DAGWOOD: Uh-uh, uh-uh.
Don't touch that dial.
Blondie!
[♪♪♪]
-BLONDIE: Dagwood Bumstead.
-[GASPS]
Coming, Mr. Dithers. Huh?
Oh, coming, Blondie.
[GROANS] Huh?
"Don't put your foot in it.
Remember anniversary."
Oh, yes.
My reminder system. Yeah.
"Don't be a baby brain.
Don't forget A-day." [CHUCKLES]
Yeah. Oh, boy,
am I on the ball this year?
[DOGS BARKING]
Well, good morning.
-Happy anniversary, Mom.
-Happy anniversary, Mom.
You remembered.
Gosh, nobody could forget
your anniversary, Mom.
-Oh, boy. Cinnamon buns.
-And eggs. The eggs first.
-Happy anniversary, Blondie.
-Why thank you, Herb.
Well, I didn't expect
to see you until dinner.
Well, I thought I'd remind
our anniversary boy
that we're golfing today.
Hey, you cut this rose out
of our garden.
Well, never mind.
It's the thought that counts.
Alexander, would you see
if Daddy's had a shower?
-Sure, Mom.
-Hey.
He's had it, Mom.
The hot water is cold.
Well, I guess I better give
Daddy's last call again.
-Would you mind?
-Oh, no.
I come from a long line
of oatmeal stirs.
No cinnamon buns
until you've had your eggs.
Yes, cinnamon buns
are wonderful,
but they're too starchy
for you, kids.
What you need is proteins
and carbohydrates.
Energy-building foods that make
you grow strong and tall.
Dagwood,
do you know what time it is?
Sure, Blondie. [CHUCKLES]
I even know what day it is.
What day is it?
Saturday. [LAUGHS]
The master should be down
any hour now.
Well, I can't wait.
Tell him, I'll pick him up
around lunchtime, huh?
-Needs salt.
-Thank you.
Toodaloo.
-Finished, children?
-Yeah.
-How were the cinnamon buns?
-We wouldn't know.
-What happened to them?
-They're gone with the wind bag.
You know, happy anniversary,
Blondie. [LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY]
Run along outside and play,
children.
[♪♪♪]
DAGWOOD: Coming, Blondie.
Good morning. Good morning.
-Is that all?
-Uh-huh?
-Just good morning?
-Oh, good morning, dear.
[SIGHS] I guess,
I'll have to give you a hint.
Hmm.
Suppose I told you
that Mr. Dithers is coming
-for dinner tonight.
-Oh, please Blondie.
-Not while I'm eating.
-But why is he coming
-for dinner tonight?
-Oh, because you're really
a good cook, because it's free,
and because
it's our anniversary.
Happy Anniversary, Blondie.
See, I remembered
your anniversary, didn't I?
Yes, dear, without any help.
Well, there's a first time
for everything.
Gee, they've been
wonderful years, Blondie.
I know. We've had a lot of fun.
And a lot of problems,
but they're mostly interesting
ones. [CHUCKLES SOFTLY]
Like Alexander and Cookie.
Yeah. You know,
there'll come a time.
Time? Oh.
Will I ever get time
to finish my oatmeal?
Alexander, Cookie,
Daddy's leaving. Open the door.
Goodbye, Blondie.
-[DOG BARKING]
-[SIGHS]
Here.
I know. It needs salt.
Oh, that Bumstead.
I know he's going to be late.
Ten, nine, eight,
seven, six, five,
four, three, two, one...
-Good morning, Mr. Dithers.
-...zero. You're late.
-Oh, not by the office clock.
-Hmm.
-I must be running fast.
-Hmm. [CHUCKLES]
Running fast at your age,
Mr. Dithers?
[SCOFFS] You better watch it.
Oh, that's a pretty good joke.
Running fast watching. [LAUGHS]
Will you stop that hackling
and get off the mess?
We have work to do.
We're in the squeeze on that job
for Mr. Benton.
And I'll have to have
the figures by five o'clock
Yes, but it's... it's my wedding
anniversary,
and I was going to play
a little golf.
Happy anniversary.
And get me with those figures.
-Oh, by the way, come here.
