firm
believer in home cooking.
Doesn't think I should
be deprived of it.
-Oh, I see.
You brought your lunch?
-Yes.
Pot row sandwiches.
I'll be happy to share
them with you, Dudley.
-Well, I may take
you up on that.
George, I'm very happy with the
way this thing is working out.
You brought in some
fine accounts yesterday.
-Oh, well, thank you, Dudley.
I shall try to keep
up the good work.
-I'm sure you will, George.
-Thank you, Dudley.
Thank you.
DENNIS (OFFSCREEN):
Hello, Mr. Wilson!
-Oh, dear.
-Hi, Mr. Wilson!
-Dennis, keep your voice down.
This is a bank.
-Hey, Mr. Wilson.
I came to look at the money
I put in your bank yesterday.
-To look at it?
-I want to see how
much it's grown.
-But Dennis, you only
brought it here yesterday.
-Oh, good morning, Mr. Bishop.
May I have the pleasure
of serving you, sir?
-Yes, I'd like to talk
about opening a new account.
-Ah, splendid.
You business leaders are
the type we're after.
-Aren't you gonna show
me my money, Mr. Wilson?
-Oh, no, I'm not.
Now, if you'll just
step inside please, sir?
-Jeepers, what good
is a bank account
if you can't see your money?
Maybe it's gone.
-It's not gone, it's here.
Now, I'll be glad to explain
to you the advantages of our--
-Are you sure, Mr. Wilson?
Did you see it today?
-Yes, Dennis.
I saw it.
Now, I'm sure you'll be pleased
with our rate of interest.
-I'd feel a lot better
if I could see it.
It's all the money
I've got in the world.
-I'd better forget about
opening that account.
-Oh, now wait, Mr. Bishop.
-Some of your depositors
don't seem too happy
with the service they get here.
-But Mr. Bishop-- I-- Oh, drat.
Now I'll never get his account.
-That's all right, Mr. Wilson.
You've still got mine.
Can I see it now?
-Oh, Dennis, I have
told you over and over--
-Hello there, young man.
Well, George,
what's the trouble?
You sound upset.
-Well, Dennis
insists upon seeing
the money he
deposited yesterday.
-Well, it sounds like a
reasonable request to me.
Let our young depositor see that
his money is always safe here.
-Jeepers!
Thanks!
-Very well, Dudley.
Very well.
-Come along, Dennis.
Through here.
-Don't you take it!
Oh, Mr. Wilson,
I'm terribly sorry.
I thought I was being held up.
-Good old Mr. Wilson
wouldn't do that.
He works here.
-What in the world
makes you so jittery?
-Well, I can't help
it, Mr. Wilson.
A few months ago I
was really held up.
A man shoved a note through
the window of my cage
that said I should
give him all the money.
-Did you give it to him?
-No.
Fortunately I fainted,
and he ran out.
But it was a
dreadful experience,
and my nerves haven't
been the same since.
Well, now what can I
do for you, Mr. Wilson?
-Young Mitchell
here wants to see
the money he
deposited yesterday.
Do you have your passbook
with you, Dennis?
-I sure do.
Last night I slept with
it under my pillow.
-$ . .
Well, that should be simple.
There you are, young man.
-That must be
somebody else's money.
Mine was all pennies.
-But this is the same thing.
-Don't argue with him, Clute.
Just show him pennies.
-Well, if you say so.
There's your four,
and here's more.
Each of these rolls
contains pennies.
-Are you sure?
I'd better break
'em open and see.
-Please, young man, not here.
People are waiting in line.
Can we open them on
your desk, Mr. Wilson?
-No, Dennis, we could not.
-OK.
I'll get that nice
fat man to help me.
-No, Dennis.
No, no.
Don't you bother Mr. Yates.
Oh, I'll do it.
I'll bring them back, Mr. Clute.
Come along.
There you are, Dennis.
There are your pennies.
All of them.
-Jeepers, my money's
been here a whole day,
and it hasn't grown a bit.
-Well, Dennis, you can't expect
your money to grow that fast.
Oh, it will grow, but you
have to be more patient.
You have to wait.
-OK.
I'll wait.
-Oh, good.
Good.
Oh, no, Dennis.
No.
You can't wait here.
-Well, I'd rather wait
here where I can watch.
-Now Dennis, you be a good
boy and run along home.
-What's the trouble now, George?
-Oh.
Our young depositor's
complaining.
Thinks his money
should grow overnight.
-But I promised Mom and Dad
I'd be a millionaire soon.
-Well, I'm afraid that's
a little too ambitious.
You see, I've been in
the banking business
for many years, and I'm
not a millionaire yet.
-You sure look like one.
-I do?
-Millionaires can have
pie any time they want.
And you look like
you've had it a lot!
-Dennis!
-It's all right, George.
A banker should always
have a prosperous look.
Now, you just leave
your money here with us,
and let me take good
care of it for you, OK?
-OK!
-Run along.
-I wish you hadn't
encouraged Dennis, Dudley.
You may regret it.
-No, nonsense, George.
What harm could a little boy do?
-That little boy could wreck
our entire financial structure
single handed.
-I'm putting three sandwiches
in your briefcase today, dear.
-Oh?
You know, Martha,
I have the feeling
that pot roast sandwiches
in my briefcase
are, well, a little undignified.
-These are baked ham, dear.
-Oh.
Well, I suppose
it's a little too
late to think of
dignity, anyhow.
