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I had a wonderful time, Mr. Douglas.

It's a beautiful city, isn't it?

You know, it was my first trip to Washington!

It's quite an honor for our town,

Mrs. Bradshaw, to have you elected

Mother of the Year.

Thank you.

Yes, I was very pleased.

Now come here, Chip. Take it easy.

Hurry up, Bub. MIKE: The train's pulling in now.

We're here to meet a train, not to catch one.

And-and leave Tramp right here.

Aw, but he wants to meet Dad, too.

He's met your dad.

Now, tie him to this door handle and come on.

Okay.

Do what I tell you.

Boy, "do this, do that."

You'd think I was a kid or something.

Well, we're almost home.

I imagine there'll be a committee

at the station to welcome you.

Wouldn't that be nice?

Well, looks like you're all ready

for Mother's Day, Mr. Douglas.

Oh. Well, I just thought

I'd take a few things home for the family.

Excuse me, conductor,

but do you think Miss Montaigne is going

to stop off here and autograph

any of her books?

No, ma'am.

I got orders from her secretary

not to disturb her till we get to Chicago.

Oh, I see. Thank you.

Oh, we, uh, have a authoress aboard, hmm?

Well, you remember Marissa Montaigne, don't you?

The actress? Oh, sure, I remember her.

Is she on the train?

Yes.

Yes, she's making personal appearance tours

across the country to sell copies of her autobiography.

Well, if her, uh, book is anything like her life,

it should be quite, uh, interesting.

Oh, it is.

Why, I'm only on page 15, and, well...

Well, good morning, Mrs. Nichols.

Oh, good morning, Mr. O'Casey.

Did you come down this early this morning

to welcome our Mother of the Year?

Nope, we're down to meet the father of the day.

My son-in-law's coming in this morning from a business trip.

Oh, how nice. Mm-hmm.

Well, perhaps we'll see you tonight

at the Mother's Day banquet.

Righto.

Us mothers got to stick together, you know.

Well, we're just about there.

Oh, Mrs. Bradshaw, I suppose now that you're a celebrity,

you'll be... you'll be writing a story of your life.

Well, I'm afraid writing a book

about raising a family wouldn't be very exciting.

I don't know. I think I could write one about my family

that might be exciting.

Call it Avalanches I Have Known.

Well, nice you could have the band out for me.

Well, you know, I thought for a minute

they were gonna hand you the roses.

Did you bring me something, Dad?

Yes, I did.

But you're not supposed to ask, remember?

I got something for everybody.

Here's yours, Chipper.

Oh, boy, thanks. Mike.

Thank you. And, uh, Robbie.

Thanks a lot, Dad.

And here's yours, Bub, for Mother's Day.

Aw, thanks. Now, if somebody'd only start

a Grandfather's Day, I got it made.

Yeah, two ways.

Hey, I got a present for Tramp, too.

I must have left it on the train.

I'll get it.

Well, all right, hurry up,

because the train isn't gonna be in here long.

It must be on the seat.

It's the second seat on the other side.

Brownie?!

Brownie?!

Yes, Miss Montaigne.

Didn't you hear me call you?

Well, I would have heard you call if I'd been in Chicago.

If that confounded commotion is for me,

will you kindly tell those good people

that this is the middle of the night,

and this whistle stop is not on my schedule?

The confounded commotion is not for you...

Unless you're the Mother of the Year.

Now, that's a hysterical thought.

Agreed.

Well, what is going on?

Oh, the usual Mother's Day celebration...

Band music, speeches, flowers and all that.

Oh, the quaint, barbaric, old custom.

Wake me up when this covered wagon reaches civilization,

will you?

Well, I'm glad you like it, Rob.

Did you have a nice trip, Steve?

Oh, fine.

Well, I guess you didn't know I was traveling

on the same train with a famous actress.

No. Who was it? You remember.

Marissa Montaigne.

Marissa Montaigne?

Yeah. Did you meet her?

No, no. I didn't even know she was on the train.

I just found out when we were pulling into the station. Oh.

My, uh, trip might have been

entirely different had I but known.

Oh?

You mean, she's your type, Dad?

Well, she was at one time, Mike.

