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- Oh, of course you can have them delivered here, Eloise.
No, it won't be any trouble at-- we'd better not
discuss it anymore, Eloise.
You-know-who just walked in.
I'll talk to you tomorrow.
- Was that Mrs. Wilson?
- Yes.
- Every time I come in and you're talking to her on the phone,
you say, here comes you-know-who,
and then you hang up.
What's going on between you and Mrs. Wilson?
- Dennis.
- Oh, hi, Dad.
I didn't know you were home.
- What did you think was holding up this paper?
- Dennis, I don't want to hurt your feelings,
but if I wanted you to know what Mrs. Wilson and I were
talking about, I'd tell you.
- That's right, Dennis.
You've got to learn not to ask about things
that are none of your business.
- Yes, sir.
But how will I know if they're none of my business
if I don't ask what they are.
[theme music]
- Oh, Eloise, they're darling.
Does Mr. Wilson suspect anything?
- Not a thing.
- Well, he'd be surprised.
Oh, they certainly bring back memories.
Remind me of the first thing I knitted for Dennis.
- You don't think the bows are too much?
- Oh, no, I think it's cute.
- Well, it could fit better.
But a baby bootie pattern was the closest thing I could find.
They don't make a pattern for golf club covers.
Oh, I hope John likes his present.
- Oh, Eloise, it's a wonderful gift.
- Of course, the golf clubs were Dr. Johnson's idea.
He thinks John should take up golf for the exercise.
- You don't think it's a little late for him to learn?
- Dr. Johnson doesn't think so.
- Well, between the golf clubs and the party,
he's certainly going to be surprised.
- Yes, especially since I promised him
I wouldn't even mention his birthday to anyone.
He stopped celebrating them years ago.
Oh, dear.
What's the matter?
I'm afraid I'm going to run out of wool.
I simply have to have enough to finish this
before John's surprise party tonight.
- Oh, I'm sure the knit shop is still open.
Oh, Eloise, I don't see how you've managed it.
I'd never have been able to keep a secret like this from Henry.
Not with Dennis around.
By now the whole neighborhood would know about it.
DENNIS (OFFSCREEN): Mom!
Hi, Mrs. Wilson.
Hi, Mom.
- Hello, dear.
Dennis, I thought you were playing baseball.
The game's over.
My team won, 27 to nothing.
- So soon?
- We only played one inning.
Oh, boy!
Are these what you got Mr. Wilson for his birthday?
- Yes, Dennis, but they're supposed to be a surprise,
so please don't mention it to him.
- I won't.
Gee, now I know what to get him-- a golf ball.
- Well, Dennis, Mr. Wilson doesn't celebrate his birthday.
- Then why are you giving him the surprise party?
- Dennis, how did you know about that?
- Oh, I found the birthday cake Mrs. Wilson
left in our refrigerator.
- Dennis, you're not going to say one word
to Mr. Wilson about either the clubs or the surprise party.
- I won't, Mom.
Hey, what are these?
- Just something Mrs. Wilson's knitting.
- Who for?
- Dennis, you know too much already.
Now stop asking questions
- Dennis, would you like to run an errand for me?
- Well, I was going to go roller-skating.
- It's worth a quarter.
- Hey, I could use that toward buying the golf ball.
What do you want me to do?
- Well, go down to the knit shop and get
it another skein of wool like this.
Tell Mrs. Gallagher to charge it.
- What about the quarter?
You gonna charge that, too?
- Dennis, Mrs. Wilson will pay you the quarter as
soon as you come back with the wool.
Now scoot!
- OK, Mom.
- Baby booties?
DENNIS (OFFSCREEN): Yeah.
That's why Mrs. Wilson needs the wool.
- Boy, you know what that means.
- No, what?
- Whenever my mom knits baby booties,
I get a new brother or sister.
- Jeepers, you mean Mr. and Mrs. Wilson?
- Sure.
Why else would she be knitting them?
- I guess that's why I'm a only child.
My mother doesn't know how to knit.
- Mine sure does.
- Jeepers, Tommy, this complicates things.
I was going to get Mr. Wilson a golf ball.
But under the circumstances, I ought
to get him something bigger.
- How about a basketball?
- Hey, I know what I ought to give him-- a box of cigars.
But they're pretty expensive.
- Hey, I know where you can make a couple of dollars.
- Oh, boy, where?
- Mr. Fleckner.
He pays $2 for every lead.
- Wow, come on.
Let's go find him.
- Yeah!
- Where do you think you're going?
- With you.
I want to make $2, too.
- Seymour, your mother's calling you.
- She is?
Boy, you sure got good ears.
She's in Philadelphia visiting my grandmother.
- Now let me get this straight, Dennis.
Mr. And Mrs. John Wilson?
- That's right, Mr. Fleckner.
