03x29 - Wilson Goes to the Dentist

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[doorbell]

-Hello, Dennis.

And Alice.

Do come in.

-Oh, this isn't really

a visit, Mrs. Wilson.

I tried that fudge

recipe of yours,

and I thought you

might like some.

-Well, thank you.

George is so fond of fudge.

-May I have a piece?

-You had some at home, dear.

-Yeah, but I haven't

had any over here.

-Dennis.

-Help yourself, dear.

-Boy, thanks, Mrs. Wilson.

-Oh, hello, Alice.

Dennis.

-Hi, Mr. Wilson!

-My goodness!

Fudge!

It's not up to your

usual standard, Martha.

-George!

-Jeepers, Mr. Wilson.

My mother made that.

-What?

Oh!

It was delicious.

I hadn't really tasted it.

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-Dad!

Hey, Dad!

I'm gonna get a dime!

-How come?

-Because I've got a tooth that's

gonna fall out any minute.

-Oh, dear.

Where?

-In my mouth.

Right here.

-By golly, it is loose.

-I told ya.

Dad, don't you think I'm old

enough for the fairy to give me

$ . for every tooth

I put under my pillow,

instead of only a dime?

-On the other hand,

son, maybe you're

so old that the fairy could

dispense with the usual dime.

-Jeepers, the tooth

fairy wouldn't do that

to a young little kid

like me, would she?

-I suppose the

fairy will continue

to give you a dime for a tooth.

-Henry, I think this time

he should go to the dentist

and get that tooth pulled.

-To the dentist?

-Come on, Alice.

Why not let it fall

out like always?

-Yeah, like always.

-Remember the last tooth?

It fell out while he was eating,

and it nearly choked him!

-Jeepers, Mom.

That was a couple of months ago.

I was littler then.

-Besides, I dear Dr. Walters

is out of town for a week.

-See?

-Well, all right.

But you be careful.

Don't wiggle that

tooth back and forth,

or you'll injure your gums.

-OK.

-Where are you off to, son?

-Mr. Wilson's such a

good friend of mine,

I'm gonna let him be one of the

first to see my loose tooth.

-Bills, bills, bills.

Martha, I ask you, how could

we possibly use $ . worth

of electricity in one month?

-Well, maybe that little

light in the refrigerator

doesn't go off.

-Martha, really.

Well, I suppose there are

worse things than the bills.

DENNIS (OFFSCREEN):

Hi, Mr. Wilson!

-And there's one

of them right now.

Oh, Dennis, what do you want?

-Nothing.

I came to show you

my loose tooth.

See?

-Dennis, I haven't

the slightest interest

of looking into

that steam whistle

opening of yours

and a loose tooth.

-George.

Where is it, dear?

-Right here.

See?

-Well, my goodness.

-See, Mr. Wilson?

-Oh, Dennis, if your

mouth opened any wider,

I could see your toenails.

-Oh, George.

-Are those peanuts you're

eating, Mr. Wilson?

-They are.

-Salted peanuts?

-Correct again.

-You sure are gonna

get a stomach ache

if you eat all those peanuts

yourself, Mr. Wilson.

-All right, Dennis.

Here.

Take a handful.

-One of my handfulls,

or your handfulls?

-Oh, open up your pocket.

-Wow.

-There.

Now, is that enough?

-Boy, thanks, Mr. Wilson.

One pocket full is plenty.

-All right, Dennis.

Now be quiet and let me work.

-Mr. Wilson?

When was the last

time you lost a tooth?

-Oh, when I was

about six months old.

Now, don't bother me.

-I'm afraid Mr. Wilson's going

to lose all his teeth if he

doesn't go see a dentist.

-Now, Martha, I

keep telling you,

my trouble is only

a little-- oh!

-What's the matter, Mr. Wilson?

-It-- It's nothing, Dennis.

Nothing at all.

I have a slightly sensitive

nerve that bothers me

when I bite down the wrong way.

-If you ask me, that sensitive

nerve has a very large cavity.