I remember when she first went into pictures, Steve.

- Wasn't she a dandy? Oh. - Yeah.

Boy, they must have had wide screens, even then.

She was a real pinup girl, let me tell you.

She was?

Sure.

I remember when she first started in show business.

She did a dance and-and-and...

and wore a dress that was full of spangles and beads and...

Oh, boy, did she have 'em rolling in the aisle.

The people, I mean. Not the beads. Oh.

Well, she's come a long way since then.

Mm. Boy, you can say that again.

Well, how did she ever get to be Mother of the Year?

What?!

Oh, Mike, we're not talking about the Mother of the Year.

We're talking about Marissa Montaigne.

Oh.

Who's she?

Well, I don't know.

She's the partner of Annie Oakley.

Oh, did you know Annie Oakley, Bub?

Yeah, we went to dancing school together.

All aboard!

Oh, here comes Chip.

Oh, good.

Oh, boy, will Tramp love this!

I'm gonna try it on him right now. Good.

Did I know Annie Oakley!

Well, you did, didn't you, Bub? No.

I knew her mother.

I tied him right here. Honest, Dad.

I know you did, Chip.

Well, he can't be too far away. Tramp?

Tramp? Maybe he went home.

We got up so early, he didn't have his breakfast.

Yeah, that's probably it. Well, I'll take

one more look around the station.

I'll go with you. I'll ask at the drugstore.

Maybe they saw him. You stay here, Chipper.

Tramp? Tramp? I'll take a look around, too.

Tramp. Okay.

MIKE: Come on, boy.

Here, Tramp! Tramp!

Tramp!

Last call for breakfast.

Last call for breakfast.

If you're looking for the barbershop, Whiskers,

it's two cars down.

Brownie?!

Breakfast for two?

It's a little early for jokes, isn't it, Brownie?

Where'd he come from?

Well, I haven't had time to look up his family tree yet,

but I'd say there was a llama

mixed up in the fracas someplace.

Probably several.

Get this misplaced mongrel out of here, will you, Brownie?

Would you mind getting off my nightgown, please?

Thank you.

I'll check our reservations.

Maybe we have his room.

Stop horsing around, Brownie.

He obviously belongs to somebody on the train.

Now, call the porter and get him out of here.

Okay.

Come on now, Chip, and eat your lunch, will you?

No, thanks, Bub.

I don't want to eat... Not till we find Tramp.

Well, you know they're gonna find him.

Your dad and Robbie and Mike are out looking for him now.

I bet they found him right now.

Hello, Steve.

Oh, uh, uh, pardon me, uh, Mrs. Nichols.

Well, I just wanted to remind you

you haven't picked up your tickets

for the Mother's Day banquet tonight, Mr. O'Casey.

Mother's Day banquet?

Oh, yes, yes.

Well, uh, I'll send somebody over for them.

I'm not going to any Mother's Day banquet.

We'll need, uh, five tickets.

Four.

Five.

Five tickets?!

Oh, that's wonderful!

I knew I could count on the Douglases.

What's that?

That lovely, sweet dog is missing?!

Oh, dear.

Well-Well, now, wait just a minute, Mr. O'Casey.

My Ways and Means Committee are not busy,

a-a-and perhaps they could go out and look for Tramp.

Well, we certainly appreciate that, Mrs. Nichols.

Thanks a million.

Good-bye.

You don't happen to know the Dalmatians, do you, sweetie?

Very old friends of the family.

Oh, you do.

I don't mind going to any Father's Day banquet,

but us guys going to a Mother's Day thing sure is dumb.

What are you kicking about, Chip?

I'm the one that has to wear

the violet corsage.

Huh?

Well, I didn't mean that, uh, uh, really.

The Women's Club is actually doing something for you.

They're all going out and look for Tramp.

Yeah, but he hasn't even got his collar on.

Just suppose someone picks him up that doesn't know him!

Just anybody could.

No, I don't think so, Chip.

Uh, Tramp's a pretty smart dog.

I don't think he'd let just anybody pick him up.

All right, then, how about speaking, huh?

Speak?

Nothing.

No wonder you're lost, Whiskers.

You don't speak, sit up, shake... nothing.

