All language subtitles for Dennis.the.Menace.1959.S02E11.The.Raffle.Ticket.1080p.PCOK.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-Dooky_track1_[eng]

- Oh, no, Mrs. Anderson.

You musn't blame Tommy.

It was all Dennis' fault.

Hurry up, Dennis.

Oh, yes, Dr. Scott
can handle it.

But, well, with Henry
out at the office,

there's nothing for
me to do but call

Mr. Wilson to drive us to town.

Thank you.

DENNIS (OFFSCREEN):
I'm coming, Mom.

- Oh, Dennis, how in
the world did you

get your head stuck
in Mrs. Anderson's

beanpot in the first place?

[theme music]

- Oh, come now.

Driving Dennis
and Alice downtown

couldn't have been
that embarrassing.

- Martha, you forget
that he had his head

stuck in that silly beanpot.

Why, at every traffic
light, it was a circus.

People laughed.

They jeered.

Little boys make catcalls.

Why, the public hasn't had as
much fun since they watched

Marie Antoinette on her
way to the guillotine.

- Well, you're home
now, so forget about it

and get back to work on the
car raffle for your lodge.

- Oh, yes, yes.

- It's really lucky
that you were home

and could drive Alice downtown.

- You know, Mitchell ought to
buy Alice a car of her own.

- It certainly would
be nice for her.

- Well, maybe he'll win
the raffle car this year.

- You're not going to make
him sell tickets again.

- I certainly am.

I have his annual 25 all
counted and ready for him.

- But he never sells many.

It costs the poor man
$10 to $15 every year.

- Well, good gravy, Martha.

The money goes to charity.

You know, in a
few minutes, he'll

come over here to thank me
for taking Alice downtown.

That'll be the perfect
time to load him up

with raffle tickets.

- It's certainly good Mr.
Wilson was home to drive you.

- I should say so.

You are going over to thank him?

- Do I have to go over?

- Well, I think you should.

- Well, can I put it
off 'til after dinner?

- I suppose so.

- It isn't that I don't
want to thank him.

It's just that he's conducting
that car raffle for his lodge

again this year, and you
know what that means.

- Yes, he'll expect you
to help him sell tickets.

- Well, I'm not
going to this year.

I'm going to put my foot down.

- Oh, Henry.

You always put your foot
down, and Mr. Wilson always

steps on it.

- Dad, when you get your
tickets, can I buy one from you?

- Dennis, I just
got through saying

I'm not going to sell
tickets this year.

- Then can I buy one
from Mr. Wilson?

- Well, sure, if you want
to and have the money.

- Well, I've got a
dollar in my piggy bank.

Mom, where did I
put my Ouija board?

- What do you want that for?

- Well, jeepers, Dad.

I'm gonna ask the Ouija board
which ticket's gonna win.

Then I'm gonna buy
that ticket and win

the car for good old Mom.

- Oh, Dennis, that's
very sweet of you.

- Yes, it is, son.

But don't count on winning it.

The odds are all against you.

- Oh, well, if you expect
to be at home sick, I can,

uh, I can drop the
tickets off at your house.

Oh, good.

Your office then.

[doorbell]

- Oh, I have to go now, Chet.

Somebody's ringing my doorbell.

It's probably that
neighbor of mine

who's come after his tickets.
I'll see you later, Chet.

Bye.

Good old Mitchell.

- Hi, Mr. Wilson.

- Oh, it's you, Dennis.

- Boy, did I learn
something today.

Never look at a beanpot
from the inside.

- Yes.
And where's your father?

- Oh, he'll be over to thank
you later, Mr. Wilson.

- Oh, good.

- He's putting it off
'til after dinner?

- Oh?

Well, what did you
come over here for?

- I came over to buy a ticket.

I'm gonna win the car for Mom.

- Do you have any money?

- I got a dollar.

- Oh, well, fine, Dennis.

Come on in.

I have just the ticket
for you right here.

- That's the wrong
one, Mr. Wilson.

- What do you mean
it's the wrong one?

- I want ticket number 637.

- Why?

