03x26 - Horseless Carriage Club

[bunniefuu]

-Hi, Mom, I'm home!

-I never would have known

it if you hadn't told me.

You're early, what

happened at school?

-Miss Perkins let us skip

geography so we could come home

and get jobs to make money

for the picture fund.

-But, what's the picture fund?

-For pictures, we're

going to buy pictures

of George Washington,

and Abraham Lincoln,

and hang them in the

wall in our room.

-Oh, good, fine.

-Hey, I know what I can

do to make some money.

I'll wash all this

stuff for you.

-No use for my mom to get

dishpan hands when I can get

l them for you, for about $. ?

-Oh, no, it's much

to breakable, Dennis.

But I tell you what, I

have some change over there

on the counter.

You can take a quarter of

it for the picture fund.

It's a gift.

-Well, jeepers, Mom,

that wouldn't count.

We're not supposed to

have people give us money.

We have to work for it.

I've got to go find

a job someplace.

-Oh, I see.

-It's to develop our

characters, Miss Perkins says.

-Well, Miss Perkins

is absolutely right.

I'm sorry I offered

you the quarter.

-That's OK, Mom.

I'll take it anyhow.

I can use it for

ice cream, thanks.

[music playing]

[honking]

[honking]

-Oh my goodness!

Henry!

-George, that is

you, isn't it George?

-It certainly is!

How do you like my new car?

-A Winton, you can't

hardly come by those no more.

-But how did you--

well, I mean, where?

-You are now looking

at the car that's

going to win the

big road race Sunday

with George Wilson driving.

-And Henry Mitchell

riding as mechanic.

-My goodness, a race!

-It says the senator

himself is going

to be there to

present the trophy.

-in person.

-He's quite a horseless

carriage buff, isn't he?

I read about his

old car collection.

-Senator Washburn is

head of the whole state

group of horses carriage clubs.

We're just one chapter.

-And I don't mind

telling you I expect

to be named president of our

chapter Sunday afternoon.

-Oh, everybody there

will vote for you, dear.

I know I will.

-Well, it isn't a

matter of voting, dear.

-The senator makes

the appointment.

He usually picks the

winner of the race

to head up the

chapter for this year.

-And by the time we get

through feeding dust

to all those other cars

from here to Blairville

and back, I don't think

Senator Washburn will

have any trouble

picking a precedent.

-Well, if we're going

to feed dust to anybody,

we better get back to

work on this motor.

-Oh, yes Mitchell.

[honking]

[backfire]

[honking]

-Does it run, Mr. Wilson?

-Does it run?

Oh, here Mitchell,

try this wrench.

Why, we've had this car

up to miles an hour.

-Wow, I didn't know because

I've never seen a car like this

before.

-Well, you were

born a little late

for the models, Dennis.

-Don't feel too badly, son.

So was I.

-Hey Dad, I know

how I could make

some money for the

picture fund at school.

-Yeah?

-I'll help you do whatever

you're doing there.

And you could pay me

whatever you think I'm worth.

-You wouldn't make much

money that way, son.

-I've just got to

make some money, Dad.

Hey, how about running

some errands for you?

Do you have any

errands I could run?

-Not right now, son, besides,

I remember an errands

I sent you on yesterday

afternoon that

didn't turn out too well.

You were two hours late getting

back from the drugstore.

And without my shaving lotion.

-Well, gee, dad, I just forgot.

-Son, you're getting old

enough now not to forget.

If you promise to do

something, just do it.

-OK, what do you want me to do?

And how much will you pay me?

-Dennis, your father

is absolutely right.

Never make a promise unless

you intend to keep it.

Remember that.

Never break a promise.

-OK, Mr. Wilson.

Say, do you have any errands

I could promise to do?

-Well, no Dennis, I'm sorry.

Right now all I'm

interested in is

getting this car

in good condition.

-Mr. Wilson, when it's

in good condition,

may I have a ride in it?

-Oh, Dennis, I think

that might be arranged.

-Hey, guess what Tommy?

Mr. Wilson's going to take me

for a ride in this some time.

-He is?

Boy, I wish he'd take me, too.

I'd even pay for a ride in

a swell old car like this.

-Pay for it?

You would?

-Sure, because a pony ride

in the park costs a quarter.

And this is a heck of a lot

better than that old pony.

-How much would you pay

for a ride in this car?

-How long a ride?

-Well, around the block?

-That's not very long.

-Well, how much would you pay

for a ride out to the lake?

Yeah, tomorrow maybe?

-Clear to the lake?

-And we could have

a weenie roast.

And I'll get mom to

furnish the weenies.

And you could even ride in

the front seat going out.

How much?

-Boy, that'd sure

be worth a lot.