-Huh?
From the Dithers family.
Cora asked me to give it to you.
Oh, you didn't have to do this,
Mr. Dithers.
You could have brought it
along with you tonight.
-Oh, and Dagwood.
-Huh?
-About tonight.
-Mm-hmm.
You see, Mr. Benton
flew in unexpectedly.
-Mm-hmm.
-And he insists that I have
-dinner with him at the hotel.
-Mm-hmm.
I want to set up
this important deal,
so I'm afraid we can't come
to your house tonight.
-Oh, that's too bad.
-Oh, stop grinning.
-And get me these figures.
-Oh, yes, sir.
-Oh, Bumstead.
-Huh?
-You forgot your present.
-Oh, oh, yes. Here.
Thank you.
-Oh, Bumstead.
-Huh? Oh.
-The Benton figures.
-Yes.
Bumstead.
Stop playing yo-yo with me.
Blondie, I'm home.
BLONDIE:
I'm in the kitchen, dear.
Present for you, Blondie.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, Dagwood,
you shouldn't have done it.
I didn't done it.
It's from the Dithers, it is.
[CHUCKLES]
It's from Willoughby's.
Oh, open it up.
Oh. [CHUCKLES]
"Get out of the kitchen,
get out of the nursery,
and live it up
on your anniversary." [SCOFFS]
Fat chance department.
I'll be cooking all day.
You better open it
on the floor, dear.
Oh, okay.
"I searched the town for this,
it's the only one of its kind."
"Love, Cora."
I can't wait to see what it is.
[CHUCKLES]
Beautiful. What is it?
-Oh, it's a lamp.
-It is?
Yeah. And it looks like it was
designed by Boris Karloff.
-I was gonna say Peter Lorre.
-She probably won it
at the amusement park
pitching baseballs.
-Hey, Pop.
-I just won't have it
in my living room.
It'll spoil the whole room
and my disposition.
-Mm-hmm.
-Oh, I hate it.
It's another crisis.
Dagwood, what do we do?
Well, we could
give it to somebody.
Who do we hate? [LAUGHS]
I'll have to set it out here
for tonight.
Cora would never forgive me
if I didn't.
Oh. Cora won't be here.
The Dithers aren't coming.
[CHUCKLES] They're not?
No, they're having dinner
with Mr. Benton.
Oh, but they'll be here
sometime.
Yeah, by then we can tell her
the dogs broke it.
Give them the credit.
-BLONDIE: Right.
-[DOGS WHINING]
Well, you know what I'll do?
I'll take this thing back
to Willoughby's
and get a refund.
And then we can get something
we both can use.
-Yeah.
-Like a new hat.
-Yeah. Huh?
-Sit down, dear,
-I'll fix your lunch.
-Oh no, I haven't time.
I gotta get right back
to the office.
I've got a sandwich
in the freezer
I made for emergency.
I'll take it along with me.
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, boy. [CHUCKLES]
-[DOG GROWLING]
-Come on. Come on.
-Scram out of here.
-[DOG BARKING]
You'll have to hurry
if you're going to go
-to Willoughby's first.
-Oh, I know it.
Yeah. Okay. Yeah.
Oh, oh, excuse me.
You're interested
in these lamps, perhaps?
Oh, oh, yes, I am.
-They're very lovely.
-Lovely if you happen to have
a taste for horrible lamps.
Yeah, I think you ought to be
ashamed of yourself
selling these kind of lamps
at Willoughby's.
Then you do not want
to buy one?
Oh, no, I want to return one.
-I should have known.
-Mm-hmm.
The Fenster Wall...
Huh?
Our buyer,
Mr. Mervyn K. Fenster Wall.
-Uh-huh.
-Wonderful man, wonderful taste.
But every once in a while...
[GRUNTS]
Oh, those are my sentiments
exactly.
They return
to us like boomerangs.
We don't know
what to do with them.
I know what you can do
with them.
-I bet?
-Yeah, you could give them
to your friends that you got
a grudge against. [LAUGHS]
Do not laugh, sir. Do not laugh.
-No?
-That's a wonderful idea.
Thank you.
Do you wish to have a credit?
-Mm-hmm.
