All language subtitles for Dennis.the.Menace.1959.S02E01.Out.of.Retirement.1080p.PCOK.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-Dooky_track1_[eng]

- Boy, have me and Mr.
Wilson been having fun.

- Oh, Dennis, I hope you haven't
been bothering Mr. Wilson.

- Heck, no.

He was glad to see me.

He said let's play a game.

- Mr. Wilson said
let's play a game?

- Sure.

I guess he has more fun
with me than with anybody.

- And what game did you play?

- Hide and seek.

Mr. Wilson said, I'll hide
first, if you can't find me,

the game's over and you go home.

So here I am.

- What do you mean
you can't get out?

GEORGE (BEHIND DOOR):
I can't open the door.

- Well, what were you
doing in there anyway?

- Well, Dennis and I were
playing-- Oh, never mind.

Just go get Mitchell.

He can take the
door off the hinges.

[theme music]

- You're almost a
free man, Mr. Wilson.

GEORGE (BEHIND DOOR): Oh, good.

Mr. Kramer's due any moment.

Oh, Kramer, he was your
old boss, wasn't he?

- Oh, indeed, he was.

He's the president
of the company.

- He was very unhappy when
George decided to retire.

GEORGE (BEHIND DOOR): Uh, tell
him what Mr. Kramer said, dear.

- He said the Kramer
Business Machine

Company was losing
a valuable employee.

- It's most valuable employee.

Ha, OK, Mr. Wilson,
push on the door.

There we are.

- Ah, thank you, Mitchell.

Oh, great Scott, I feel
like the prisoner of Zenda.

- What's Mr. Kramer
doing in town?

- Well, I don't know.

He called me long distance,
said it was very important

that he talk to me right away.

He was, why, he was
quite mysterious.

- George, you know what I think?

- Oh, now, Martha, I've been
retired for five years.

An important man
like Mr. Kramer isn't

going to waste his time
checking up on a dozen pencils.

- Do you want me to put that door
back before Kramer gets here?

- Oh, no, no, just leave
it there, Mitchell,

I'll take care of it.

- OK, in that case,
I'll run along.

I wouldn't want Kramer
seeing me dressed like this.

- Well, thanks again, Mitchell.

Bye.

- Bye.

- My we're lucky to have
such nice neighbors.

- Well, two-thirds
of them are nice.

That other third's
driving me off my rocker.

- George, what's your old
top hat doing down here?

- Oh, Dennis must have
found that up in the attic.

Heh, heh.

Well, say, you know, Martha,
it takes a certain flair

to wear a top hat.

- It certainly does, and you
have it more than anyone.

- Aw, thank you my
dear, but I don't

think I'd give Fred Astaire
much to worry about.

Do you?

- Well, I don't know, dear.

When you used to do your
Fred Astaire imitations--

- Oh, you remembered.

- Well, of course, I do, dear.

Do it for me now.

- Oh, no, no.

- Oh, go on, George, do it.

- Oh, Martha, don't be silly.

It's been too many years ago.

Well, what would
I use for a cane?

- Use this.

- All right, you
be Ginger Rogers.

- Oh, go on, George.

Well, let's see if
I can remember it.

Ah, rump, ba-bump, bump, ba.

[clapping]

- Oh, George, that was wonderful.

- Well, the old legs are
still pretty spry, eh?

- They certainly are.

Do it up and down
the stairs for me.

- Well, all right.

Say, you know, it's too bad
you don't have the camera out.

[doorbell ringing]

- Oh, great Scott!

Mr. Kramer.

- George Wilson, I
remember the Fred Astaire

imitation from the office party.

- Oh, heh, heh, Mr. Kramer.

Well, this is no party.

You see the little neighbor
boy-- eh, oh well, never mind.

If I told you about him,
you wouldn't believe it.

Oh, yes, he's responsible
for that door, too.

- My it's good to see
you again, Mr. Kramer.

- Good to see you, Mrs. Wilson.

- Won't you come in?

- Yes, thank you.

- My, it certainly is, well,
this is just like old times.

How have you been, Mr. Kramer?