- Because that's the number
the Ouija board said to get.

- I might have known
there'd be a catch to this.

- Mr. Wilson, is this car gonna
have gas in it when I get it?

- Oh, it'll have gas in
it when somebody gets it.

Well, your magical number
isn't in this stack, Dennis.

Would you care to,
uh, try that stack?

- Thanks, Mr. Wilson.

- Uh-huh.

- What's in that?

- Oh, more tickets.

All right, Dennis, have a look.

Have a look.

- Hey, these numbers
are getting close.

- Well, hurry up and
take one, will you?

My dinner's ready.

- Well, I'm just about to.

One other question, Mr. Wilson.

How are the tires?

- Dennis, the tires are new.

They're brand new.

Now, how about making up your
mind and buying your ticket?

- Hey, I must've
passed my number.

- Oh, for Pete's sake.

OK, Dennis, out!

Out!

- Here it is, Mr. Wilson!

My good old number, 637.

Thanks for helping me
find it, Mr. Wilson.

- Oh, that kid.

- Well, isn't that
sweet of Dennis

to buy me a raffle ticket?

- He certainly wants
you to have a car.

- Yes.

Oh, are you going over
to thank Mr. Wilson?

- Uh, I think I'll phone.

It's safer.

He's waiting for me with
those raffle tickets.

I know him.

[doorbell]

- Hello, Mitchell.

- Mr. Wilson, come on in.

- Oh.

- I was just about to phone you.

- You were?

What about?

- Well, I wanted to thank you
for being such a Good Samaritan

this afternoon.

- Oh, Mitchell, I'm
only glad that I

have a car handy
every time Alice

is confronted with an emergency.

But wouldn't it be
wonderful if she

could have a car of her own?

Hello, Alice.

- Hello, Mr. Wilson.

Well, have you recovered from
the excitement of the day?

- Alice, I was glad
to help, since you

don't have a car
of your own like so

many of the other mothers.

- Is there anything we can
do for you, Mr. Wilson?

- No, Mitchell, no.

Oh, I-- I found a
pair of sunglasses

on the seat of my car.

I just wondered if
they were yours, Alice.

- No, I had mine on
when I came home.

- Oh, well.

I didn't bring them
with me after all.

Just these raffle tickets.

I must have raffle tickets
on the brain, I guess.

- Uh, I'm glad you brought
that up, Mr. Wilson.

Because this year,
I won't be able--

- I know, Mitchell.

This year, you're
going to be busy,

- That's right.

- Exactly what chief of
police Stewart said.

But after a little
chat of an hour

or two about the
advantages of our boys'

camp for this community,
he changed his mind.

Yes, sir.

- Uh, Mr. Wilson,
Henry really isn't

a very good salesman
of raffle tickets.

He usually ends up paying
for most of them himself.

- Yes, but Alice,
where else might you

get a brand new car for $25?

Oh, say, Mitchell,
would you like

to hear about this year's car?

- Could I hear about it
another time, Mr. Wilson?

I have to get up unusually
early tomorrow morning, and--

- Oh, you-- you have
to get up early now.

- Yes.

- Well, Mitchell, I certainly
wouldn't want to keep you up.

Oh, say, have I
told you about how

we're holding this
year's raffle, huh?

- No, but--

- Oh, this will
only take a minute.

Now, just sit right down here.

Now, this year, it's going to
be just a little bit different.

You see, we're holding it in
front of the public library,

and there's gonna be-- Well,
I guess I'll say good night.

- Oh, good night, Mr. Wilson.

- Good night.

Oh, by the way, I must tell you
about Alderman Henry T. Jones.

Now, when I
explained to him what

this money meant to
these boys and handed him

his usual 25 tickets,
do you know what he did?

- No, what did he do?

- Oh, well, I must
tell you about him.

Now, this will
only take a minute.

And now, Mitchell,
I want to tell you

a couple of details
about the car.

Oh, it's too bad
Alice isn't here.

Where'd she go, huh?

- She went to bed an hour ago.

- Mmm.
My, that's good coffee.

Don't you want another cup, huh?