Especially after the way
Dennis embarrassed me yesterday
in front of Mr. Bishop.
-Well, stop brooding about that.
I'm sure it'll
turn out all right.
-I hope you're right.
I got Bishop on the phone
later and finally persuaded
him to come back in again
today to open his account.
-You always were persuasive.
-The thing that
terrifies me, though,
Martha, is that Dennis
may show up again.
-Oh, you probably
won't see him all day.
You know how boys are.
-They, they lose
interest so fast.
-Well, I hope you're right.
Anyway, I'm taking
the precaution
of going in early today, so
I'll at least have some peace
and quiet before
he descends on me.
How do I look, my dear?
-Just perfect.
-Well, I'm off to the bank.
Good bye, Martha.
-Good bye, Nelson.
-Nelson?
-It's very easy to mistake
you for a Rockefeller.
-Oh, Martha.
Good morning, Mr. Hogan.
-Oh, good morning, Mr. Wilson.
-Morning, Mr. Clute.
-Oh, good morning, Mr. Wilson.
Nice morning.
-Indeed it is.
-Good morning, Mr. Keith.
-Good morning, Mr. Wilson!
-Dennis, no.
This is too much.
-I'm surprised you weren't here
this morning before the bank
opened.
-I was.
Mr. Hogan had to let me in.
-Well, now, you get this
straight, young man.
I don't intend to spend
another day hauling out
those confounded
pennies to show you.
-Oh, I didn't come to
see them, Mr. Wilson.
I came to help my money grow.
I brought some more.
There's pennies there.
I took eight empty bottles
back to Mr. Quigley's market.
-Well, now, good
for you, Dennis.
Good for you.
Yeah, that's the way to do it.
You're on the right
road to riches now.
Oh.
Oh, that's a Mexican
penny, Dennis.
-I know.
Mr. Quigley said it was.
If I get enough of those, I can
be a Mexican millionaire, too.
Hah!
-This isn't legal
tender in this country.
Quigley shouldn't
have given you this.
-There can't be anything
wrong with it, Mr. Wilson.
Mr. Quigley said it's one
he got from you last week.
-Oh.
Well, I'll just put it
back with the other.
-Oh, good morning, Mr. Bishop.
Come to open that
account, have you?
-Yes, but, uh, I
see you're still
busy with your other depositor.
-Oh, no, not at all.
Not at all.
Come in, sir.
Oh, Dennis, let Mr. Bishop
have that chair, please.
-This is the cash
I'd like to deposit.
-Oh, splendid.
Dennis, I'm sorry.
I won't be able to make out
your deposit slip right now.
I'll be busy with Mr. Bishop.
-That's all right.
Where's that nice fat man?
I'll get him to make it out.
-Oh, no, Dennis.
Don't you bother that
nice fat man-- Mr. Yates.
Here, Dennis.
Here.
Now, you, you take your
pennies to Mr. Clute.
He'll do it for you.
-Thanks, Mr. Wilson.
-Oh, wait a minute.
Wait.
He might not do it
just on your say so,
so I'd better write you a note
giving proper authorization.
Please make out a slip for this
lad's deposit, and enter same.
There are are.
Now, you just take this
right over to Mr. Clute.
-Thanks Mr. Wilson.
-Now.
Now we can get on with
our business, Mr. Bishop.
-Excuse me, mister.
-Oh, here, son.
Let me help you.
-It's a hold up!
It's a hold up!
Hang on to my money, Mr. Clute!
It's a hold up!
[alarm ringing]
-Don't panic, folks.
Don't panic.
Say, mister, would you
just hold onto my holster
while I-- oh no.
You're the bandit!
-You're the first
bandit I've ever met.
Can I have your autograph?
-All right, Mr. Bishop.
Customers first.
How did you get out there?
[whistle blowing]
-Hold it.
Everyone freeze.
-Here you are, officer.
I caught the criminal.
-OK.
Come along with me.
-Now, wait a minute, officer.
I'm no bandit.
My name's Bickerstaff, and I'm
the new secretary at the YMCA.
-A likely story.
-He shoved this note
through my window
and stood there with an evil
look on his criminal face.
-I did not nothing of the sort.
This little boy
gave me that note.
-That's right.
Mr. Wilson wrote it for me.
Are there many
bandits at the YMCA?
-Please make out a slip for this
lad's deposit and enter same.
George Wilson.
-Why, that's the note I wrote.
Why, there's been no
hold up here at all.
-Oh, what a relief.
-Well, there goes Clute.
-Dennis, for the
past three days now,
you have been haunting this
bank, and I have had it.
Now, here's a five dollar bill.
-For me?
-Yes.
Now give me your passbook.
-Oh boy.
-As of now, your
account is closed.
-Jeepers. $ . .
And I only started
with pennies!
-Keep your voice down.
Now you go on home.
Home!
DENNIS (OFFSCREEN): Hello!
Mr. Wilson!
-Oh good grief.
Dennis, what is all this?
-I told my friends about my
bank account, Mr. Wilson.
And they all wanna
start one too.
-Oh, Dennis.
-They want their money to
grow just as fast as mine did.
Give good old Mr. Wilson
your money, fellas.
-Oh for Pete's sake.
-Look at all the new
accounts, Mr. Wilson.
That nice fat man will
sure be proud of you.
[theme music]
03x13 - Dennis' Bank Account
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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.