-Martha, I assure

you, it's nothing.

Besides, you know Dr.

Walters is out of town.

Now, I've got to get

back to these bills.

-Hey, Dennis!

Dennis!

-There's Albert!

Wait 'til he sees

my loose tooth.

I've gotta go now, Mr.

Wilson, but I'll be back.

-Well, you take

your time, Dennis.

Take five or six years.

-Sensitive nerve, indeed.

-You see it?

OK, Albert, now it's your turn.

You see it?

-Yep.

You're gonna get it out, OK.

-I wish I had a loose tooth.

I'm plum broke.

-Dennis!

Wait 'til you see what I got.

-Oh, yeah?

Wait 'til you see

what I got, Tommy.

-Dennis got a tooth

that's gonna fall out.

-So what?

Look at this.

-Wowie!

-Jeepers, Tommy,

what a swell mitt.

-Get it for your birthday?

-Nope.

-Then why did your folks

buy the mitt for you?

-They didn't There's this new

dentist in town, Dr. Cadwell,

who's got a big box full of

swell gifts he gives to kids.

-You mean every time you go?

-Nah, just the first time.

And if you're good.

-Just for being good?

All I get at home is $ . .

-You should see the swell

basketball he's got there.

-A basketball?

-Boy, we could sure

use one of those.

You know what?

I think I'll go see him

about pulling my loose tooth.

-That's a swell idea, Dennis.

-Hey, could I get a

tooth pulled, too?

-Listen, Dennis.

Your folks will never

let you go to the dentist

just on account

of a loose tooth.

-Oh, no?

You kids just wait right here.

Dad!

Hey, Dad!

-Just what made you

change your mind

about wanting to

go to the dentist?

-Jeepers, Dad. you

heard Mom, didn't you?

A little kid like me could

choke on a big tooth like this.

-A little kid could, could he?

Seems to me there's more

to this than meets the eye.

-Well, I think it's a fine idea.

A child his age should

get into the habit

of going to the dentist.

-Sure.

You wouldn't want me to

have a sensitive nerve

like Mr. Wilson, would you?

-OK, you win.

But who's he going to go to

with Dr. Walters out of town?

-Oh, Tommy just went

to a swell new dentist.

Dr. Cadwell.

Little kids don't even

cry when they go to him.

-I've heard of Dr.

Cadwell, Henry.

He's supposed to be very good.

-You're the boss.

-I'll call and make an

appointment right away.

-Oh, tell him the

sooner the better, Mom.

-Dennis.

Uh, just why are you so happy

about going to the dentist?

-Happy?

-Yes, happy.

-Gee, Dad, I must be

kind of dumb, huh?

-You mean you're seeing

him this very afternoon?

-Just over a loose tooth?

-Well, I told you, Tommy.

Now all we got to do is hope

that some kid doesn't b*at me

to that swell basketball.

-Whatcha eatin'?

-Salted peanuts.

You guys want some?

-Sure.

Give me some, Dennis.

-OK.

-Sure are good, aren't they?

You know, Mr. Wilson gave

them to me when-- uh-oh.

-What's the matter, Dennis?

-My dumb old tooth came out.

-Yep.

It's a real tooth, all right.

-Now you won't have any

reason to go to the dentist.

-What are you gonna

do now, Dennis?

-I don't know, Alvin.

If only there was some way of

putting this old tooth back

in my head until-- glue!

-Glue?

-Sure!

I've fixed everything with glue.

Come on, guys.

-Where do you keep

the glue, Dennis?

-It depends on

what I broke last.

I think it's in the kitchen.

Come on!

-OK, I like the kitchen!

-Here it is.

Hey, this one takes

two hours to dry.

-That's no good, Dennis.

If you keep your

mouth open that long,

your folks might get suspicious.

-You could tell

'em you're yawning.

-Hey, Dennis, here's one that

glues paper, glass, china,

and it's quick drying.

-That's the one, Alvin!

-Come on, Dennis.

Now, open your mouth

and give me the tooth.