-Oh, my dear.
DAGWOOD: Huh?
-MAN: Did you see that?
-What?
And that. For goodness sake,
do something.
It's still your lamp.
Daisy. [LAUGHS] That's Daisy.
-Daisy.
-Uh-huh.
[DOGS BARKING]
Go away. Go on. Get out of here.
Good on. Scat. Shoo.
Go on. Scat.
[TELEPHONE RINGS]
Hello?
Oh, hello, Blondie.
This is Cora. Happy anniversary.
-Cora, how nice of you to call.
-CORA: I just have to know.
Did Dagwood bring
the lamp home yet?
[SIGHS] Yes, he brought it home.
Well, I know I shouldn't say it.
But isn't it stunning?
Well, it certainly stunned me.
Oh, it's so perfect
for your living room.
-I can't wait to see it tonight.
-Tonight?
Well, naturally,
when we come to dinner.
-But Mr. Dithers said--
-Oh, ignore what Julius says.
I always do. [LAUGHS]
Don't worry, Blondie.
We'll see you tonight.
Many happy returns.
Happy returns. [GASPS] Returns?
I've got to get that lamp
back from Willoughby's.
MR. DITHERS: Yes, Cora, dear.
Just as you say, dear.
Yes, dear.
Of course, dear.
Yes, I will, dear. Yes, dear.
Order giver. Oh, Dagwood.
Bumstead!
Oh, no, it couldn't be.
You know, I could have sworn
that you were carrying...
You are.
But now don't worry,
Mr. Dithers.
She won't cause any trouble.
There, Daisy.
Oh, no, oh, no. No!
Bumstead, get this beast off me.
-DAGWOOD: Uh-oh.
-Oh.
Daisy loves you, Mr. Dithers.
She loves me more
than as absolutely necessary.
Now, get her out of here.
Oh, I... I... I...
better get back to work
if you want those Benton figures
for tonight.
Oh, that reminds me.
Just a minute, my boy.
-Huh?
-About tonight,
-I have good news for you.
-Oh, but you've already told me
you couldn't be
at the dinner tonight.
Well, as a matter of fact,
I've changed my mind.
Oh, you can't do that,
Mr. Dithers.
You uninvited yourself
and Blondie is not prepared.
No, Blondie's smart.
She can manage.
-Not without a Fenster Wall.
-Fenster Wall? Who's he?
Oh, yeah, well, I've got to get
right back over to Willoughby's.
Willoughby's? What for?
Well, that's where
the Fenster Wall is.
Fenster Wall, Willoughby's,
dogs attacking me.
Bumstead,
I've had enough of this.
Now get back and finish
those Benton figures.
Yes, but if you're not going
to have dinner
-with Mr. Benton tonight...
-I am meeting him first thing
-tomorrow morning.
-Uh-huh.
Now, stop encouraging my ulcer
and get back to work.
Oh, yes, sir. Oh.
Dagwood,
I'd love to help you out,
if I'd only gotten
your message earlier.
Did you call Blondie?
Look Herb,
I call the house twice.
And she's not there.
Honest, Herb, I'm in a jam.
Look, can't you get over
to Willoughby's for me, huh?
I don't see how I can.
Willoughby's closes
at five o'clock sharp.
And I've still got
nine holes of golf to play.
And besides, I wouldn't know
what kind of a lamp to look for.
Look, it's easy, Herb.
All you have to ask for is...
is Fenster Walls Folly.
Did you say Fenster Walls Folly?
Yeah, that sounds like it.
Now, can't you get over there
-for me, Herb, huh?
-I don't see how.
Right after the game,
I got to go home
and get dressed.
I'm going to an anniversary
party tonight. [LAUGHS]
You know, old pal, old pal,
old pal.
Yeah. I know, old pal, old pal,
pal, pal.
Yeah, all right.
I'll see you tonight.
Oh. All right, all right.
Well, maybe we can get out
of here at quarter to 5:00.
That gives us over an hour.
Now, look, Daisy,
you just behave yourself
because I've got a lot
of thinking to do.
Hmm...
That's something new,
an ice cube sandwich.
I better let it melt
a little bit.
Yeah, now, hold tight, Daisy.
