04x32 - Tuxedo Trouble

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-That will be quite

a dinner tonight.

It says they expect to

raise $ , for the Civic

Improvement League.

-Mr. Wilson's going

to make a speech.

He's really excited about it.

-I wish we were going, Henry.

-Are you kidding?

They're charging $ a plate.

-$ just for a plate?

What will it cost when

you put food on it?

-The food's included, son.

-Can't we go, dear?

You know I had your

tuxedo cleaned last week,

and you'd look so handsome.

-Never mind the soft soap.

We can't afford it.

-OK if I go now, Mom?

-Yes.

Run along, dear.

Oh, Dennis, don't get

your clothes dirty.

If you come home looking

like you did yesterday,

you will be in big trouble.

-Well, I won't get my

clothes dirty, Mom.

I'll take them off and

play in my bare skin.

-Dennis, come back here.

-That was a joke, Mom.

You were supposed to laugh.

-Our son, the comedian.

-You know, Eloise, tonight

might be quite an occasion.

My speech could very well

make me the next president

of our Civic Improvement League.

-Well, they couldn't

pick a better one.

-Well, thank you, dear.

DENNIS (OFFSCREEN): Mr. Wilson!

-Come on in, Dennis.

-Hi, Mr. Wilson.

Hi, Mrs. Wilson.

MRS. WILSON (OFFSCREEN):

Hello, dear.

-How about a game of Parcheesi?

-I haven't time now, Dennis.

-It won't take long.

I left my set over here

the last time we played.

-Not now.

I'm working on a

speech, and I would

appreciate being left alone.

-OK, Mr. Wilson.

We'll play Parcheesi later.

Bye, Mrs. Wilson.

-Goodbye, dear.

-You know there's a possibility

our Civic Improvement

League has overlooked.

-What's that?

-Persuading Dennis to move away.

Oh, what an improvement

that would be.

-Hi, fellas.

-Hi, Dennis.

-Hi, Dennis.

-What you got there?

-It's a washing machine

Miss Elkins gave us.

-We're going to sell

it to the junk man.

-And get rich.

-Does it still run?

-Sure, if you plug it in.

Miss Elkins got rid of it,

because she bought a new one.

-Tommy, I think

I've got an idea.

My folks always

get mad at me when

I come home with

my clothes dirty.

Do your folks do that too?

-I'll say they do.

-Mine too.

-Mine don't.

They just wallop me.

-Well, why don't we keep

this washing machine

instead of selling it.

We could have our

own laundry service.

-You mean wash

our clothes in it?

-Sure.

We could get as dirty as we

like, and then wash our clothes

and go home without

being in trouble.

-Hey, that's a keen idea.

-I'd rather stay

dirty and get rich.

-We can get rich too, Seymour.

We can charge other kids

for washing their clothes.

-And we could press them.

I know how.

My dad runs a tailor shop.

-I bet kids from all over

town would come to us.

-Not only this town, Tommy.

Kids get dirty in

other towns too.

-Yeah.

I know some really dirty

kids in Center City.

-So after we get our

laundry service going here,

we can open a

Center City branch.

-And then maybe one in Chicago.

-And one in Africa.

-We better skip Africa, Seymour.

The kids there don't

wear very much.

-Hey, let's start our first

laundry in our garage.

My dad's car's in the shop.

So we can have the whole place.

-Swell.

We're in business.

-We ought to have a

name for our business.

How about the

Boys' Hand Laundry?

-We're not going to wash

their hands, Scotty.

We're going to wash

their dirty clothes.

So we'll call it the

Dirty Clothes Laundry.

Come on.

Let's get started.

Hang these up, Scotty.

-Here you are, Dennis.

-Your t-shirt will

be ready soon, Gus.

OK, Tommy.

Put a dime in the cash register.

-You said it only cost a nickel.

-Yeah.

But if I know you, you'll get

it dirty again right away.

-And then you'll come back

for another nickel's worth.

-Besides, we got to get rich.

-So you might as

well pay in advance.

-OK.

-I think I'll go home and

get some of my own clothes

to wash, Tommy.

-Better not let

your mom catch you.

-Well, she doesn't

even know about these.

They were such a mess I

hid them under my bed.

-Well, it's a good thing

I got your tuxedo out.

There's a stain on the lapel.

-Good Heavens.