-Oh, my.

It sure is dark down there.

-Now we'll put a

little glue-- mm,

maybe I'd better

put it on the tooth

and let it dry for

a couple of seconds.

Then I'll stick it

into your mouth.

-The question is, will it hold?

-'Course it'll hold.

If it doesn't, we--

oh, hi, Mr. Mitchell.

-OK, Dennis, you can close

your mouth now and tell me

why you're so anxious

to go to the dentist.

-If I close my

mouth, I can't talk.

-In one minute, you won't

be able to sit, either.

-Yes, sir.

Well, if you go see

this Dr. Cadwell,

he might give you things.

-Like this swell baseball glove.

-Or a swell basketball.

-I'd ask him for a baby sister.

-I see.

Well, fellas, I'm

afraid you're just

going to have to find somebody

else with a loose tooth.

-Somebody else?

Gee, Dad, that's a swell idea!

Come on, g*ng!

You kids wait right here.

-Hey, Mr. Wilson!

-Dennis, if you came after

my apple, you're too late.

-Guess what?

I've got an appointment

this afternoon

with Dr. Cadwell, a

swell new dentist.

-That's just fine.

You give him my regards.

-You see, George?

Dennis is going to the dentist.

-My mom says

there's nothing more

important than

keeping your teeth.

-And she's perfectly

right, dear.

-Well, my mother never saw

a dentist 'til she was ,

and she kept her

teeth 'til she was .

-Yes, she did.

Right on top of the

dresser while she slept.

-Boy, that sounds like

an awful place to sleep.

-Dennis, we wouldn't

want to make you late

for your dental appointment.

-Oh, that's OK, Mr. Wilson.

I don't have to go, anyway.

-You don't have to go?

But I thought you said--

-My tooth fell

out all by itself.

See?

So I thought maybe you'd

like to go in my place.

-Oh, you did, did you?

-But that's a wonderful idea.

I've heard Dr. Cadwell's

a fine dentist.

-Now, Martha, my tooth

is perfectly all--

-Boy, Mr. Wilson, that sure

is a mean old sensitive nerve

you've got.

-Oh, all right, all right.

I'll go see doc Walters as

soon as he returns to town.

-Now, this has gone far enough.

I'm going to call

Alice and tell her

that you'll taken

Dennis' appointment.

-Dennis' appointment?

Oh, great Scott.

-He's going!

[cheering]

-Here he is, Mr. Wilson.

-Oh.

Well, thank you for

accompanying me, Dennis.

I believe I can find my way to

the dentist's chair from here.

-I couldn't let you wait

all by yourself, Mr. Wilson.

-Dennis, I assure you--

-May I help you?

-This is Mr. Wilson.

He's got to see a dentist.

-Dennis--

-Wilson, Wilson.

-At : .

-Strange.

I don't find your

name, Mr. Wilson.

-Oh, you don't?

Well, that's all right, miss.

I'll call back some other--

-Wait, Mr. Wilson.

Is Mrs. Wilson going

to be sore at you.

-Dennis, you heard

the young lady.

If I have no appointment--

-But mom talked to the

dentist himself about you.

-Oh, well that explains it.

Dr. Cadwell simply forgot

to enter it in the book.

-You see?

-Ah, wait over there, please.

-Boy, you sure are

lucky, Mr. Wilson.

You know, you almost

didn't get to see him.

-Yes, I'm the luck,

luck, lucky one.

-Don't be nervous, Mr. Wilson.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

-I am not nervous, Dennis.

And stop patting my hand.

-But if you're not nervous, why

you looking at that magazine

upside down?

-Oh.

Well, it's easier on

the eyes that way.

Just leave me alone.

[thudding]

-Great Scott!

-Come back, Mr. Wilson!

It's only a man

fixing the street.

-Oh, yes, so it is.

-Next, please.

-Ah, Mr. Wilson.

-Oh, no, no.

It's that little

girl over there.

-Right this way, Mr. Wilson.

