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No, Nancy, I'm sorry. I can't. No.

No, I can't do any socializing for about ten days.

Well, I've got these Brazilian specifications to finish up, and as soon

contract is signed, I'll make it up to you. Huh?

That's a promise.

Yeah, but... Bye.

Well! Hi!

Hi! You home so soon?

Oh, yeah, me.

I think we must have set a new record for the distance.

How was school?

Not always.

Except we had art. We drew trees and flowers.

Miss Evans gave us stars.

Ah. Well, that's very good. Very good.

Where's yours, Jody?

That's mine, too.

Oh, I see. You work together, huh?

I'm good at flowers.

I'm good at...

Well,

there's nothing like teamwork.

Come along, come along. Mr. Davis is very busy, so off you go, Joseph. Go on

the moon.

Mr. Davis has friends there.

Be back in time for dinner, will you?

Oh, excuse me, sir.

Mrs. Brown, the vice principal, gave me this for you.

Mr.

Davis, something to discuss Buffy and Jody.

Earliest convenience tomorrow morning.

Could I be of some assistance, sir?

No, I'll manage, thanks.

You know, sir, the twins seem to be very satisfied with PS724.

Maybe PS724 isn't satisfied with them.

Wonderful children, Mr. Davis.

They're attentive in class. They're imaginative in their responses.

They're well -disciplined and courteous. But they are completely dependent on

each other.

Well, you see, they were separated for about a year after their parents died.

That was before they came to stay with me.

So I guess they're just still hanging on to each other. It seems natural to me.

They're constantly together, Mr. Davis.

At lunch hour, recess, they haven't made any friends.

At least we have to give them time.

Their teacher says that the same thing holds true in the classroom.

If Buffy's called on to recite, why, Jody helps her, and vice versa.

What do you suggest?

That's up to you.

I thought we should bring the matter to your attention.

If you share our concern, we can see that the twins are separated, put into

different classrooms.

That would be different lunch hours and recesses.

Well, Mrs. Brown, I appreciate your concern, but I just think for their age,

they've had about enough shocks.

So if you don't mind, I think we'll just slow and easy with them for a while.

Of course.

You must do as you think is best.

See, for a guy like me with no experience at all, I have to kind of

ear.

Think it over, Mr. Davis.

And if you change your mind, call me.

Sure.

Now, why shouldn't Jody and Buffy depend on each other, huh?

Is that a rhetorical question, sir? Did we bring those two kids together just so

we could separate them again?

No, sir.

All right.

They're smart, they're disciplined, they're courteous.

Yes, sir.

And they've got a perfectly healthy relationship, and it's ridiculous to

tampering with it now. Mrs. Brown or no Mrs. Brown, that's the way I feel.

Bravo, sir.

What do I know about kids?

One day I've got none, and the next day I've got three.

Some of us have greatness, trust upon us, sir.

In our case, it was parenthood. Yeah.

Now, what if Mrs. Brown is right, huh? I make a mistake now, and those kids pay

for it later.

Well, in the question of child psychology, sir, I suggest why don't you

the experts?

Mrs. Brown is an expert.

There are child psychologists, sir, just as there are, I believe...

A dog psychologist.

A bald one's called in a child psychologist when one of their kids

down out of a tree.

Very good, sir.

Who said raising kids was simple?

I don't know, sir. But I look it up.

They've been challenged and insecure for a long time. What's the matter with

them turning to each other?

Sooner or later, they have to cope with outsiders.

And the longer that moment is delayed, the more critical, the more painful that

adjustment will be.

They sure seem to be happy.

The comfortable way out, Mr. Davis, is to do nothing.

To enjoy their present happiness, let them enjoy it, refuse to face the future

consequences.

But the responsible parent can't always do the comfortable thing.

I'm beginning to find that out.

All right, you think they should be separated, huh? Yes, I do.

Remember that the separation at school is only part of it. You have to help

develop their own individual interests.

Perhaps dancing.

Art classes for Buffy.

Sports for Jody.

Okay, Doctor.