I haven't worn that

thing in years.

What kind of a stain is it?

-Well, I can't decide

between soup and gravy.

Well, you'll have to

call the cleaners.

-Oh, his service is so slow.

Couldn't you hustle

that down there for me?

-Oh, now dear, that's

clear out of my way.

I have a dental appointment.

Then I have to go to

the beauty parlor.

-Eloise, I'd do it myself, but

I have to work on my speech.

-Oh, all right, dear.

-Bless you.

Ah, let's see.

Fellow members of the

Civic Improvement League,

we are gathered

here this evening--

-Hi, Mrs. Wilson.

-Hello, dear.

-What you doing with

Mr. Wilson's tuxedo?

-I'm taking it to the

cleaners to get this spot off,

so he can wear it tonight.

-Can I take it for you?

Maybe if I do Mr.

Wilson a favor,

he'll play Parcheesi

with me later.

-You certainly can, Dennis.

You're saving my life.

-Oh, be sure and

tell the cleaner

to get it back as

fast as he can.

-OK, Mrs. Wilson.

-Good.

-Hi, Tommy.

Where's Scotty and Seymour?

-Ah, business got

kind of slow, so they

went out to find more customers.

Hey, what you got there?

-Mr. Wilson's suit that he's

going to wear to the big dinner

tonight.

I'm going to clean it for him.

-Boy, that's a big job.

-Oh, I don't mean wash it,

Tommy, just take off this spot.

It was supposed to

go to the cleaner,

but this will save

Mr. Wilson some money.

-Hey, Mom's got some

cleaning fluid in the house.

Let's go get it.

-Dennis was right.

I got it dirty again real fast.

-Well, take it off.

Hurry up.

-Remember, I already paid.

-OK.

This must be the

stuff Dennis brought.

-What's that thing?

-I don't know.

I just make money.

-Hi, Gus.

I knew you'd be back.

-Now, Tommy, we'll

take this stuff,

and-- where's Mr.

Wilson's tuxedo?

-What's a tuxedo?

-It's a fancy black suit.

If it's lost, he'll k*ll me.

-It's not lost.

It's in there.

-In the washer!

Jeepers, he'll k*ll me anyhow.

Mr. Wilson sure

can't wear this now.

Gee whiz, why did you put

it in the washer, Seymour?

-It was with your stuff.

-What are you going

to do now, Dennis?

-I could leave home.

Though Mr. Wilson

would follow me.

Hey, I know.

Dad's not going to

the dinner tonight.

He won't need his tuxedo.

-He'll give it to

Mr. Wilson, huh?

-I'll sneak it into

the house, and he'll

think the cleaner

brought his back.

-Boy, you got you

head on you, Dennis.

-Yeah, but if this

doesn't work, Mr. Wilson's

going to knock it off.

-You got into Mr.

Wilson's house OK?

-Yeah, nobody saw me.

I hung it up in his hall closet.

-Lucky you did.

This one's still leaking.

-I'll press it when it gets dry.

-Did you get your

mom's iron, Tommy?

-Yeah.

It's right over there.

-Did any new business arrive?

-Margaret gave us some

doll clothes to wash.

-Doll clothes?

Well, as long as she

pays, we'll wash them.

Come on, men.

Let's get back to work.

-Well, the cleaners

certainly gave you

quick service on your tuxedo.

-Yes.

I was a little surprised when

I found it in the closet.

He got the stain out, all

right, but it certainly

doesn't fit properly.

-Well, it does seem

a little snug on you.

-I can't understand it.

How could a suit shrink

just hanging in the closet?

-Oh, it didn't shrink, dear.

You expanded.

-Oh, well, maybe I have

put on a few pounds.

Well, I'll call

Gruskin, the tailor.

Have him pick it

up and alter it.

It just needs a little

letting out here and there.

-Shouldn't take long.

-Fortunately, he has my

measurements down at the store,

so I won't have

to go down there.

I can go on working

on my speech.

-Good.

I'll go fix your lunch, dear.

A nice plate of cottage cheese.

-Cottage cheese?

Eloise, I'm a meat

and potato man.

-Oh, I know, dear, but

the potatoes are showing.

-Boy, mom.

These hot dogs look swell.

Bet I could eat a dozen of them.

-I wouldn't be a bit surprised.

-Hi, honey.

Sorry, I'm a little late.