They live right next door to me.
- Well, thanks for the lead, Dennis.
- How about the $2, Mr. Fleckner?
- Oh, yeah.
- Gee, thanks.
- Don't forget.
If you have any more leads, let me know.
BOTH: We sure will, Mr. Fleckner.
- I gotta get going now.
See you later.
- Bye, Tommy.
- Well, I do hope you can make it, Dr. Johnson.
I'm trying to arrange for another doctor
to fill in for me at the hospital.
I'll call you the moment I know.
- Well, I'm counting on you, Doctor.
Bye.
- Will he be able to make it?
- Well, I hope so.
It wouldn't be a surprise party without Dr. Johnson.
- And his famous spaghetti.
Mmm.
- I do wish Dennis would hurry back with that wool.
- I can't imagine what's keeping him.
- Mr. Fleckner pays $2 for leads.
- I'm sorry, Dennis, my company doesn't do anything like that.
- Oh.
- The best I can do is offer you a bottle of milk.
- Chocolate? - Chocolate.
- It's a deal.
Their name is Mr. and Mrs. John Wilson.
They live right next door to me.
Hey, Mr. Wilson!
- Oh, hi, Dennis.
- Congratulations.
- Congratulations?
I didn't think you knew.
- Oh, you can't keep a thing like that a secret.
- Oh, that Eloise.
She promised she wouldn't say anything this year.
- Oh, she didn't tell me.
I didn't realize it till Tommy told me.
[phone ringing]
- Tommy? How did--
- Your phone's ringing, Mr. Wilson.
See you later.
[phone ringing]
- Eloise?
Eloise!
Why doesn't she stay home and answer the phone
instead of running all over town blabbing about my birthday?
Hello?
- Hello, John, this is Doc Johnson.
Let me talk to Eloise.
- Well, she's not a home.
She's-- [doorbell rings]
- Oh, there's somebody at the front door.
It's probably her.
She's always forgetting her key.
Hold on.
- Yes?
- Mr. Wilson?
Is Mrs. Wilson at home?
- No, she's not.
I'm from the Daisy Dairy, the Family Dairy.
You can always depend on our certified milk.
- I'm glad to hear it.
But what would we need certified milk for?
- You don't know?
- Know what?
- Oh, I guess the husband is always the last one to know.
It was the same at my house, until the man
from the didee service came to the door.
- What are you talking about?
- Just give this card to Mrs. Wilson.
And remember our slogan-- "Fresh from the cow to you."
- Hello, Dr. Johnson, are you still there?
Yeah, well, I'm sorry, but that wasn't Eloise.
- Could you give her a message for me?
MR. WILSON (ON PHONE): Sure.
- Tell her everything's all arranged at the hospital.
- What's arranged?
What hospital?
- You'll find out in due time.
- Find out what?
Doc? Doc?
[doorbell rings]
- Eloise, why don't you-- oh.
- Mr. Wilson?
Is Mrs. Wilson home?
- No, she's not.
- Well, I'm with the Dandee Didee Service.
You know, "If It Isn't a Dandee, It Isn't a Didee"?
- No, I didn't know.
- Just tell Mrs. Wilson that when she needs us, if she'll please
give us a call.
- Now why would she need a didee service?
- Oh, you don't know.
- Know what?
- I'll bet I've broken the news to 50%
of the husbands in this town.
- What news?
- You'd better ask Mrs. Wilson.
- Certified milk?
Didee service?
Hospital?
Anyone would think Eloise was going to have a-- ridiculous.
Maybe I'd better call Dr. Johnson.
- This is the only blue wool I have, Eloise.
I thought it might match.
- Oh, thanks, but-- oh.
Mrs. Gallagher would have to run out
of the shade I need at a time like this.
- Well, she said she's expecting another shipment
and she'll call you as soon as she gets it.
- Good.
- Dr. Frederick Johnson.
311-555-4579.
3, 1, 1-- Numbers, numbers, numbers.
[phone ringing]
Hello? No.
No, she isn't.
Oh, the knit shop?
Yes, yes. I'll give her a message.
What is it?
You have found a ball of wool for the what
that she's knitting?
The-- baby booties?
Baby booties.
Baby booties?
- Hello, John. Hello?
Dr. Frederick Johnson?
311-555-4579?
Why is Eloise knitting baby booties?
- You'll find out in due time.
- Oh, this is just dandy.
- If it isn't a dandee, it isn't a didee.
- What are you talking about?
- Oh, you don't know.
- The husband is always last to know.
- Know what?
- That Daisy Dairy delivers certified milk
fresh from the cow to you.
[cow moos]
[cow moos]
- It's a cow!
- No, it's a boy.
- Daddy!
- Dennis!
Dennis.
Dennis!
- Mr. Wilson!