-Ah, I just remembered I

left something on the stove.

I'll be right back.

-Come now, Mr. Wilson.

-Now, doctor, if

you're busy, I just--

-Mr. Wilson, please.

Now just sit right down.

It's not an electric

chair, you know.

-Oh, Mr. Wilson.

Remember, big people don't cry.

-Little boy, please

wait outside.

-OK, Mr. Dentist.

But if his eyes

start to water, it's

just because he's

thinking of something sad.

-Oh, Dennis.

-Cunningham College?

I never heard of the place.

-I assure you, Mr. Wilson,

it's a fully accredited school.

(SINGING) Cunningham,

oh, Cunningham,

we'll be true to you.

-Accredited for what?

-Basket weaving.

Now open your mouth, please.

Uh-huh.

Well, I hope this drill

isn't getting dull again.

-Dull again?

Doctor, how many years have

you been in this profession?

-How long?

Hm, let's see.

In , I first got my start

drilling for offshore oil.

-Offshore oil?

-Now Mr. Wilson, I assure you

I haven't lost a patient yet,

but it does make my

hand a little bit

steadier if the patient

shows a little faith in me.

-Well, it's right over there.

-Who is doing this, Mr. Wilson?

You or me?

-May I ask you something?

-You most certainly may.

-Do you mind if I look over

the free gifts for Mr. Wilson

while he's in there?

-Free gifts?

-The ones Mr. Wilson can pic

from if he's a good patient.

-Does this hurt?

--Uh-uh.

-Does this hurt?

-Uh-uh.

-How about this?

Oh!

You bit me!

-Well, it was your own fault.

You hurt me.

-Halt everything!

Stop the drill!

This isn't our dentist!

-What?

-What did you say, little boy?

-The lady outside

says our appointment

is with the other Dr. Cadwell.

This is the wrong

dentist, Mr. Wilson.

-Oh.

You can say that again, Dennis.

-The other Dr. Cadwell

is across the street.

Poor, unsuspecting soul.

-Joan?

-Oh, thank you, Dr. Cadwell.

Thank you.

-Yep.

This is the place, all right.

-Well, at least the child

came out looking happy.

-Yeah.

And if a little girl

like that didn't cry,

Mr. Wilson, maybe

you won't, either.

-You know, Dennis, I

just can't understand

this strange

preoccupation of yours.

DR. CADWELL

(OFFSCREEN): Mr. Wilson?

-Oh, yes, doctor?

-Right this way.

-Yes, I'll be-- great Scott!

-It's him again, Mr. Wilson.

-Me again?

Of, of course.

You just saw my brother, Cecil.

-Your brother?

-Yes.

We are identical twins.

-Are you sure you just don't

have two offices and run fast?

-Oh, Dennis.

-Now, right this way,

please, Mr. Wilson.

-Oh.

I see you went to the same

school as your brother.

-Do you mind?

-Oh, no, no, I just hope

you're a little less

painful than he is.

-Well, in that

case, perhaps we'd

better give you a little gas.

Then you won't feel a thing.

-Oh, fine, fine.

An excellent idea.

-Do you mind taking off

your glasses, please?

-Oh.

No, of course not.

-Now, this will cost

you $ extra, of course.

-$ ?

Haven't you something a little

less expensive that'll do

the same job?

-I could try hitting you

on the head, of course.

-Very amusing.

-Well, in that

case, perhaps we'd

just better give

you a painkiller.

That won't cost you anything.

-Oh, good.

Good.

-Now open wide, please.

-Yah!

On second thought, let's

forget about the painkiller.

You just try to be careful.

-Very well.

Oh.

Oh, we do seem to

have something here.

-Ow!

-Oh, for heaven's sakes, I

haven't even touched you yet.

-Mr. Dentist, can I

ask you something?

-Yes, little boy?

-The toys aren't

all gone, are they?

-The-- oh, no, the toys?

They're out there,

locked in my closet.

-Do you still have

that swell basketball?

-I have.

-Oh, boy.