- Oh, fine, Wilson, fine.

How about you?

Has your retirement been
everything you expected?

Oh, Oh yes, yes sir.

It's been marvelous,
yes, indeed.

I spend most of my time
working in the garden.

- You'd be amazed how much
time he spends out there.

He's turning our yard
into a regular showplace.

- Oh, my latest project is
right by this window here.

Yes, I have some
prize periwinkles.

They're just beginning to
poke their little heads up

above the ground.

Well, I'm eagerly
awaiting the moment

they burst into glorious bloom.

- Well, frankly,
Wilson, I was hoping

you were missing the company.

It certainly misses you.

- Oh, oh, well, I do.

Yes, Mr. Kramer, indeed.

That was a big part of
my life for many years.

Ho, a man doesn't
forget that overnight.

- How would you like
to come back to work?

Come back to work?
- Um-hmm.

- Mr. Kramer?

But why would you want an old
duffer like me back in harness.

Why you have plenty of
young men coming up.

- Well, they haven't any
experience or judgment,

or your executive ability.

- Well, that's very
nice of you, but--

- The Pittsburgh office
has gone to pot, Wilson.

The sales have fallen
off to the point where

it's either close
the office, or bring

in a man who knows
what he's doing.

And I think you're that man.

- Pittsburgh's in Pennsylvania.

- Yes, it would mean moving.

- Moving?

- Oh, moving?

Oh, well, I don't
know, Mr. Kramer.

- Well, now, think of the
financial end of it, Wilson.

Your investment income
can't be too much,

and we're prepared to make
you a very attractive deal.

Now, will you think it over?

- Well, I don't know, Mr. Kramer.

DENNIS: Hello, Mr. Wilson.

Yes Mr. Kramer I
will think it over.

How soon do you
need my decision?

- Well, fast, Wilson.

I have a board of directors
meeting coming up.

I can only give you 24 hours.

- 24 hours?

Well, that's not much time.

- Hey, Mr. Wilson, want to
play some more hide and seek?

- 24 hours will give me
plenty of time, Mr. Kramer.

- Well, naturally, I'll
do whatever George wants.

- But you'd rather stay here.

Oh

- Alice, this is our home.

This is where our friends
are, our neighbors.

- Well, Mr. Wilson hasn't
made up his mind yet, has he?

- No.

He's out in the hammock
thinking it over.

- Hi, Mr. Wilson.

How come you're taking
your nap with all

that stuff in your hand?

- I am not taking a nap.

And I have the
flyswatter, because I

can't stand flies on me.

And the lemonade,
because I'm thirsty.

Now are you satisfied?

- Sure.

Did you make the
lemonade like you usually

do with about 10
spoons of sugar in it?

- Yes, I did.

Now if you don't mind,
Dennis, I'm trying to think.

- What are you thinking about?

- Drat.
- There's some on your chin.

- Oh.

Well, I'm thinking about grave
issues and large sums of money.

- Didn't Mrs. Wilson
give you your allowance?

- I don't have an allowance.

- You haven't?
Jeepers.

I have.

- Great Scott.

- Do you want me to
lend you a nickel?

- No.
- A dime?

- A dime?
- No.

Now, look, Dennis, I
am trying to think.

If you're going
to stay here, you

have to be absolutely quiet.

- OK, Mr. Wilson.
- OK.

- Hey, Mr. Wilson, give
me your flyswatter.

- What?

- Give me the flyswatter.

- Oh!

For Pete's sake.

- He was right on that
spot where you spilled

the lemonade with
all the sugar in it.

- Well, I don't care
where he was, never

hit them when they're on me.

- Never?

No, never.

- OK, Mr. Wilson.

I'll just stand here
and wave at him.

- Of course, he is interested.

It makes him feel important.

And bless his heart, George
likes to feel important.

- What in the world?

- You'd think someone
was after him.

- Where is he?

Where is he?

- George, what's the matter?

- I'll tell you
what's the matter.

It's that boy.

- Well, now, hold on, Mr. Wilson.

What did he do?

I was out in the hammock, and
Dennis was hanging around.

