05x31 - tr*mp and the Prince

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My Three Sons Starring Fred MacMurray And
as Uncle Charley, William Demarest.

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He's staying on, he's staying Hey, that's me Come on, Wilson,
come on, boy Watch out See how long Wilson's staying on?

Well, that's because tr*mp was so steady
He didn't move a single muscle Wilson's

got the best balance of any dog ever Heck,
tr*mp didn't even blink He's the stillest

dog there is I'm glad our dogs like us I know we're
best friends Because we have so much in common tr*mp!

Woohoo!

tr*mp, get out of here!

tr*mp?

What's going on in this part of town?

Hey!

tr*mp!

Alright.

Here.

Just because of a little cat.

Chicken dog.

He's not chicken.

He's just afraid of a few things, like cats.

Hey, look, he has tramps.

Shut up.

Where'd you find him?

He was chicken.

Here, open the door.

Get him out.

Come on, we're worried.

Oh.

Come on.

Hort's house, and there was tr*mp roaming the streets.

He was all the way over on the other side
of death the way he was acting.

It's his cat.

Do you know the d*ck Dorward's house must be five miles?

Miles?

In ten, Chip.

He's off.

I don't want this.

I don't want this.

Oh, I can't think.

He must be somewhere.

There he.

Oh, a dog running away.

Come along now, folks.

We're going home.

Come along.

Oh, dead.

I was worried.

There you were.

Worrying.

Well, come on.

Come on.

What's this in your chair?

He dined while he was out.

Don't be so silly.

He always wants his dinner.

Come on, Prince.

Up.

Dinner.

A steak.

All right, you guys.

I say get your chow now or there isn't going to be any.

Curse Uncle Charley.

Uncle Charley.

Sorry, Uncle Charley.

I had the door shut.

I was working on some blueprints.

All right, all right.

You see about it.

tr*mp.

tr*mp.

Dad, look.

tr*mp.

Is this some new trick you taught him or something?

I don't understand.

Come on, tr*mp.

What's the matter with you?

tr*mp, no, no.

Well, hi, Mike.

I'm looking for the blanket off my bed.

Well, as a matter of fact, I've got it.

As a matter of fact, so am I.

What are they doing in the living room?

Pushing me out of bed.

How did our blankets get down?

This is downstairs, and I went to the beds if you want.

Oh, thanks very much.

Downstairs.

Well, you take them out and lock them on
the back porch until I find out what's going on.

Here it's you.

That's smart.

Funny, swiping a guy's blankets.

Very funny.

Wrong.

Just.

Now they're mad at me, and they say
tr*mp's my responsibility.

I get the same treatment, Chip.

Chip, he's your dog when he's bad, and he's
theirs when he's winning ribbons or something.

Gosh!

Huh.

I ask you.

Okay.

Come on.

tr*mp do this?

Good.

I'll tell you one thing, Mac.

This ship just ain't big a dog in me.

Someone's bound, and it's not going to be old Charlie.

All right, Chip, turn on that water.

Come on.

I think it's all I got.

Turn it off!

Turn it off!

Turn it off!

Turn it off!

Turn it off!

Now, you listen to me.

First, you're going to get that dog's cute hose patched up.

Then you're going to wash down this dog-ruined driveway.

And after you do all that, you can start
replanting these dog-wrecked flowers.

And when I get out of these wet clothes,
I'll give you a hand.

And I'll give that dog a foot.

He really is mad.

Well, I guess tr*mp's my dog today.

Good luck.

Yeah.

Here we go.

There.

Finished two days ahead of time.

What?

Practically my entire psych term paper.

Now all I have to do is that chart on
mean, median, and mode, and that's it.

Boy, will Mrs. Cannon be surprised?

In fact, maybe I better save it so the
shop won't be too great.

Yeah?

Uncle Charley said that this house wasn't big.

Well, you can see his point, Chip.

If we have to make a choice, tr*mp's not
much on cooking and ironing and stuff.