Watch yourself now.
Thank you. Thank you, Daisy.
Well, Dagwood,
I think I'd run along.
Cora wants me home early
to dress.
You know, we're going to
an anniversary dinner tonight.
Oh, and don't worry
if you're delayed,
we start without you.
[♪♪♪]
Oh, I'm sorry, Daisy.
Yeah. That's it. All done.
It's still frozen.
Look, Daisy, we got ten minutes.
We can still make it.
[GLASS BREAKS]
Let's go ahead, Daisy.
You have made up your minds,
ladies? Yes, no?
Do you want them? No?
Oh, look, I gotta get one.
Oh, I'm sorry.
It's not my turn.
They were here first.
They were here
when we laid the foundations.
I want to thank you, sir,
for your wonderful suggestion.
-We're almost sold out of lamps.
-Oh, no.
Oh, yes.
I'm putting an order for more.
-Oh.
-Yes. There seems to be
quite a little hostility
in our little community.
I even raised the price of it.
Yeah. Well,
I gotta get one for my wife.
Oh, of course... If you just
want to stir up a little fight.
So you can have the fun
of making up afterwards.
[CHUCKLES] Yeah. Well,
never mind about wrapping it,
and here's the sales slip.
Thank you.
Anything for you, sir.
Oh. Excuse me.
Oh, my poor little Daisy.
Did he forget you, honey?
-Yes. You come here my dog.
-Hey, Daisy, come on.
Come on. Come on.
[♪♪♪]
Alexander.
-Yeah, Cookie?
-It's still there.
-What's where?
-That awful lamp.
And Mom said it spoiled
the whole room.
I thought she was going
to get rid of it.
She must have been too busy.
I'll take care of it.
But what are we going to get
for Mom?
Well...
I just had to prepare you
for the shop,
before you came over
for dinner tonight.
There's the body.
[GROANS]
-Makes me sick.
-I know the feeling.
And if I don't like it,
it must be pretty bad
because I have terrible taste.
Well, don't say anything
about it to Cora
when she comes over.
You know how she is.
Yeah. Well, I better get home.
Herb will be puffing along
any minute.
[♪♪♪]
Hey, Blondie, come in here.
I wanna show you something.
I can't now, dear.
I'm fixing the punch.
You better hurry
and get cleaned up.
-They'll be here in a minute.
-Oh, my. Yeah.
-Hi, sweetie.
-COOKIE: Hi, Daddy.
[♪♪♪]
Dagwood.
Dagwood, would you come down
and taste the punch?
DAGWOOD:
I'd be right down, dear.
Cookie?
[FOOTSTEPS THUMPING]
-ALEXANDER: Hey, Pop.
-Yeah, just a minute, Alexander.
-Try this.
-Oh.
Wait.
Wonderful.
I am now awarding you
the Dagwood Bumstead
seal of approval.
-[LAUGHS] Oh, Dagwood.
-Oh, I'm sorry.
Now, come out
on in the living room.
-I want to show you something.
-Okay.
There.
-[LAUGHS] Regarding El Lampo.
-The lamp.
Well, if you want
to speak English, you...
-Hey. I just put it there.
-You mean, I just put it there.
Well, it's your lamp
if that's what you mean.
What we both mean
is that it's gone.
Yeah, well, you look for it.
I got to finish getting dressed.
Isn't anybody going
to thank me?
-Did you take that lamp?
-Yes, Mommy,
you said it'll spoil the room.
Well, you go get it
from wherever you put it
and bring it back here.
Do you understand?
-No. But I'll do it.
-[SIGHS] Honestly.
COOKIE: Alexander, now they want
the lamp back again.
-They do?
-Yeah. I don't get it.
Adults. [SCOFFS]
Hmm. He's right.
It is wonderful.
Hey. There's two of them.
Spooky, isn't it?
-They're like rabbits.
-Yeah.
Come on. Let's get out
of here before the adults
-change their minds again.
-Yeah.
[DOOR SLAMS]
[SIGHS] Well,
we're ready for them, dear.
-Good.
-The punch.
-Uh-huh.
-The lamp.
I'm glad they got it back
in time.
Huh?
-There's two of them.