- Well, what's the
matter with that?

- Oh, good gravy,
Martha, sometimes I

think you and I don't
know the same boy.

I was lying there.

I was thinking about Pittsburgh
and my eyes were closed.

- Well, was he making noise?

- No, he wasn't making a sound.

But I heard a buzzing.

- A buzzing?

- Yes.

And I opened my eyes,
and three honeybees right

on the front of my
shirt, and a couple more

coming in for a landing.

- Well, I wonder what
was attracting them?

- Well, uh, oh, never mind
what was attracting them.

The point is Dennis
had the flyswatter.

When I said, hit them.

He said, oh, I'd better not.

You'll get mad.

And so he just waved at
them with the flyswatter.

- Well, he was trying
to get them off you.

- Oh, sure.

Then the bees got mad, and
I had to run for my life.

- Well, were either
one of you stung?

- Yes, I was.

- Oh, George, where?

- Well, just never you mind.

But I'll tell you one thing,
if we move to Pittsburgh,

it will be because of Dennis.

- George, you don't mean that.

- Oh, I most certainly do.

- George isn't himself.

- Well, you can't blame him.

Bee stings are no fun.

- It's their chemistry.

You mix Dennis with Mr.
Wilson, and you get dynamite.

- Well, if we move
to Pittsburgh--

- Jeepers, Mrs. Wilson.

You can't move to Pittsburgh.

Mr. Wilson's one
of my best friends.

- Now, Dennis-- If
he's mad at me,

tell him to hit me or something.

But don't move away.

- Dennis.

- Tell him I'll stand
out in his front yard,

and he can throw rocks at me.

- Dennis, don't be silly.

- Now, Dennis, listen to me.

Mr. Wilson doesn't
want to hit you.

He's very fond of you.

- Then how come he's
moving to Pittsburgh?

- Well, if we move to Pittsburgh,
it won't be because of you.

- That's not what
Mr. Wilson said.

Well, Mr. Wilson was upset.

Just forget he said it.

- That's right, son.

- Run out and see what
Tommy's doing, dear.

- OK.

From now on, I'm
going to be different.

I'm going to stop
making dynamite,

and I'm going to
start closing doors,

and all that kind of stuff.

[door slams]

- Oh, fine, now he's
back to slamming them.

- Where is Pittsburgh.

- Jeepers, Tommy, don't
you know anything?

It's in Philadelphia.

And I got to think of something
so Mr. Wilson will stay here.

- Yeah, we had a lot of
fun with Mr. Wilson.

- Remember last
summer when we had

that taffy pull at his house?

That was one of the
swellest times I ever had.

Boy, I was sick all night.

- Yeah, and me, too.

Did you ever get it out?

- Oh, sure, a long time ago.

I've got to think of something
so Mr. Wilson will like me

again, and then he'll stay.

- Um-hmm.

Yes, you're right,
Martha, absolutely right.

I mustn't make an
emotional decision.

I must approach it logically.

- That's my George.

- You know, Martha, I am blessed
with an analytical mind that

is capable of getting right
to the bones of an issue.

Should I say bones?

To the marrow, my dear.

The very marrow.

- You certainly are, George.

- Now, let us consider
Pittsburgh as a place to live.

- I hear it's smoggy.

- Oh, Martha, that's
all in the past.

Why the air in Pittsburgh's like
sparkling wine, exhilarating,

my dear.

Why the city is clean,
progressive, forward-looking.

Looking

- I'm going to miss our
friends and neighbors.

I'll miss Alice, and
Henry, a little--

- Ah, don't say it, Martha.

I am trying not to be
emotional. [kids singing]

Now, what in the world is that?

[singing jolly good fellow]

- It's Dennis and his little
friends singing to you.

- Why, so it is.

- Oh, Dennis is so fond of you.

He told me once that
he wanted to be just

like you when he grows up.

- Oh, really?

Basically, Dennis is a
fine boy, has high ideals.

- Go to the window and tell
him you're not angry with him.

- Well, all right.

Great Scott!

You're standing in my
new periwinkle bed.

That settles it, Martha.