-However, it's not

for you this time.

-Do you mean Mr.

Wilson bit you, too?

-I mean that they're

just for child patients.

-But I brought Mr.

Wilson in to you.

He didn't even want to come.

-Little boy, would you

please wait outside?

-Just a minute.

What's this all about, Dennis?

-He gives swell

things to people.

And I brought you

to him, and now he

won't give me that basketball.

-Little boy, out.

-Well, if you ask me, doctor--

-I didn't.

And will you please

stop trying to talk

with your mouth

full of my hands?

-Ow!

-You bit me!

You did it on purpose!

-I did not!

However, I can't say I'm

sorry, you torturer, you!

Come on, Dennis.

We're going home.

-Boy, you sure fixed

that nerve in a hurry,

didn't you, Mr. Wilson?

-He didn't fix it.

I'm not going to let him fix it.

Come on.

-Mrs. Wilson sure is gonna

be sore at you about not

getting that bad nerve fixed.

-Dennis, do you know

what I'm going to do?

I'm going to buy you

that basketball myself.

-You are?

Are you feeling all

right, Mr. Wilson?

-Of course.

Why, it's the least I could do

for a good friend such as you.

-You're about the best

friend I've ever had, too.

-Dennis, let's not say

anything to Mrs. Wilson

about what happened.

You know how easily women

get upset over nothing.

-Boy, do they ever.

Like Mom running

downstairs screaming,

just because she found that

little pet alligator of mine

swimming around in the bath tub.

-Dennis, that's a

perfect example.

Come on.

-Oh, George, aren't

you glad it's all over?

And I won't have to nag you

about going to the dentist

anymore.

-I certainly am, Martha.

-Did he say anything

about coming back?

-Uh, no, no.

As a matter of

fact, I don't think

he expects to see me

for a long, long time.

-Isn't that wonderful?

-But he wanted to

buy it for me, Dad.

-Dennis, the way you

schemed to get this ball,

you don't deserve it.

Now, I'm going to

pay for it, but it's

coming out of your allowance.

A little each week.

Mr. Wilson?

-Oh, come in, Mitchell.

come in.

-Mr. Wilson, I want to pay

you for this basketball.

-Oh, no no, Mitchell,

I wouldn't think of it.

After all, it was a gift.

-See, Dad?

-I insist.

-Oh, no, put your money away.

I refuse.

I absolutely refuse.

-Well, I--

-However, if you insist, it

came to $ . with the tax.

-Now, George, if you bought

the basketball as a gift

for Dennis.

-Well, you see, dear, it

wasn't exactly a gift.

-You see, he really

bought it for me

because that mean old dentist

wouldn't give us a basketball.

-I don't understand.

-Here you are,

Mr. Wilson. $ . .

Well, I've got to

get along home.

-Thank you, Mitchell.

Good bye, Dennis.

-OK.

-Explain something to me, dear.

Since when do you

get basketballs

at a dentist's office?

-Now, Martha, it, it's nothing

you'd be interested in.

Good bye, Dennis.

-I wouldn't ask

anymore questions

if I were you, Mrs. Wilson.

-Dennis, run along, now.

Your father's waiting.

-You wouldn't, dear?

Why?

-Because Mr. Wilson doesn't

want to get you all worried.

-Oh, Dennis.

-George Wilson, did something

happen at the dentist's office

that you haven't told me?

-Boy, she sure wormed out of

us in a hurry, didn't she?

-Now, Martha, it's nothing

to get excited about.

You see, there were

these two dentists.

They were identical twins,

and they were both terrible.

And-- well I have

every intention

of going to Dr. Walters the

very moment he returns to town.

-Well then you'll be delighted

to know that the afternoon

paper says he got

back this morning.

-Oh, joy.

-Don't be scared, Mr.

Wilson, because I'll

be right beside you.

-Why thank you, Dennis.

That's awfully

thoughtful of you.

-That's OK.

I want to go along just

in case Dr. Walters starts

to give presents away, too.

-Good grief.

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