Oh, couldn't wait for me, huh?

-Not when there's hot dogs.

-Alice, I've got great news.

My boss couldn't use his

tickets for the dinner tonight.

So he gave them to us.

-Oh, Henry.

That's wonderful.

-I've got to go back down to the

office for a couple of hours,

but I'll be home in plenty

of time to slip into my tux.

ALICE (OFFSCREEN):

Oh, I'm so glad.

I just had it cleaned.

-Excuse me, Mom.

I'll see you later.

-Dennis, what's the matter?

You haven't touched your lunch.

-I just lost my appetite.

Jeepers, it's gone.

-Oh, hello, Dennis.

I didn't know you were here.

-Oh, hi, Mrs. Wilson.

I just came to see if Mr.

Wilson got his tux back

from the cleaners OK.

-Oh, it came back all right.

But Mr. Gruskin the

tailor has it now.

It needed to be made

a little larger.

DENNIS (OFFSCREEN): Well,

I guess I'll be going.

-I have some nice

chocolate cake.

Would you like a piece?

-No thanks, Mrs. Wilson.

I wasn't even in the

mood for hot dogs.

-Gosh.

You're really in

trouble now, Dennis.

-Well, I've got part

of it figured out.

-I can get Dad's

tux back to him.

-Yeah.

How?

-It's at your

dad's shop, Scotty.

And pretty soon

your delivery man

will take it back to

Mr. Wilson's house.

I'll wait outside and tell him

I'll take it in to Mr. Wilson.

-I get it.

Then you'll bring it

back to your house.

-I'll put it in the closet

before Dad knows it was gone.

But that leaves poor old

Mr. Wilson without anything

to wear.

-I pressed his tux that got wet.

But it doesn't look so good.

-Sure doesn't.

It looks smaller to me.

-I think the washing

machine shrunk it.

-Well, if Dad's was

too small for him,

I know this one won't fit him.

Mr. Wilson's got to

have a bigger tux.

-My dad's got a bigger tux.

-Is he going to

the dinner tonight?

-Nope.

-Swell.

Borrow it from him

and meet me and Tommy

at Mr. Wilson's place.

Scotty can stay here

and mind the laundry.

Let's go.

-Boy, it sure is lucky

Seymour could get this tux.

-Yeah.

I wish they'd hurry

up with Dad's tux

before he gets home

from the office.

-There he is.

There's the delivery man now.

-Oh boy, swell.

You guys stay out of sight.

I got to get that tuxedo

before Mr. Wilson sees it.

-Hi, Mr. Plagg.

-Hello, Dennis.

-You want me to take that

into Mr. Wilson for you?

-Yeah, if you don't mind.

I'm running late anyhow.

-Well, I don't mind.

I'm glad to do it.

-Thanks.

-A fella could get

k*lled around here.

That was a narrow escape.

-Boy, it sure was

a narrow escape.

Hi, Dad.

See you later.

-Oh brother, if he had

been one minute earlier.

-We're OK now though.

Now all I got to do is give

Seymour's tux to Mr. Wilson.

We're all set.

-And I was out front when the

tailor's delivery man came.

So here you are.

-Well, thank you, Dennis.

I'll see if fits now.

-I sure hope it does.

-Oh, I imagine it will.

All it needed was a little

letting out here and there.

That was all.

In with those.

Good heavens.

What the?

He's ruined my tuxedo.

-It sure is loose.

-I can't appear before

hundreds of people

tonight looking like this.

-No, sir.

You sure can't.

I'll see you later.

-Gruskin, what have

you done to my tuxedo?

You've ruined it.

You-- John Wilson

that's who this is.

This coat hangs on me

like a-- I don't have time

to come back for a fitting.

I'm working on a speech.

You come up here and fix it.

What?

Well, get here as

fast as you can.

OK.

-Boy, Seymour.

Your dad must be as

big as an elephant.

-He's not as tall

as an elephant.

He's just kind of wide.

-Well, I don't know

what we're going

to do about poor old Mr. Wilson.

Maybe we'll just have to give

his own tuxedo back to him.

Seymour, you go back to

laundry and help Scotty out.

-What are you going to do?

-Well, I think I'll

go in the house

and see if everything's

OK with dad.

-This thing's got

me kind of nervous.

-I'll go with you.

-Oh hi, Mr. Mitchell.