I bet you my mom would give

me a whole dollar even.

-OK, I'll fix it!

-Hey, Mr. Wilson!

I've got a keen idea!

How about taking us kids

out to the lake tomorrow

for a weenie roast in

this swell old car?

-Now, hold on, young man.

You're pressing pretty hard.

-Yes, we're trying to

get ready for the race.

And we-- wait a

minute, Mitchell.

That might be a

good idea at that.

-Hmm?

-A drive up to the

lake and back tomorrow

would be a good tune up, a

sort of trial run for the car.

At the same time, we can

give Dennis and his friends

a nice little outing.

-Well, I'm for that.

-Oh, boy!

Thanks, Mr. Wilson!

Come on, Tommy.

So far, I've got you

signed up, and Kevin

and Chris Combs, and

Froggy Watson, and--

FEMALE VOICE

(OFFSCREEN): Dennis!

-Uh oh, here comes

that dumb old Margaret.

-Let's cross the street

before she gets here.

-No, wait, Tommy, I

got to talk to her!

You know, her money's

just as good as anybody's.

Come on!

Hey, Margaret!

-Hi!

-Listen, Margaret, what are

you going to be doing tomorrow?

-Tomorrow?

-Yeah, Saturday, Dennis wants

you to go on a weenie roast

up to the lake in Mr.

Wilson's swell old car.

-With you, Dennis?

-With me, and Tommy,

and lots of other boys.

You want to go?

-Oh, dear, mother always said

the boys would flock around me.

But I didn't expect it so soon.

I hardly know what to say.

-All you have to say, Margaret,

is do you want to go or not?

-All right, Dennis, I accept.

-OK, sign right here.

And go get $ from your mother.

That's what it costs.

-$ !

You mean I have to

pay to go with you?

Well!

-You don't have to go if

you don't want to, Margaret.

I've just about got the

car filled up already.

Here!

So

-I'll go.

Where do I sign?

-Right here, now go

get $ for your mother

because girls have

to pay right away.

-Oh, dear, it's the

woman who always pays.

-Yeah, and in advance.

Now go get $ from your mother!

Come on, Tommy!

Let's go get some more kids.

[music playing]

-Look out!

Stand back, everybody!

Jump, Wilson!

Jump!

-Oh, it's you, Brady.

I thought I recognized

your gentle voice.

-Say, when does this misguided

m*ssile go into orbit, Wilson?

-k*ll it, Mr. Wilson.

-If I had a stick I would.

Oh, you mean the motor.

-Hi, Mitchell boy, so this is

the clunker you guys are going

to break down in at

the starting line, huh?

-No, this is the

classic Winton

that we're going to

win the road race in.

-Win it?

Against my little

Kissel Car Oh, stop.

-Don't you worry about us, Jack.

We'll do all right.

-You'll find out

when the race starts.

-Well, you guys better bring

along plenty of muscle.

Like Edgar A. Guest

used to say, it'll

take a lot of shoving for

this heap to make it home.

-Oh, my goodness,

Brady, you ought

to be on television so

we could turn you off.

-Ah, don't talk silly.

You'll be eating dust when

Senator Washburn hands me

that trophy tomorrow.

-Tomorrow?

You're a little

mixed up, aren't you?

The race is day after

tomorrow, Sunday.

-Haven't you guys heard from

Krinkie at the newspaper?

-Alice and Mrs. Wilson have

been downtown all afternoon.

We've been out here

working on the car.

-Yes, haven't we heard what?

-The senator sent

Krinkie a wire.

He'll be busy Sunday

on state business

so he'll be here

tomorrow instead.

The race has been

moved up a day.

-Oh, no.

-Well, what difference

does it make?

You guys will get your lumps

a day earlier, that's all.

So long, losers.

-Oh, this is a mess, Mr. Wilson.

You've already promised to

take Dennis and the kids

to the lake tomorrow.

-I'm just afraid that Dennis

is going to be disappointed.

-You mean, the

weenie roast is off?

-I'm sorry.

But it just has to be.

You know how important

this race is to me.

-OK, Mr. Wilson.

It's your car and your decision.

I just hate to face

Dennis and break the news.

[music playing]

-Sorry.

-But Mr. Wilson promised!

-I know it, but

things just didn't

work out right, that's all.

You understand, don't you?

-Sure, I understand.

-Good boy.

-If a kid breaks a

promise, it's terrible.

But if a grown-up

up breaks one, it's

just because things

didn't work out right.

-I wouldn't put it that way.

-How would you put it, Dad?

-Well, I'd-- I don't know.

-Dad, I've already sold

tickets to all my friends.

What am I going to tell them?