- Oh, what time is it?

- $25 after midnight.

Go on back to sleep.

- You mean, you took them?

- It was either that or
have breakfast with him.

I-- I really can't afford this.

But my wife needs
a car so badly,

I've decided to take the plunge.

- Well, I'm delighted.

Most people in this area
are waiting for the raffle.

- Oh, I'm not waiting for that.

I know the odds
are all against me.

- Now, let's see.

You want us to deliver
the car to your home

and put it in your garage
Saturday afternoon, right?

- Uh, yes, between 3:00 and 4:00.

I'll arrange to have
her away from the house.

And then, when we come home and
I take her out to the garage,

she'll have the
surprise of her life.

- We'll have it there
for you, Mr. Mitchell.

- Uh, I hope you don't think
the, uh, big bow of red ribbon

is silly.

- Of course not.

We'll deliver it just
the way you want it.

- Thank you.

- See?

I told you.

- Dennis, I'm tired of
working this old Ouija board.

- But don't you want to ask it
if you're gonna be president?

- It already said that you
were gonna to be president.

- Oh, that's right.

But don't you want to ask it if
you're gonna be vice president?

That's still open.

- I don't want to
ask it anything.

I want to look at television.

- OK, I'll turn it on.

Wow, look at the raffle tickets.

- For the new car Mr.
Wilson's raffling.

- Yeah.
Look at them.

A whole bushel.

- Dennis.

- Mom, are these
Dad's raffle tickets?

- Oh, I guess he forgot them.

I'll bet he did that on purpose.
- Why?

Doesn't he want to?

- Not really.

Your father just took them
as a favor to Mr. Wilson.

If there's anything he hates,
it's selling raffle tickets.

- Well, I think
that would be fun.

- No, not for your father.

I have to go to town to get a
new beanpot for Tommy's mother.

I'll be back in an hour or two.

- Oh, there's no
hurry, Mrs. Mitchell.

We don't usually have
beans until Saturday.

- No, Tommy, but I would like
to get the whole episode over

and done with.

- Oh, Mom, if you see any of
the people we saw yesterday,

tell them we got
the beanpot off OK.

- I hope I never see any of
those same people again.

- You know something, Tommy?

Dad hates to sell
raffle tickets.

Why don't we do them?

- Do you think we could?

- Sure, we can.

If we started right now,
we could sell all of them

by the time Dad gets
home, I bet you.

- Sure, we could.

- Here's yours.

- Fine.

Thank you.

Bye bye.

Well, Martha, I
only have 50 left,

and I'll sell those myself
right here in the neighborhood.

- Do you think you can?

- Oh, of course, my dear.

You know that I always reserve
the immediate neighborhood

for myself.

All my regular customers
are just waiting for me.

- But you buy a ticket from
me every year, Mrs. McGraw.

- Well, I'm sorry,
but he said he was

selling the ticket
to please you.

- Well, he shouldn't say that.

This is my territory.

Who is this fellow?

- A little boy.

Dennis Mitchell.

- Dennis!

Oh, for Pete's sake.

Dennis?

- That's right.

- I might have known.

- How did it go, dear?

- How did it go?

I didn't sell a single ticket.

Everywhere I went, Dennis
had been there ahead of me.

- How many do you have left?

- $50 worth.

- What about Mrs. Bagley?

- Well, I dropped by her
house, but she was out.

I know I can count on her to buy
her usual 25, thank goodness.

[doorbell]

- Oh, now who in the
world can that be?

I just hope it's
somebody to buy a ticket.

- Hi, Mr. Wilson.

Here are the stubs.

We sold every one of Dad's
tickets, all 25 of them.

- Yes, I know, I know.

- Boy, I sure wish we had
some more tickets to sell.

- Miss Cathcart would
buy one from us, I bet.

- And Mrs. Elkins.

- And the cleaning man.

- And the ice cream man.

- Well, boys, you do
know a lot of people

who haven't bought
tickets, don't you?

- Sure, Mr. Wilson.

- And you'd really like
to sell some more?

- Sure, Mr. Wilson.