Really, sweetie,

I thought tricks were part of basic training.

I've checked everybody on the train, Miss Montaigne.

Nobody knows anything about a dog.

Which means you could be responsible for him.

You'll never get rid of him feeding him from your plate.

I will if he's any judge of food.

Chicago.

Next stop, Chicago.

Chicago.

Next stop, Chicago.

Maybe I should have the porter call the dog pound.

They could have somebody meet us here.

Brownie, I have no intention whatsoever

of sitting in a drafty station

with an overgrown ragamuffin of a mongrel

and waiting for a dogcatcher.

And you can just bet your...

Oh, no, Mr. O'Casey,

I'm afraid none of our ladies have seen Tramp.

And I've had reports from seven out of eight precincts.

Well, thanks, anyway.

Oh, wait just a moment, Mr. O'Casey.

Mrs. Barnes from the eighth precinct just walked in.

Oh, no.

Oh, that's wonderful!

Where did you find him?

She found him?

No, not Tramp, Mr. O'Casey... Mr. Barnes.

He's been missing for three weeks.

Isn't it wonderful how good things happen from bad?

Sure.

Well, give Mrs. Barnes my congratulations.

And Mr. Barnes, too.

I think.

What a mob at that station.

I thought they never would stop staring.

They've probably never seen a dog

wearing a sable scarf before.

He was scared and shaking.

So was I.

You're not on your way to the animal shelter.

Well, if it'll get me a sable scarf, you can keep

lover boy here and leave me there.

Hi, Mike.

Any luck?

Nope, and I have checked everyplace.

Even Tramp's old girlfriends.

If they've seen him, they're not talking.

Where's Chip? He left.

And he says he's not coming back till he finds Tramp.

We're not crowding you.

Driver, how much farther is it?

Another five blocks, Miss Montaigne.

What's this hotel for dogs like?

It's no Waldorf Astoria.

They do feed the animals, I presume.

Sure. If he'll eat.

Of course, he might grieve.

I wish you'd say something.

All right.

It was very nice of the governor

to put a car and a driver at our disposal

for the entire day.

That's not what I meant.

Do you think that Whiskers here will grieve?

Well, he grieved himself

through three orders of eggs Benedict this morning.

Then he'll do okay.

Unless... Unless what?

Look, Miss Montaigne... all I know is that if you got a dog

and if he's got no collar and tag,

then this is the place for him.

And maybe someday, somebody'll come along

and see him and like him.

And maybe they won't.

And if they don't, then what?

Well, we all gotta go sometime.

There it is.

Hey, you guys.

Dad just called from the drugstore.

He says someone thinks they saw Tramp

get on the train this morning. The train?

Yeah. I'll bet he tried to follow Chip on.

How about that.

Anyhow, Dad's wired ahead to all the stations.

Gee, I hope he didn't jump off someplace.

Yeah, or get thrown off.

No telling what kind of trouble

that fool dog will get himself into.

You know, he's never been away from home before.

Yeah, he's probably really scared.

Yes, and hungry.

And lonely.

Poor Tramp.

Room service?

Miss Montaigne would like three filet mignons.

That's right, three.

Two cartons of milk.

And a box of dog biscuits.

And a box of dog biscuits.

Let's skip the snappy remarks and just

take the order, shall we?

A strike?!

Oh, no!

You lumbering knucklehead!

That ball was so far out, you'd need a skyhook to get it back!

And right away... This is an emergency.

Strike two?!

Said they'd send up a Saint Bernard with the first course.

That pitch was practically in orbit!

Miss Montaigne's suite.

Yes.

I see.

Mm-hmm. Well, just a minute, please.

Do you remember that sweet, barbaric custom

you were talking about this morning?

One out and bases loaded.

The one with the speeches and the music and the flowers?

What about it?

Well, they have those things here, too.

The president of the Women's Club

wants you to be guest of honor tonight

at the Mother's Day banquet.

I'm not a mother.

Come on, now!

Let's play ball.

Neither is the governor, but he's going.

Well, what does the governor going got to do with me?

He's your escort.

You go with him.

Miss Montaigne will be delighted to accept.

Brownie, I told you, I am not going anywhere with th...