-There's two of them.
-Then you got...
-So did I...
[DOORBELL RINGS]
-The Dithers.
-Yeah. Well, look,
I'll get rid one of them
and you answer the door.
Oh, okay.
[DOORBELL RINGS]
-Cora.
-Hey, Blondie, darling.
Happy anniversary.
Good to see you.
Oh, break it up.
Two cakes forcing each other.
-Julius.
-Hmm?
Are we too soon?
BLONDIE: Not anymore. [CHUCKLES]
-Julius.
-Huh?
-Oh, Happy anniversary, Blondie.
-Thank you, Mr. Dithers.
-Oh, hi, Mrs. Dithers.
-Oh, Happy anniversary, Dagwood.
-Hi, Mr. Dithers.
-Hello, Dagwood.
-Let me take your things.
-Oh, thank you.
-Thank you.
-Well, oh,
I couldn't wait to get here.
I'm dying to see
where you put the lamp.
-[DOORBELL RINGS]
-Huh? Oh.
Happy anniversary, Dagwood.
Hi, Harriet. [CHUCKLES]
Here, let me take your wrap.
-Happy Fenster Wall.
-[GASPS]
Where did you get this?
I found it outside
out of the window
-in the side yard.
-Well, I gotta get rid of it.
-Get rid of it?
-Yeah.
Not with my wife's wrap,
you won't.
BLONDIE:
Oh, Harriet, you look wonderful.
-HARRIET: I know. Thank you.
-Punch?
-Mm-hmm.
-You know, as I was saying,
Blondie, about the lamp,
it's the only one of its kind.
So it should be quite
a conversation piece.
Oh, it already has been.
Well, don't keep me in suspense.
Where is the lamp?
-There.
-Here.
[♪♪♪]
Oh. Huh?
Where did you get this?
A pull.
A friend of mine got me
in the Willoughby's after hours.
And I sneaked in here
and put it on that table.
-And now--
-I thought there was only
-one of them.
-Obviously, there's two.
Three.
What is this? An epidemic?
Blondie, I don't understand.
-Well, you see...
-Well, you see,
they were so happy
about your lamp.
-My lamp?
-Yes, so they went out
and bought two more
just like it.
-Yeah.
-Don't be ridiculous.
Why, I would never pick out
an atrocity like that.
-Of course not.
-You wouldn't?
Blondie, you don't think that,
that thing
-is typical of my taste.
-Huh?
Well, you see, I knew that you--
Well, there are some things
that-- Well, I thought, I mean,
I didn't think that
you can see how baffled I was.
They sent the wrong lamp.
I'll certainly talk
to Willoughby's about this.
I have a very dear friend there
and he has wonderful taste.
-DAGWOOD: Who's that?
-Mervyn Kay Fenster Wall.
-Oh, Cora, I'm so relieved.
-Yeah, me, too.
-I would never pick it.
-Come on, everybody,
let's celebrate.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
-Herb.
-Huh?
-Here.
-Uh, Dagwood.
-Huh?
-Here.
Oh.
Daisy, here.
[DAISY BARKS]
[LAUGHS]
Well, I propose a toast.
Here's to the Bumsteads.
They are the most, uh,
the most...
Uh-huh.
Well, anyway.
Here's to the Bumsteads.
-Happy anniversary.
-Happy anniversary.
-Many happy returns.
-Happy anniversary, Mommy.
Happy anniversary
from both of us.
Oh, they're lovely, children.
Where did you get them?
Hey, those were out
of my garden.
Well, like you said,
Mr. Woodley,
it's the thought that counts.
It won't be long now.
Dinner will be ready
in about ten minutes.
Oh, good.
Sit down and take it easy, J.C.
Here, why don't you sit
in Dagwood's chair?
-Yeah.
-Thank you very much.
I think you'll find it
the most comfortable.
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES]
Bumstead.
What kind of joke is this?
Well, it's not a joke,
Mr. Dithers.
-It's my reminder system.
-Well, it reminded me all right.
Well, happy anniversary,
Blondie.
-Oh, thank you.
-And here's your present, dear.
Just what I got last year.
[CHUCKLES]
[♪♪♪]