We are moving to Pittsburgh.

- I'm sure going to
miss Mr. Wilson.

- We all are.

- Well, maybe some
nice new neighbors

will move in next door.

- I don't want nice neighbors.

I want good old Mr. Wilson.

- He has been a good friend.

Remember last winter when
he shoveled the driveway,

so I wouldn't be late for work?

- And Mrs. Wilson.

I don't know what
we'd have done when

I had the flu if she hadn't
done all the cooking.

- Mr. Wilson's been a
good fishing buddy.

Nobody can tie a flat
like George Wilson.

- And I can't remember all the
times they babysat for us.

- Excuse me.

- He's taught me all I
know about gardening.

- I'm going to go write a letter.

- A letter, who to?

- To Mr. Wilson.

- Poor kid, he's probably
going to say goodbye.

- Yours truly, Dennis Mitchell.

- There.

Martha?

- Yes, George.

Oh, come here, dear, I
want to show you something.

Now look, I put this door back
just for appearances sake,

but the latch, it
still isn't fixed.

- Well, you can't expect
the real estate people

to send anyone so soon.

You only called
them an hour ago.

- Now, my dear, preparedness
is the hallmark

of a good executive.

Someone might come.

The point is, don't ever
try to close that door.

We'll never get it open again.

- All right, George.

What's that?

Hmm?

Oh, well, it looks
like it's from Dennis.

Dear Mr. Wilson, me and Mom
and Dad are down in the dumps,

because we're going to
miss you if you move.

Everybody is.

I know you're moving because
of me, so don't do it.

I've moved instead.

Now Mom and Dad can
get out of the dumps.

I've moved.

Yours truly, Dennis Mitchell.

- Hey, George, he's left home.

- Oh, great Scott.

Run away, and he did
it because of me.

Oh, I feel awful.

- Don't blame yourself.

- Well, I do, Martha.

We've got to go over and tell
the Mitchells about this.

Well, there's no telling
what kind of peril

that boy might be in.

- Sure, Dennis, I'd be glad to
have you move in here with me.

But we'll have to ask my Mom
first when she gets home.

- Do you think your
Mom will let me stay?

Have I been in any trouble
around here lately?

- No.

Not lately.

She had the lamp
fixed a long time ago.

Aren't you going
to miss your folks?

- Well, I'll be seeing them.

I'll go over and watch
television with them

every night after it gets dark.

That way, Mr.
Wilson won't see me.

- Now Mom and Dad can
get out of the dumps.

I've moved.

Yours truly, Dennis Mitchell.

- Well, Henry, my little baby.

- Take it easy, honey.

We'll find him.

- Oh, I feel responsible
for the whole thing.

- It isn't your fault.

- Of course not.

- It was the talk about
moving that did it.

- Now, George.

- Well, we are not
moving to Pittsburgh.

Now you just get that idea
right out of your head, Martha.

- Operator, please give
me the police department.

Hello, sergeant,
I'd like to report

a little boy who's
run away from home.

- Oh, here, Mitchell,
let me have that phone.

I can get right through to
the chief, Foster Stewart.

- That would be
wonderful, Mr. Wilson.

- Sergeant, this is Mr.
George Wilson speaking.

Put me through to the chief.

Thank you.

They all know me.

Foster?

George.

Look Foster, we need your help.

Our little neighbor boy's has
run away, Dennis Mitchell.

Yes.

That's the one.

Blond hair, blue eyes,
striped shirt and overalls.

Right.

And I'll give a $100
reward to the officer

that brings him home.

The address is 627 Elm Street.

Thanks, Foster.

Yes, goodbye.

- That's very generous
of you Mr. Wilson.

- Oh, nonsense, I want to give
the officers an incentive

to really keep their eyes open.

- How soon before
they start looking?

- Oh, in a matter of minutes.

And you see the patrol cars
will be alerted by radio.

- I suppose all we
can do now is wait.

No, no, no, I'm
not finished yet.

- Who are you calling?

- I'm calling the radio station.

Yes, I'll have them
broadcast the same offer

to the general public.

- Aha, you're dead.
- Ohh.