Strike three?!

This is baseball, not croquet, you knucklehead.

Why don't you come up here, where you can see what's

going on?

Attaboy, Whiskers, welcome to the team.

You know, for an old renegade,

you're not as stupid as you look.

Of course, you could do with a little knowledge of manners.

And chewing up the mayor's ten- page welcoming speech this noon

wasn't exactly a good beginning.

I must say, I got a little nervous up on that platform,

watching you nose around that potted palm.

But it was sweet of you to dig it up

and drop it at my feet.

Well, what are you waiting for, an engraved invitation?

Well, that's about the loppiest-eared, shaggiest face

I've ever seen.

And you don't look so good, either.

You know somethin', Whiskers?

This is the first day I haven't remembered to be lonely.

Isn't that something?

After all these years, I'm finally a mother.

Miss Montaigne.

Brownie, I have asked you not to creep up on me

like that.

This just came for you.

It's from the railway station.

They've found the owner of lover boy here.

So, your name's Tramp.

That figures.

I'll bet he makes a habit of running away like that

all the time.

The name and address are right there.

I can read, Brownie.

It's the town we went through this morning.

Probably half a dozen trains

stop at that one-horse station every day.

I don't see why you had to pick mine.

You going to take him back?

Naturally.

You don't think I want to get stuck

with this ungrateful, miserable canine beatnik, do you?

I wanted you to stop a minute

so I could see the number on this telegram.

I only hope the governor understands

this rather unusual detour, Miss Montaigne.

You leave the governor to me.

You find 837 Mill Street.

Of course, we have one thing in our favor.

We do? Mm.

The governor loves dogs.

♪ ♪

Tramp!

Come here, Tramp!

Whiskers! Oh, Tramp!

Come back here.

Oh, gosh, did I miss ya.

Hey, look, Tramp.

I got a new leash and a collar, too.

Big old dumb dog, you.

Well, you better hang on to him

after this, so he doesn't get lost again.

Did you find my dog?

Let's just say he found me.

Are you one of the ladies from the Women's Club?

Me?

The Women's Club?

Do I look like I might be?

You look like a lady.

Thanks.

Bub said they were out all day

looking for him. Who's Bub?

He's my grandpa.

He takes care of me.

I see.

Well, you be sure and thank the Women's Club for finding Tramp,

will you?

I'll do more than that.

I'll even go to their clunky Mother's Day banquet tonight.

So will I.

Well, good-bye.

You dumb old dog, you.

Bye!

Come on, Tramp, let's go home.

Oh, boy, Dad, he's back!

Tramp's home. I found him! Tramp.

Well, it's good to see ya. Hey, Tramp's home!

Well, where have you been?

We thought you were on a train ride.

You've been right around here all the time, huh?

Good boy. Where'd you find him, Chipper?

Hi! A lady found him just a few blocks from...

Well, where was he? Well, good.

Tramp! A-A lady found him. What was her name, Chip?

Hi! I forgot, Dad.

But she belongs to the Women's Club. Hello!

Well, then we'll find out what her name is tonight.

Boy, it's good to see ya. Hey, doesn't he look kind of thin, Dad?

I don't think so. Oh, poor fella.

He probably hasn't eaten all day. No telling where he's been.

Yeah! Well, maybe you better take him in

and give him something to eat. Go on. Yeah.

Hey, come on, Tramp. How about some hamburger, Bub?

Come on, Tramp. Yeah, but just once, you know.

His stomach's not used to delicacies. Okay.

Now, you-you kids get dressed.

Remember, we're going to the banquet. Okay.

Well, I thought maybe he was gone for good.

Well, it'd be just like losing a member of the family.

Yeah. Oh, here... I, uh, bought you something you can read

during your spare time. During my spare time?

When do I get any spare time to do...?

Well, just in case you do,

it's Marissa Montaigne's autobiography.

Oh. I saw it in the drugstore

when I was making those phone calls

to the railroad stations. Hmm.

I guess I never told you, Bub,

but during the war, the bomber I flew was named after her.

Oh, I didn't know that. She was, uh, kind of our lucky charm.

So, I thought the least I could do was buy her book.

Yeah. I understand it's kind of spicy.