- Well, good, good.

Come on in here.

Now, boys, I'll just
bet you a nickel

apiece that you
can't sell 25 more.

- Sure, we can.

- Sure.

- All right now.

Remember to tear off the stubs
and bring them back with you.

- We'll do it, Mr. Wilson.

- Fine and dandy.

Good.

Well, how about that, Martha?

I just got rid of 25 more.

Now, as soon as I call on
Mrs. Bagley, I'm all finished.

- She never fails you, does she.

- Oh, Mrs. Bagley is still
mighty loyal to the lodge.

- Hey, Mr. Wilson!

Mr. Wilson!

- Oh, hello there, boys.

Oh, did you sell any?

- Here's the money, Mr. Wilson.

We sold all of them!

- Well, if you aren't the
best salesmen I ever saw.

- We sure are here.

And here's the stubs.

- Well, all right.

I owe you both a nickel.

Here's one for you, Tommy.

There's one for you, Dennis.

My goodness, I can't get over
how you sold them so fast.

- It was easy.

- You want to us walk home
with, you Mr. Wilson?

See that you don't lose
the money on the way?

- No, Dennis, I'm not going home.

I'm going to over
to see Mrs. Bagley.

- Mrs. Bagley?
MR. WILSON (OFFSCREEN): Yes.

- Say hello to her
for us, Mr. Wilson.

She's swell She's the lady
that bought all our 25 tickets.

- Great Scott.

Oh, this is the last straw.

- Where you going?

- I'm going home.

I'm sick of this.

If anybody wants a ticket, he
can just come to me for it.

Otherwise, I'll buy them myself.

- Hi, lady.

- Is this the Mitchell residence?

- Yes, it is.

- I'm looking for
the little boy who's

selling the raffle tickets.

- We've been selling them.

- Oh.

Well, a friend of
mine bought one,

and I'd like to buy one too.

It's for such a good cause.

- But we sold all we had.

- You mean, they're
aren't any left?

Oh, my.

- Mr. Wilson might have some.

Would you like me to see?

- Is he nearby?

- Right next door.

- Oh.

Well, then here's my dollar.

I do hope he has one left.

- I'll be right back.

- Mr. Wilson!

MRS. WILSON (OFFSCREEN): He's
gone to the store, Dennis.

- There's a lady outside
that wants a raffle ticket.

Has Mr. Wilson got any left?

MRS. WILSON
(OFFSCREEN): There are

some on the table
in the living room.

I'll be right down.

- I'll get it.

I got it, Mrs. Wilson.

You don't have to bother.

- I've got to hand it
to you for selling

all those tickets, Dennis.

You saved your old
dad a lot of money.

- He certainly did.

- It was fun, Dad.

Now, tell us once
more, Mr. Ouija Board.

Is my mom honest and truly
going to get a new car tomorrow?

It said yes, Dad!

- It really did, Henry.

I know it sounds silly, but
it went right on up to yes.

- You know, I'm
beginning to believe

that Ouija board
may have something.

- All right, everybody.

Quiet now, folks.

Quiet.

Sweet little Margaret here
is about to draw the winning

ticket.

But first, we must
stir the stubs

so everybody will
have an even chance.

Uh, all right, Margaret.

Turn it.

- You know, Martha,
with all these tickets,

I have a good chance to win.

Now remember, if you
hear a number, my dear,

between 850 and 874, I've
got myself a new car.

- Keep turning it, Margaret.

Keep turning.

- Dumb old Margaret's just
wasting her time stirring.

- I'll say.

- Yes, sir.

The Ouija board said number
637 was gonna win, and it is.

- Well, Margaret, I think
the ice cream must be done.

And now, for the
moment of truth.

Margaret, draw the number.

Thank you.

The winning number
is-- getting anxious?

The winning number is 872!

- Oh, that's me!

I have that number!

MRS. COURTLAND (OFFSCREEN):
I have the number!

- Well, I have that
ticket right here.

MRS. COURTLAND (OFFSCREEN):
I have the number!

- I must have it.

- Oh, dear.

- What's the matter?