-Hi, Dad.

Trying on your tuxedo?

-Hi, fellas.

Will you look at

this darned thing?

-What's the matter with it?

-It's all stretched

out of shape.

It fits me like a sack.

-What do you suppose

happened to it?

-I don't know.

It was a cheap

tux to begin with.

I guess it just couldn't

take the cleaning.

Look at this coat.

Almost wraps around me.

I can't wear this silly thing.

-You'll have to wear it tonight.

Won't you?

Everybody's supposed to wear--

-I'm just not going to go.

Didn't care much

about it anyway.

We'll stay home.

-Our whole problem

is solved now, Tommy.

-Yeah.

If your dad's not going tonight.

-We can take this tux

back to Mr. Wilson.

It'll fit him perfect now.

-And the delivery man got

mixed up and left this tux

for Mr. Wilson

over at our house.

-By mistake.

-Well, thank goodness.

He was awfully upset about it.

-Want us to wait

while he tries it on?

-Oh no, we wouldn't

dare bother him.

He's shut himself

up in his bedroom

to finish writing his speech.

He won't even speak to me.

-We'll take that other

one back for you.

-Oh.

Thank you, boys.

-Bye, Mrs. Wilson.

-Bye, Mrs. Wilson.

-Bye, bye.

-Not go tonight.

Oh, Henry.

-Alice, I tried on my tuxedo.

-I bought a new dress

just for tonight.

It's beautiful.

Oh, Henry.

You'll be so proud of me.

-Honey, I'm always proud

of you, but Alice, my tux,

it just looks awful.

It's all stressed out of shape.

-Let's go back to

our laundry now

and give this back to Seymour.

Hey, would like some cookies?

-Yeah.

-Here hold this a minute.

-Well, yes.

It is pretty, honey.

But my tuxedo doesn't fit.

-Hey, Mom.

Me and Tommy are starving.

Can we have some cookies?

-Yes, help yourself, dear.

Oh, Henry, we'll have a

wonderful time at the dinner

tonight.

And don't worry

about your dinner

jacket I can make

it fit just fine.

-Well, it's awfully

loose, Alice.

-I'll put it on

the sewing machine,

and I'll take it in

wherever it needs it.

I'll tighten it up.

It'll look wonderful.

I promise.

-All right, honey.

We'll go.

-You go ahead and finish

your sandwich, honey.

I'll get the tux out after a

while and go to work on it.

-Give me the tux.

Quick, Tommy.

Dad's going tonight after all.

He's got to have a tuxedo.

-But wait.

He can't wear that tux.

It's as big as a house.

-It's the only one we got.

I got to hang it

up in the closet.

Quick.

-Boy.

If that guy don't

slow down, he's

going get himself an ulster.

-Well, it's in there.

It's in the closet.

It's the wrong tux, but

at least, it's a tux.

-You think it'll work?

-I don't know, Tommy.

Mom said she could tighten

Dad's up so it would fit him.

Maybe she can do

it with that one.

-Let's get back to

the laundry and see

if we're making any money.

-You go, Tommy.

I better stay here

and see what happens.

-Well, it looks like

that's all the laundry

business we're going

to do today, Seymour.

-My mom will flip when she

sees me come home clean.

-You're not home yet.

-You know what we'd better do.

We better take Mr. Wilson's tux

back to him like Dennis said.

-Yeah.

I guess so.

I sure hate to,

but it is his tux.

-Sure.

And anyhow, Dennis said to.

-Good evening,

ladies and gentlemen

of the Civic Improvement League.

We are gathered here

tonight to discuss ways--

[doorbell]

-Here's your tuxedo, Mr. Wilson.

-What?

-The other one is the wrong one.

-It belongs to my dad.

-Oh, so that's it.

Well, now this is beginning

to make some sense, Scotty.

Your dad sent over

the wrong tux.

I knew that thing

couldn't be mine.

It's big enough for an elephant.

-That's my dad.

-Well, I'll get that for you.

Here.

Well, I'll try

this on right now,

so-- oh, maybe you'd better wait

here and be sure that it fits.

I'll be right back.

Eloise, Eloise, Eloise, Eloise.

-Well, I don't believe it.

-Just look.

How could this happened?

-John, that can't be yours.

-It must be mine.

Gruskin sent his boy

Scotty over here with it.

