04x32 - Tuxedo Trouble
Posted: 11/13/23 06:44
-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.
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.