- That's the ticket Dennis sold
while you went to the store

for me.

I told you about it.

- You did?
- Yes.

You seemed to be glad about it.

You said it would be one less
ticket for you to pay for.

- But I didn't know then it was
going to be the winning ticket!

Oh, great Scott!

- Well, folks, we have a winner.

Uh, what is the name, please?

- Mrs. Robert Courtland.

Well, Mrs. Courtland,
here's the keys to your car.

Pleasant driving.

- Thank you very much.

Is the little boy here
who sold me my ticket?

Dennis Mitchell?

- Here I am.

- You stay right there.

I want to talk to you.

Oh, Dennis, I just
can't thank you

enough for selling me my ticket.

You brought me luck.

- That's all right, lady.

- His Ouija board said that
his ticket was gonna win.

- Oh my goodness.

It did?

- He was gonna win
it for his mom.

- And you sold me
the winning ticket?

Oh, goodness.

- His mom doesn't have a car.

- Oh.

Wait a minute.

I have a wonderful idea.

I don't need two cars.

And since you sold
me the lucky ticket,

I'll give you my present
one to give to your mother.

- Wow!

The Ouija board was
right after all.

- It's right over in my driveway.

I'll drive you home in it.

Now, come along, boys.

Let's go.

Oh, my.

Oh!

MRS. COURTLAND (OFFSCREEN):
It's a Baker Electric.

Sound as a nut.

- Wow, an electric.

- Wow.

- It doesn't use any
gasoline at all.

- Jeepers, will my
dad be glad of that.

Does it have a horn,
Mrs. Courtland?

- Hop in, boys,
and I'll show you.

There we go.

[horn tooting]

- Thanks a lot, Mrs. Courtland.

I'm gonna leave the
car in the garage.

And when my mom gets home,
will she be surprised.

- I hope she enjoys it.

Goodbye, boys.

- Bye, Mrs. Courtland.

- So long, Dennis.

- Bye, Tommy.

- You gotta find some red ribbon.

The 5 and 10 has the
red ribbon, but they

don't have it wide
enough or long enough

to tie a bow around the car.

- Find some someplace.

I promised Mr. Mitchell
I'd have the car

in his garage between
3:00 and 4:00.

It's almost 4:00 now.

- OK, I'll try.

But I don't think
you're gonna make it.

- Here they come!

Wowee, Mom.

Wait 'till you see
what's in our garage!

- D-- Dennis, don't tell
me you won the raffle!

- You didn't, did you?

- Nope.

- And there's something
in our garage?

- I'll say.

- Honey, I think when you
see what's in the garage,

you'll be very happy.

- How do you know
what's in our garage?

- Oh, fathers just
know these things.

- Well, if there's something
in our garage for me,

may I please see it?

- You bet!

- Honey, you're in
for a big surprise.

- Now, just a minute.

Just a minute.

Now, you stand over
here, Dad, and let

me show it to Mom first, OK?

- OK.

- Now, close your eyes.

Hey, Mom!

Look!

- Good heavens!

What is it?

- It's your very own car.

- I thought you'd like it.

It isn't a Rolls Royce, but--

- No, it isn't.

- I thought it'd be perfect
for you and Dennis.

It doesn't use much gas.

- It doesn't use any gas.

- No, an electric seldom does.

- An electric?
Dennis!

Dennis, what in the world
have you-- what have you done?

- I got Mom a car.

Mrs. Courtland won the raffle
with the ticket I sold her,

and she thanked me by giving
this swell car for Mom.

- Oh, Dennis.

- Well!

- At least you tried.

- I didn't only try.

I got it.

- But Henry, what were
you talking about?

[horn honks]

- It's a few minutes
late, honey, but that's

what I was talking about.

Your new car.

- A new car?

For me?

Oh, Henry!

- Oh, you got Mom a car too?

- Yes, son.

I tell you, honey.

When your batteries run
down on your electric,

you can use your new car.

- And when you're out of gas,
you can use your electric.

- Oh!

Well, with two cars and
two men looking out for me,

I guess I needn't worry.

[theme music]

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