-I'm afraid you'll just have

to refund the money to them.

That's all.

Wait a minute!

Supposing I took you in the

boys out in my car tomorrow?

-That wouldn't work out.

They want to go in

Mr. Wilson's car

because it's so old

and funny-looking.

Yours is just a

plain old new one.

-Well, we all have our

disappointments, son.

You're just going to have

to learn to handle them.

-Handle them?

Gee, I'm having enough

trouble learning

how to handle arithmetic.

Mr. Wilson just came outside.

Now, do you all know

what to say to get

him to change his mind

about the weenie roast?

-Yeah, I do, Dennis.

-Me, too.

-Naturally, I do.

I'm going to be a great

actress when I grow up.

-Do you really think we can make

him change his mind, Dennis?

Your Dad said he was

awful stubborn about it.

-Mr. Wilson's not

stubborn, Tommy.

Sometimes he just gets

the wrong idea in his head

and it gets stuck up there.

-In my opinion, he just

doesn't like children.

-Of course he does, Margaret.

Anyhow, the good

side of him does.

-Are you sure he's

got a good side?

-Sure, I'm sure, Tommy.

He yells, and hollers,

and makes a lot of noise.

That's just because

he doesn't want

people to know how good

his good side really is.

-Why don't you come

along and help us?

-Because he's already

turned me down.

I'll listen behind the fence.

-OK, we'll try

real hard, Dennis.

-We will be very

sad and pitiful.

-We'll clap him.

[music playing]

-Oh, well, hello.

-Hello, Mr. Wilson.

My goodness, this is

quite a delegation.

I suppose you've

come to persuade

me to change my

mind about tomorrow.

-No, Mr. Wilson.

We came to tell it's OK.

And I hope you win

your race tomorrow.

-Really?

Well, that's very

nice of you, Tommy.

-I would be there

to root for you.

But I don't want all the people

at the race to see me cry.

-Cry?

-Yeah, I'll be crying

all day tomorrow.

I sure did want to go

on that weenie roast.

-So did I, but-- well,

you do understand

the race is more important?

-We understand, Mr. Wilson.

Although our little

hearts are heavy,

we wouldn't stand in the

way of your pleasure.

-Well, thank you, Margaret.

-The trip to the lake would

have meant a lot to me.

I have weak lungs.

And I cough all the

time. [coughing]

A day in the open air

would've done me good.

-I'm sorry we can't go.

-Oh, don't think

of me, Mr. Wilson.

Go in the race and win.

I'll just stay home

and cough. [coughing]

-I had no idea you had

your heart so set on this.

Well, perhaps I could--

oh, no, no it's too late!

-Seymour has something to

say too, don't you Seymour?

-Yes, I have

something to say too.

-Well, go ahead.

Say it.

-I forget what it was?

Dennis, what did you say to say?

-Oh, so that's it.

Dennis is behind this maneuver.

-No, he's behind the fence!

-I should've known.

All right, now, go on.

Get out of here.

Shoo!

Scat!

-Boy, his bad side is

sure sticking out today.

-Dennis, come over here.

Let's have this out.

-So, you tried to

get those children

to play on my sympathies, huh?

-Sort of.

-Dennis, when you

have a point to make,

make it face to

face, man to man.

-All right, Mr. Wilson, I

think you should take us

on that weenie roast tomorrow.

You promised.

-At that time, I didn't know the

race would be on the same day.

-But you said nobody should

ever break a promise, remember?

-There are exceptions

to everything, Dennis.

-Then you won't take us?

-I'm sorry.

It's quite impossible.

I suppose that means

we're no longer friends.

-Oh no, Mr. Wilson.

I still like you, When I

grow up, in want to be good,

and kind, and honest,

just like you used to be.

-What is it, George?

Can't you sleep?

-I just can't seem to

get myself comfortable.

Oh, I know.

It's this confounded blanket.

-More likely it's your

confounded conscience.

-I suppose you think I'm

a fiend, inhuman form.

-No, George, you're

still the same man

I promised to love, honor,

and obey years ago.

-Of course I am.

-I love you.

And I'll obey you.

But after what you've

done to the children,

I'll find it very

difficult to honor you.

-Oh, fiddle sticks,

and good night!

-Happy dreams, dear.

-The bailiffs will

bring in the prisoner!

-What is the meaning of this?

Why am I--

-You will address the

court as your honor.

-Your honor, what

am I doing here?

-You are charged with a very

serious crime, more serious

than robbing a bank.

You are charged with

breaking a promise.

-Oh, so that's it.

Now, see here, if--

-The lawyer for the defense

will please step forward.

-I am here to see that

justice will prevail.

Take the witness chair you

nasty old promise-breaker.