How come I'm always the
one that has to be dead?

- Because I'm the fastest draw
on this block, that's why.

Uh, you know, uh, I
used to put notches

in the barrel of my old gun.

But once I filed too
deep, it fell off.

- Let's do something
else for a while.

I'm tired of being the Indian.

- OK.

- What you want to do?

- Let's go look in
your refrigerator.

- We'd spoil our dinner.

It's almost five.

- Hey, at five, we can
turn on the radio.

The lady in blue will
be reading the funnies.

- OK.

What do you want
to do until five?

- Why don't we go to your
refrigerator and just look.

- But Henry, where
will he eat tonight?

And sleep?

- I don't know, but I
can't stand to sit around

here and wait any longer.

I'm going to go get in
the car and find him.

[police siren]

- It's a police car.

- They found him!
- Hallelujah.

- Where's my checkbook?

- I want to go home.

- You are home.

Well, I found him.

But he sure put up a fight.

- Officer, that's not Dennis.

- He isn't?

- I told you and told you.

I'm little Ricky Thompson.

Uh-oh,

- Uh-oh, well, I'll take you
right back where I found you,

son.

- My mom's going to be mad.

She told me not to
leave the block.

- I'm sorry to trouble you folks.

Well, come on.

STORYTELLER (ON RADIO):

do you know what Betty and
Bob found when they got home?

- They found the scooter.

STORYTELLER (ON RADIO):
They found the scooter.

ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO): We
interrupt this program

to bring you this bulletin.

A $100 reward is offered for
the return of Dennis Mitchell

to his home at 627 Elm Street.

It is requested that anyone
seeing this boy, tell him

the Wilsons are not
moving to Pittsburgh.

- Oh, boy!

ANNOUNCER (ON RADIO): The
Mitchell's boy's description

is as follows.

- Blonde, blue-eyed, striped
shirt, are you sure?

- Officer, I ought
to know my own boy.

- We most certainly should.

- My dad's an alderman.

He'll fire you.

- Yeah, sonny, come on,
I'll take you home, huh?

Sorry Mr. Mitchell.

- Your offer of a

put the police on their toes.

- Oh, yes, every blonde,
blue-eyed boy in the city

gets a free ride
in a police car.

- I'm home!

- Dennis!

Oh, Dennis, where have you been?

- Over at Tommy's house.

Did you miss me?

Of course, we did.

- Dennis, you must
never do that again.

I should say not.

Why, I've been worried sick.

- We all have.

Hey, guess who was on the radio?

Me and good old Mr. Wilson.

You're not moving to
Pittsburgh, did you know that?

- Well, of course, I knew it.

- So me and Tommy are
splitting a $100 reward.

- What?
- He brought me home.

- Now just a minute.

- Now hold on, Dennis.

You can't take a reward
for bringing yourself home.

Besides it's from Mr. Wilson.

- Mr. Wilson put up
a reward for me?

- Well, I guess I did, Dennis.

- Boy, I love you,
too, Mr. Wilson.

- Well, that's fine.

- And I wouldn't take
a reward from you

even if you told me to.

All the reward I want is
that you're not moving.

- Oh, oh, oh, well, you're
a good boy, Dennis.

- So you can give
it all to Tommy.

- What?

- Jeepers, Mr. Wilson,
I don't want it either.

- Martha.

Aren't these the nicest boys?

- Aw, it's so nice of
you to have us all over.

- Well, it's a joyous occasion
having little Dennis back.

- Yes.

- Come on, Dennis.

DENNIS: I'm coming.

- Oh, let me have
your wrap, Alice.

- Oh, thank you.

- Come on in, dear.

It's just a simple
dinner, but I thought

you enjoy not having to cook.

- Oh, I certainly will.

- Here I am.

- Come on in, Dennis.

- But I'm going to stay and
help you with the dishes.

- Did you notice, Mrs. Wilson?

I didn't forget to
close a single door.

Hey, where's Mr. Wilson?

[door rattling]

GEORGE (BEHIND

[theme music]

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Gems Film Production

from the Hollywood studios
of Columbia Pictures.