It's all right.

He's just getting lost and everything.

He'll be all right.

I wouldn't worry if I were you, Mrs. Briggs.

Prince is probably just tired.

Running so far away from home and being lost for so long.

He'll be all right.

He wouldn't eat his dinner at the table.

He refuses to get in his own bed at night.

And when the neighbors go out, he won't even bark at them.

He wasn't even the same dog.

So kind of wild and snarling.

But he's so quiet.

Tame.

He's so wild.

He digs up the yard.

Chase.

He doesn't dig up the yard.

Or Chase can.

Or Mrs. Briggs.

Maybe he's too young to grow old.

Something's got to.

Oh, no.

Or anybody's.

I'm glad to help you.

Oh, man's best friend is a friend.

tr*mp must have sort of chewed it up or something.

Oh, boy.

Boy, your Uncle Charley's not going to like that.

Yeah.

I'd better tell him I used it as a tent
and accidentally tore it.

Well, good old that dude.

He'll still be sore at you.

Yeah.

But if I tear a sheet, my dad won't let
anybody give me away, even if they are angry.

At least I don't think so.

Hey, Chip, tr*mp's picking on Wilson.

No, he's not.

Wilson's his friend.

He's just playing with him.

Oh, yeah?

If you call that playing, I sure hate to
be around when he gets mad.

Hey, now he's picking on me.

tr*mp, stop!

Stop it, tr*mp!

Stop!

Boy, tr*mp, you gotta quit wrecking everything.

Heck, I don't mind taking the blame,
but I don't think we're fooling anybody.

And they're getting really sore at you.

Well, heck, they're gonna forget all the
good stuff you've done.

Just remember the bath.

You won't be able to stay here anymore.

Now that you've chased Ernie out of here,
you're the only friend I got left.

Good night.

Chip, will you look at this sweater?

That dog chewed it up.

The whole sleeve.

Chip, do you realize what I'm holding in my hands?

Well, this is this wallpaper.

I finished it two days early, just in the pieces.

The same sweater that Sally knit for my birthday Eve.

Well, I sewed up something.

I spent two minutes to the day after the moon.

Oh, no.

You can have it.

Oh, wait till Sally sees my sweater.

What about my... tr*mp again, huh?

Look what he did to my charm.

Calm down and stop yelling at Chip.

But that's my report.

And my sweater.

Right, Rob.

Chip, why don't you take tr*mp out and
lock him in the garage, huh?

Come on, Chip.

Boy, any kid who can't control his dog shouldn't have one.

Rob, that's enough.

I've heard all I want to hear about tr*mp being Chip's dog.

He's not just Chip's dog.

If you'll remember, we all decided to take him in.

He belongs to all of us.

The only difference between Chip and the
rest of us is that Chip takes care of the dog.

He spends more time with him than we do.

Maybe he loves him even more than we do.

The thing is, Chip will be hit the hardest
if we have to get rid of the dog.

Get rid of him?

Gee, do you think we'll have to?

I don't know, but there's something wrong.

He's just not the same dog.

Night, tr*mp.

I was just locking tr*mp in the garage
like you told me, Dad.

Yeah.

Chip, I just want you to know that
nobody's blaming you for any of this.

I tried to stop him from doing those things, Dad.

I'm sure you did.

And I'm sure that tr*mp doesn't mean to do
the things he does.

He doesn't, Dad.

Chip, I'm afraid maybe, uh, maybe tr*mp's a sick dog.

Sick?

He's never acted like this before, has he?

No.

So I think we'd better take him down to the
vet and have him checked over, don't you?

I guess so.

What if he is sick, Dad?

Well, then the doctor will try to make him well.

What if he can't?

Well, we'll have to cross that bridge when
we come to it, won't we?

He's just got to be all right, Dad.

He's just got to be.

I hope Prince will be better today.

I'm sure he will be, madam.