Mr. Wilson, are you all right?
I looked in the window and I saw you lying on the floor!
What happened?
- I-- I don't know.
I-- I was on the telephone, and-- the woman
from the knit shop!
- About the wool for the booties Mrs. Wilson's knitting?
- What do you know about them?
- Aw, maybe I better not say anything.
It might be part of the surprise.
- I hate surprises!
- Now John, what are you talking about?
- About what you are knitting.
- Dennis.
- Now don't blame Dennis.
The woman from knit shop called.
Eloise, why didn't you tell me?
- I wanted it to be a surprise.
- Believe me, it's the greatest surprise I've ever had.
- Oh, I'm glad you like the idea.
- Like it?
I love it!
- Oh!
It was Dr. Johnson's idea.
He thought it would be a good thing.
- Dr. Johnson's i-- oh.
Oh, by the way, he telephoned and said
everything's been arranged at the hospital.
- Oh, did he say anything else?
- No.
- Good.
Then you don't know about the rest of the surprise.
- No, I-- Eloise, what do you mean, the rest of the surprise?
- You'll find out.
- Oh, Eloise.
- Mr. Wilson, any time you need a babysitter,
I'll give you a special rate.
- Thank you, Dennis.
Thank you.
Look.
Baby booties.
Aren't they cute?
Look at those adorable bows.
- Wait till you see the other pair.
- What other pair?
- Mrs. Wilson's knitting two pair.
That's why she needed more wool.
- Two pairs of baby booties?
Rest of the surprise.
Twins! [thud]
- Mr. Wilson!
- Twins.
Twins, oh, no.
No.
No!
I-- Doc, what are you doing here?
- Eloise called me.
We had to carry you upstairs.
You let her carry me?
- Well, I couldn't do it myself.
I told you to go on a diet.
Roll over.
- You're-- what are you going to do with that knitting needle?
Er, hypodermic needle?
- Roll over.
- Oh.
Doc?
Doc, when is it going to happen?
- Right now.
- No, I don't mean that.
I mean-- [yells]
- That didn't hurt, did it?
- Doc, I-- I want to talk to you.
- Not now.
- But Doc.
- No talking.
- Doc!
- Later.
Right now I want you to get some sleep.
- Oh, that miserable-- ooh! Oh!
- Oh, I'm glad he's all right, Eloise.
Oh, by the way, I thought your idea was so cute
that I decided to knit some covers for Henry's golf clubs,
too.
Mm-hm. Bye.
- Hey, Mom?
ALICE MITCHELL (OFFSCREEN): In here, dear.
- Say, Mom, I--
- What do you want, Dennis?
- Nothing, Mom.
See you later!
[door slams]
- There you are, Dennis.
You made quite a haul today-- $4.
- Yeah, business is booming.
- What do you hope it'll be?
A brother or sister?
- It doesn't make any difference to me. $2 is $2.
Now I can get Mr. Wilson a good birthday present!
Bye, Mr. Fleckner.
- Bye.
[doorbell rings]
ALICE MITCHELL (OFFSCREEN): Henry,
could you please see who that is?
- OK, honey.
- Hi, Mr. Mitchell.
- Uh, hi.
- You don't remember me?
- Well, I'm sorry, I-- oh, Dandee Didee Service.
- That's right, Mr. Fleckner.
- [laughs] I don't know how I could forget you.
Why, until you came by to sell us your service,
I didn't even know I was going to become a father.
- Happens all the time.
- Well, it's good to see you.
What can I do for you?
- Oh, it's not what you can do for me.
It's what I can do for you-- give you
the best service in town.
- Well, fine, but what do I need your service for?
- You don't know?
- Know what? - Oh!
I've done it again.
Here's my car.
Tell Mrs. Mitchell to call when she needs us.
- Done it again?
Dandee Didee Service!
Oh!
[thud]
- What is it, Doctor?
- Looks like the same thing John Wilson has.
Must be some kind of a virus going around.
- It isn't a virus.
- Take it easy, Henry.
You'll be all right.
Oh, gosh, I've got to pick up that spaghetti
before the market closes.
See you at the party later, Alice.
- All right, Doctor, thank you for coming.
- Alice--
- Henry, you heard what the doctor said.
- Alice, why didn't you tell me?
- Tell you what?
- A fine thing, just like the last time.
I had to find it out from the didee service man.
- Find out what?
- That I'm about to become a father.
- Oh dear, I'd better get the doctor.
Henry, where on Earth did you get an idea like that?
- Well, I told you, the didee service man.
- Well, then where did he get an idea like that?
- Hi, Mom.
Hi, Dad.
Boy, look what I got Mr. Wilson-- a box
of cigars for his birthday.
Boy, they sure cost a lot.
$4.
- $4?
- Yeah.