You're the expert. I'm the amateur.

And the experts seem to agree.

So I'll call Mrs.

Brown.

Hi. Hi, Uncle Bill.

Well, who's winning?

Oh, two against one, huh? I make the move.

I crown the kings.

Oh, I see.

Listen, I got a surprise for you two.

Chocolate cake with marshmallows?

No, this surprise is about school.

I had a little talk with Mrs. Brown, see, and we decided that starting

you're going to be in one first grade, and you're going to be in another first

grade.

Why?

Why?

Well, because this way, you see, you'll meet twice as many kids, and you'll make

twice as many friends, and you'll have twice as much fun.

Uncle Bill, do we have to have this surprise?

No, it's all arranged, and it's going to start in the morning.

I'll see you later for dinner.

It doesn't sound like a surprise to me.

You get surprises when you've been good.

It sounds more like what you get when you've been bad.

Hello, Jody.

Morning, Mrs. Brown.

Would you like to play with some of the other boys?

I can't.

I'm up in the sky in my spaceship.

Oh, I see.

Well, perhaps after the splashdown, you'll feel like playing catch or tag.

I'm not coming down till I run out of oxygen.

Oh.

Hello, Buffy.

Good morning.

Would you like to play hopscotch with some of the girls?

I'd like to.

Good. But I can't.

You're up in a spaceship.

No, Mrs. Brown.

I'm on the ground. But I got to stay in contact with the spaceship.

How'd it go today?

Meet a lot of new kids?

The boy behind me ate a piece of chalk.

Eight kids in our class have the needles.

He means measles, sir.

That's what I said.

Measles.

Come along, Jody.

Mr. Davis is very busy. You just run up to him.

And as for you, young lady, we must run along. We don't want to be late for our

first class.

Uncle Bill, do I have to go to dancing school?

Well, honey, most little girls like to go.

Yes, dancing is good discipline.

It teaches you an erect carriage, poise, and grace of movement.

Why can't Jody go with me?

Oh, this is for young ladies.

We'll find other suitable masculine things for Jody to do. Now, come along,

Buffy. We have to fit you with leotards and slippers and all things like that

before your class.

Come on.

Did you, by any chance, want to go to the park and play a game of catch?

You and me?

Yep.

Sure, but what about I .O .R.? Well, that can wait.

I'm going to go back to the office for a while, French. You better not wait

dinner. Very good, sir.

What have we got here?

This is Pete, Uncle Bill.

Master Adams and his family reside in this building, sir.

Perfect.

You guys meet at school?

I give him my vegetable soup for his banana.

Fair enough.

I'm going to get my turtle.

Then I'll go play zoo.

I got two hamsters and a lizard.

Well, it seems to be working. I guess Mrs. Brown was right. He's relating,

So it seems so, but that's only half the problem.

Oh, well, she'll find her own friends, too.

Give her time.

Bye, Buffy.

Bye, Uncle Bill.

Jody and Sissy.

Sissy requested permission to go to an eatery with the unlikely name of the

Gourmet Hamburgers.

Jody has been asked to dine with Master Pete.

Oh, you and Mrs. Beasley have French all to yourselves, huh?

Yes, sir.

Can I serve you dinner now, sir?

No, thanks, French. I had a sandwich at the office. I'll just sit here with

Buffy till she finishes.

We seem to have misplaced our appetite, sir.

Don't you feel well?

Yes, sir.

Hi, I'm Jack.

You have a good time?

You know something?

Pete should watch TV while he eats. And he gets dessert.

Even if he doesn't finish his vegetables.

You're going to have to invite Pete to have dinner with you.

Take off. I'm in the country.

Pete's mother asked me if I could go with them for the weekend.

This weekend?

I said I'd have to ask you if I could go.

Well, do you want to go?

No, if you don't want me to.

Sure, I want you to go. It'll be good for you.

I'll call up Pete's mother and see when you're going and what you have to take

along.

Mr. French, how long is a weekend?

From Friday to Monday.

That's a long time.

Excuse me, Uncle Bill.