I better get him on the phone.

-Scotty Gruskin,

the tailor's son?

-Yes.

Yes.

He just brought it

over a few minutes ago.

-No.

No, dear.

Dennis brought yours.

I hung it up myself.

-Dennis?

-Yes, dear.

About half an hour ago.

You were upstairs

writing your speech.

Dennis said it was your tux,

so I gave him the other one.

Where are you going?

-Next door.

If Dennis Mitchell

is mixed up in this,

no wonder things are fouled up.

[doorbell]

-I'll get it, dear.

Oh, hello, Mr. Wil-- what?

-Alice, I've been having

trouble with my tuxedo all day.

And I--

-You're having trouble.

-What happened your tux, Henry?

-Well, what happened to yours?

-Oh, I wish I had a camera.

-Well, I came over here to

find out what happened to mine,

and I think I know

who can tell us.

-Are you thinking of the

same person I'm thinking of?

He's upstairs.

-(TOGETHER) Dennis!

-Yes, Dad.

-Come down here, son.

Dennis.

-Dad, I think there's something

I better tell you first.

-Yes, I think there is.

Now, let's have it

from the beginning.

-Well, you see, I wanted to

play Parcheesi with Mr. Wilson

this morning, but

he was too busy.

So us kids decided

to start a laundry

business in Tommy's garage.

-John should be dressed by now.

I hope he isn't having

trouble with this tux.

-Boy, Mrs. Wilson, you and

Mom just look beautiful.

-Ah, well, thank you, dear.

-And how about your dad?

Doesn't he look handsome?

-He sure does.

You look just like my

favorite movie star, Dad.

-Well, good.

Who's that?

Rock Hudson?

-Heck no.

Pete the Penguin.

He's in cartoons.

And he's got a black and

white suite just like yours.

-It must have been a

lot of work getting

that suit to fit Henry again.

-Oh, it wasn't too bad.

I just took it in

in all the places

the tailor let it

out for Mr. Wilson.

-I bet Mr. Wilson looks swell.

-No thanks to you, son.

I wanted to pay John

for that ruined tux.

Take it out of Denni's

allowance for the next years,

but he wouldn't allow it.

-Of course not.

It was an old tux anyway.

-Well, at least, he let

me pay for the rental

of the one he's wearing.

-He was certainly lucky to find

one at : in the afternoon.

-It was the last one they had.

Well, I hope this is--

oh, here he comes.

-Well, Johnny, you look fine.

Does it fit all right?

-Well, not bad, Henry.

A little snug around

the southern hemisphere,

but I'll make out all right.

-Ah, you'll be the

hit of the evening.

Excuse me.

-I certainly worked

hard on that speech.

I hope to impress them with it.

-Oh, I'm sure you will.

-Say your speech before

you go, Mr. Wilson.

Will you?

Say your speech.

-Oh, Dennis.

You wouldn't want to hear that.

-Well, I won't be there tonight,

and I'd love to hear it.

Please.

-Well, I would like to try the

ending on you and Alice, Henry.

-Oh please do.

We'd love to hear it.

-Come on, John.

-Well, all right.

It goes something like this.

And so my fellow members of the

Civic Improvement League, we

must all work together

in one common cause

to make our city beautiful.

And remember, to

paraphrase the poet,

civic beauty is a joy forever.

I thank you.

-Oh boy.

Swell.

Take a bow, Mr. Wilson.

Take a bow.

-Oh no.

Great Christ.

-Jeepers.

Right down the middle.

-Eloise, what am I going to do?

I can't appear in public

with my trousers ripped.

Just look.

Well, don't look.

-Mr. Wilson, this was my fault.

You just got to make

that speech tonight.

So I'm going to loan

you a pair of pants.

-Oh, Dennis.

They wouldn't fit.

-Not mine, Mr. Wilson.

Dad's.

-Of course.

I could let them out for you.

It wouldn't take long.

-Oh no.

I won't take the pants

right off your husband.

I mean I don't want to

keep him from going.

-It's the only

thing to do, John.

I didn't care about

that dinner anyway.

You can go with them, honey.

-Oh, well, that's very

generous of you, Henry.

-You sure you don't mind, Henry?

-Well, Dad won't mind.

He'll have a swell time tonight.

-I will?

-Yeah, you and me can play

about games of Parcheesi.