-I will not.

I know my--

-Proceed, counselor.

Is it true that on the

day before this, known

as yesterday, you

promised to take

sweet, innocent

children to the lake

in an old car known as a Winton?

-Well, yes, but--

-And then the next

day, known is today,

did you break that

promise in order

to take part in a

silly old road race?

-Well, only because

Senator Washburn--

-Ladies and gentlemen of

the jury, the prisoners

own words prove that he's

incompetent, immaterial,

and just plain mean.

I rest my case.

-Yeah!

Hooray!

-Your honor!

This isn't a fair trial!

The jury cheered!

-That's OK!

So did I. And now I'll

pronounce sentence!

-Sentence, but somebody

should defend me.

I demand a lawyer!

All right, if you

have to be technical.

The lawyer for the defense

will please step forward.

-Hear I am, your honor.

What do you have to sya

in defense of your client?

-Nothing, he's an old stinker.

-Tommy!

You're my lawyer!

-You're his lawyer.

You're supposed to say

something good about him.

-If I have to say something

good about a sneaky old man who

breaks promises I quit.

I won't be a lawyer anymore.

I'll be a cowboy.

-Ladies and gentlemen

of the jury,

it's time for your verdict.

-Guilty!

-Swell!

The executioner will

please step forward.

-The executioner!

-George Wilson, I sentence

your promise-breaking head

to the executioner!

-No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

-George!

George, what is it?

-Oh, never mind

what it is, Martha.

I'll be back later.

My robe.

-Look, Mr. Wilson, what

are you doing here?

-Mitchell, I came

over here to tell you

that I've been a

selfish old windbag.

We're forgetting about that

race and taking those children

on that weenie roast tomorrow.

-Gee, that's swell.

But you don't have

to come dashing over

here in the middle of

the night to tell me.

-Oh, yes I did, otherwise

I'd never get any sleep.

Goodnight Mitchell.

[music playing]

[cheering]

-All right, last stop.

Everybody out.

-Well, the old car got us out to

the lake and back, Mr. Wilson.

You know something?

I be we would have

won that race.

-Oh, Mitchell, why did

you have to bring that up?

I'd almost forgotten

about that race.

-Sorry.

-And I just thought I'd give you

a chance to turn green, Wilson.

To the winner

belongs the spoils.

-Congratulations.

-Too bad you guys

couldn't have been there

to see me win the race.

It was a breeze all the way.

-yes, the wind

hasn't d*ed down yet.

I suppose you got the

presidency of the club.

-Not yet, but it's in the bag.

Charlie and Krinkie we're

talking after the race.

Probably planning to break the

big news in tomorrow's paper.

-Well, hooray for you.

-Well, you'll never receive

a trophy of your own Wilson.

So feel free to have

another look at mine.

-You're a generous

man, Mr. Brady.

-Hey, Mr. Wilson!

Mr. Wilson!

This man was outside

looking for your house.

He says he's a senator!

-Why, Senator Washburn, this

is an unexpected pleasure.

-The pleasure is entirely

mine, Mr. Wilson.

-Oh, senator, I'd like you to

meet my wife Martha, my friends

Alice and Henry Mitchell,

their your young son, Dennis.

And, of course, Mr.--

-You don't have to introduce

Charlie to me, right Chuck?

Well, I'm afraid,

I don't quite, uh--

-You know.

You gave me this.

-Oh, yes, of course, the trophy

winner, yes, uh, Mr. Bagley.

-Brady.

-Yes, of course.

Now, Mr. Wilson, in case

you're wondering why I'm here,

it's about the presidency of the

new horseless carriage chapter.

-Say, how'd you

know where I was?

-Now, after the race,

I asked Mr. Krinkie

why your car failed to appear.

And he told me how

you had carried out

a previous commitment to

take a group of youngsters

on an outing.

-We had a swell time.

-I'm sure you did, son.

And it was a swell thing

for your friend to do.

Now, you know, Mr. Wilson,

I've always loved the old cars.

But I have a great

deal more interest

in the children of this

community who will someday

grow up to be

responsible citizens.

And I hope vote for me.

Now, because of your

unselfish attitude

towards these children,

I here appoint you

this year's president of

the horseless carriage

of this district.

-Me?

President?

-Are you sure you

picked the right man?

-I'm positive.

-Well, show some more

of that sportsmanship.

Congratulate me.

-Congratulations,

Wilson, see you around.

So long, senator.

-Goodbye, Mr. Bailey.

-Well!

-Mr. Wilson!

Mr. Wilson!

I've got a keen idea.

Why don't I get a picture of

you to hang in our school room

with George Washington and

Abraham Lincoln's, and then

we'll have three presidents?

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