Yeah, what is it, honey?

It's Buffy.

She's just sitting in our room holding Mrs. Beasley.

When I try to talk to her, she says she's gone to the moon for the weekend.

It's her imagination.

She misses Jody.

Yeah, I know, honey, but right now they've got to find different friends

their separate ways.

They're only six, Uncle Bill.

I know how old they are.

But people who know a lot more about what's good for kids than I do tell me

now is the time, so I've got to go along with the opinion of experts.

Well, I'd like to stay with Buffy, but I just don't dig this geometry.

And Helen Marie promised to put me with it if I'd come over.

Okay, you go get with it. Now, don't worry about Buffy. I'll take care of

Go on.

Hi.

Hi.

Buffy, aren't there any little girls from your class that live near us?

I don't know, Uncle Bill.

How can it be right when I feel it's so wrong?

Beg your pardon, sir?

She's just as plain unhappy right now as she was when she first got here.

Yes, so it seems, sir.

These kids have had to make too many adjustments too fast.

Oh, I don't know, sir.

I think that when Miss Buffy finds a friend of her own, she'll be quite all

right. How's she going to find a friend when she's up on the moon?

I don't know, sir.

Well, we have to find a friend for her.

Well, perhaps I could canvas the various nannies, sir, and ascertain just who

was available.

All right, you do that. Meanwhile, I'll take her out on a playmate scouting

expedition.

Excuse us.

Good night, Dave.

Isn't it?

I think your little girl and mine must be about the same age.

Laura Ruth is six.

Six?

So, Buffy.

Buffy, did you hear that?

Laura Ruth and you are the same age, isn't that nice?

I bet you and Laura Ruth could have a lot of fun playing Game of Tag or

Huffcotch or something.

take the girls for a soda and then on to a matinee.

Come on, Laura Ruth.

Simon

says,

Dad!

Simon says, Stu!

Dad!

You're out!

Hi.

You got room for another player?

Here, Buffy wants to play, though. Is that okay?

Okay. You do whatever Simon says.

If you do something, he dies.

say squat.

I'm out.

Buffy, would you like to have a soda and a matinee, too?

Okay, Uncle Bill.

Whatever that is.

Well, hi.

Hey. Hi, Uncle Bill. How was Connecticut?

Good. Did you have a good time?

Peacock was an ivy, but I didn't.

Mrs. Adams was very complimentary, sir. She invited Jody to accompany them again

next weekend.

But I don't have to go, do I, Uncle Bill?

No, not if you don't want to.

Good.

Mrs. Adams.

Also mentioned two things which were highly uncharacteristic about Jody. He

extremely quiet and had very little appetite.

Hi. Hi.

It's pretty.

I found it in the country.

You can keep it.

Thanks.

You said you weren't coming down till Tuesday.

to go to school tomorrow I don't like school anymore me neither

but we have to go everybody does

Excuse me, sir. I would only intrude like this in an extreme emergency, but

afraid this qualifies.

Could you please come, sir?

What kind of emergency?

We appear to have an epidemic, sir.

Epidemic?

Of measles, sir.

How do you feel?

You don't seem to have any fever.

We will, pretty soon.

Well, it's very strange it hit you both at the same time like that.

Well, and you are twins.

Gee, maybe we ought to call a doctor.

Oh, no, we don't need a doctor.

We'll just stay home and get well.

Well, I know a real good home remedy.

See?

Instant health.

Now, that's a very artistic job.

Which one of you did it?

I did Jody.

I did Buffy.

You want to tell me why?

Well, maybe I can tell you.

You didn't want to go to school so this way you could stay home and be together,

huh?

Now I guess you're mad at us.

I'm not mad at anybody.

Now, you wash the rest of that off, and I'm going to get you back to school and

see that you're in the same class again.

The surprise is over?

It is for you two.

But we've got one left for Mrs. Brown.

The epidemic is under control.

Synthetic measles, eh, son? Yep.

After this, we're going to stick to our own instincts, French, because we have

got one edge on those experts.

We love those kids.

And that makes a difference.