Now I'll have to start saving to get you a box.
- Dennis, where did you get $4?
- From Mr. Fleckner, the didee service man.
He pays you for leads.
- Then you gave him our name.
- Yes, sir.
- Why?
- Well, you were knitting a bootie,
an Tommy told me that his mother always
knits a bootie just before they have a new baby.
- Oh, no.
- So I told Mr. Fleckner, and he paid me $2 for the lead.
- But where did you get the other $2?
- I gave him another lead.
- Who?
- Mrs. Wilson.
- Oh, no!
- Oh!
What gave Dennis the idea that Eloise was having a baby?
- It was all in his imagination.
Eloise was knitting booties, but they weren't really
baby booties.
They just looked like baby booties.
- But what were they?
- Baby booties.
- Yeah, and whenever Tommy's mother knits baby booties--
- Dennis. - Let me show you.
Now see?
Baby bootie.
One of John Wilson's new golf clubs.
Put baby bootie on golf club.
Presto, we have a golf club cover.
- Say, that's a clever idea.
- I thought so too.
That's why I decided to start knitting a set for your clubs.
- Gee, now I'll have to return the cigars
and give Mr. Fleckner his money back.
- I'm afraid you will, Dennis.
- You see, Dennis, that's what comes
from jumping to conclusions.
I hope you've learned something from this.
- I sure have.
You just can't depend on grown-ups.
- Oh!
[laughter]
- Oh no!
- That's exactly what I said.
- Oh, poor John.
No wonder he fainted.
- Well, a lot of men react that way.
- You didn't?
- I had a virus.
You heard what the doctor said.
- Oh, poor John.
Oh, I hate to think of breaking the news to him when
he wakes up.
- He's still sleeping?
- Like a baby.
I'd better not use that word.
[laughter] - Hi.
MRS. WILSON (OFFSCREEN): Oh, good, you made it.
- Got the pasta, folks.
How you feeling, Henry?
- Fine, thanks.
- John's still asleep, Doctor?
- We'll wake him up after everybody comes.
It's going to be a real surprise.
- In more ways than one.
- Now come on, let's get the spaghetti started!
- Well, what do you need? - Well, first, a big pot.
- Right.
HENRY MITCHELL (OFFSCREEN): Can I do anything to help you, Doc?
DR. JOHNSON (OFFSCREEN): Yes, help
me move this table under the light
so I can see what I'm doing.
This is a very delicate operation.
MRS. WILSON (OFFSCREEN): How's this, Doctor?
- No, no.
Oh, I should have brought along my nurse.
She always knows exactly what to do.
Alice, make sure you get a big pot, the biggest
one you can find.
We need a lot of boiling water.
Hurry!
- Just put in the candles.
Don't sample.
- Where are the canned tomatoes?
- Oh, right over here.
- Hi, everybody.
- Hello, dear.
- Where's Mr. Wilson?
- He's asleep.
- I wanted to give him his birthday present.
- I thought you returned those cigars, son.
- I did, and I gave Mr. Fleckner his money back.
And he gave me this to give Mr. Wilson for his birthday
'cause they just had eight of them.
- Eight of what?
- Of these.
- [gasp] Oh, isn't it adorable?
And so tiny!
- Oh, let me hold it.
- Is it a boy or a girl?
DR. JOHNSON (OFFSCREEN): It's a boy.
MRS. WILSON (OFFSCREEN): Look at those soulful eyes.
They remind me of John.
DR. JOHNSON (OFFSCREEN): He looks
like a healthy little character.
HENRY MITCHELL (OFFSCREEN): He's sure
going to look funny when he starts walking around
the neighborhood with those big floppy ears
dragging on the ground.
[thud]
- Hi, Mr. Wilson!
How was the party?
Were you surprised?
- I certainly was when I woke up this morning
and found that Dr. Johnson had given me a shot
and I slept through the whole thing.
On my stomach.
- Didn't you even get any birthday cake?
- No, no, I didn't.
But I see you did.
- Yeah, Mrs. Wilson just gave me a piece.
- Dennis, I want to thank you for that wonderful birthday
present.
Gee, he sure is cute.
- Yeah, I'm sorry I couldn't give you the present
that I wanted to, but I had to give
Mr. Fleckner the money back.
- I understand.
And I'm sorry I couldn't cooperate.
- Me too.
The man said they were real good cigars.
- I don't doubt it.
And I would've been proud to give them out.
- You could have given them in honor of your new puppy.
- Well, a puppy isn't quite the same thing, Dennis.
- Well, don't feel bad, Mr. Wilson.
It isn't as if you don't have any children.
I live right next door.
- That's right.
So you do.
And if I had a son, I want him to be just like you, Dennis.
Dennis!
If you ever come in this yard again-- Chocolate.
[laughter]
[theme music]
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