Oh, isn't he sweet, Puck?

Yes, indeed he is, madam.

Oh, you're nice, too.

Yes, madam.

That's adorable.

Here it is, roommate.

But I don't see Dr. Davis.

I guess we'd better wait here, though, huh?

He really thinks he knows what's wrong with tr*mp, I bet.

Well, that's what he said when he called, Mike.

Is that your dog, ma'am?

Oh, the home dog here.

Yes, ma'am.

He's just a mutt.

Isn't he, Pots?

Oh, I hope the book wouldn't be the prince.

We had his grandmother and his mother
before him, and then Prince and his father.

Till that little rascal wandered off.

Oh, I don't know Prince, his father.

tr*mp just sort of wandered in on us one
day, made himself part of the family.

Oh, how nice.

Hi.

Oh, hello, Ernie.

Hi, Ernie.

Chip, Ernie's here.

Excuse me.

Okay.

Well, aren't you going to say hello to Ernie?

I can't, he's mad at me.

Well, I think you'd better say hello to him anyway, Ernie.

My death is I have to say hello.

Hello.

Hello.

How come you're here?

Wilson's sick or something?

No.

I saw Robbie this morning, and he told me
tr*mp was getting tested.

So I got sorry about how I was mad at him yesterday.

I mean, it wasn't his fault he was chasing
me if he was sick.

So, I don't know.

Oh, well, hi.

Hello, Mr. Douglas.

Oh, hello, Dr. Davis.

Hi, Doc.

What did you find out about tr*mp?

Oh, I have the results right here.

Well, there you are, Mrs. Briggs.

Hello, Doctor.

The dog's eye treater in the next room.

Section B.

How is Prince?

Oh, he's fine.

All right.

But there must be something wrong.

Oh, but there isn't, Mrs. Briggs.

Lungs are clear, lymph glands and tonsils, no sign
of an infection, and no abnormality of the abdomen.

Eyes are clear and bright, hair coat
glossy, heart sound and pulse rate normal.

In other words, tr*mp is the perfect
picture of physical health.

I stress physical because you certainly
have an aggressive dog.

To say the least.

Well, he didn't used to be.

Well, who knows why those things happen.

Personality changes, maybe some glandular
disturbances not easily, maybe some hereditary defects.

So then he didn't fix them so he's like he was before?

I'm sorry, young man.

What you have is a very belligerent dog.

But didn't he seem tired?

Oh, not at all, not at all, Mrs. Briggs.

He's just a very friendly dog.

But he's never been past it before.

Mrs. Briggs, look!

Oh, oh, isn't that wonderful?

He's growling, showing his teeth.

I swear I'd put him in there next.

Well, he certainly knows who he belongs to, doesn't he?

Ouch, he bit me.

Good old Briggs.

He's back to his dear, sweet self again.

Hey, Douglas, stop that.

You're bossing him.

Oh, Mrs. Briggs, I, I, I... Come on, Prince.

Let's go home and dig up some durian.

Dear, thank you, Sean.

I'll try and let him if I can try.

Oh, thank you, Dr. Sainz.

But, Mrs. Briggs...

Now, here's a dose condition like this in the house.

Perhaps a... Now, we've kept him here because of...

He's gone.

Gone?

Where could he have gone?

Oh, doctor.

Well, I don't know.

I don't... Look, I put this dog in 43 myself.

tr*mp!

Hey, you guys!

Doctor!

He's in here!

I don't know what he's doing in here.

These are Dr. Burke's patients.

Oh, tr*mp.

You're in the wrong cage.

We're going to take you back to 43.

Uh, folks, please now.

Uh, brace yourselves.

As I told you, he's a little belligerent.

Come on, tr*mp, give me a kiss.

Come on.

Come on.

Hey, look, you guys.

Good heavens.

I don't understand.

He snapped at me.

He's acting like his old self again, isn't he?

Well, how about that?

Good old tr*mp.

Completely.

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