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What is that?

Sounds like a runaway garbage disposal.

Yeah, but we don't have a garbage disposal.

Fine time in the morning for an air raid.

Sounds like it's coming from the back.

Yeah. Yeah.

Hey, it's in the garage.

Wait, Mike.

"Do not open door. Enter through side."

"Restricted area. Keep out."

Robbie, turn that off!

Shut it off!

Shut that motor off!

Shut that darn thing... Shut the motor off!

Thanks.

What's everybody hollering for?

Rob, do you know what time it is? It's 6:00.

In the morning.

Well, what's everybody doing up so early?

That's what we're doing up so early.

Oh, I was just retiming the motor.

Well, next time, retime the time when you retime the motor.

What'd I say?

Robbie, do you like living in this neighborhood?

Well, sure, Dad.

Well, then you're going to have to stop revving up this motor

during the middle of the night

or we're going to be asked to move.

But, Dad, next Saturday's the air meet

and I've got a lot of work to do on this thing.

Well, then do it during respectable hours.

Hey, where's my car?

Oh, I had to push it down the driveway.

I had to have some room to work in.

You what?!

Now cut it out, you two.

As long as we're all up so early,

let's get breakfast. That's a good idea.

How about some mush and honey, Bub?

Uh, blueberry pancakes for me.

I'll just have some ham and eggs, Bub.

And I suppose you want some crepe suzette

with apple pan dowdy.

Sure. What is it?

It's oatmeal, and that's what we're all going to have.

Oh, Dad, could you drop me off at Pop Johnson's?

I have to get some new glow plugs.

Pop Johnson?

Yeah, he's a guy.

Oh. Sure.

Fill 'er up, Pop.

Sure you can afford it?

Yeah, I sold a bunch of bottles.

How much?

That'll be eight cents.

Thank you.

Real neat, isn't it, Roly?

It sure is.

You entered in the meet?

Yep.

What you flying?

My 020 Stinger.

Your Stinger?

Well, I souped it up.

Yeah, but it's still going to be nowhere as good

as this new Cobra.

Robbie Douglas bought a bigger engine

and he's modifying his Cessna Trainer.

No kidding?

What's he doing to it?

Oh, I don't know. A bunch of secret stuff.

He won't even let anybody see it.

Oh, hi, Robbie.

Hi, Joey. Hi, Roly.

Hi, Rob.

Pop, can I have two glow plugs, please? Uh-huh.

You better hurry, Roly, you'll miss the second bell.

Well, I was wondering, Mr. Johnson,

if maybe I could buy this Cobra on credit?

Well, how much of a down payment can you make?

Well, I thought maybe you might take my 020.

It's only got three hours.

Well, that's kind of obsolete now.

I might allow you a dollar and a half,

but that still leaves a balance of $10.50.

How you gonna pay it?

Well... well, I thought maybe

I could sweep up your store, straighten stock, anything.

My boy Shelby does that.

Well, Mr. West promised me a job at the market,

delivering groceries after school.

It'd take time, but I'd pay, Mr. Johnson,

I promise.

And you can even charge me interest.

You want to win that meet awfully bad, don't you, Roly?

I sure do.

It's the only way I'll ever get to college.

There goes the second bell.

Well, what do you say, Mr. Johnson?

You got a deal, son.

Oh, thanks, Mr. Johnson.

And without interest.

Chip, the planes today are a joke

compared to those old Jennys we flew

in World War I.

To step into one of those babies,

you had to have moxie.

Jeepers, did you fly one of those?

Heck, no.

What do you think I am, a chowderhead or something?

Who was in World War I besides you?

Well, there was me

and a fella named Black Jack Pershing,

and a lady called "Mademoiselle from Armentieres."

And every time you looked up,

there was a new dogfight going on.

And speaking of dogfights,

you better go out in the backyard and get Tramp,

before that dog out there gives him a fat lip.

Tramp never gets hurt.

The other dogs bite and bite,

but all they get is a mouthful of hair.

Oh, yeah?

Hi, Roly. Hi, Chip.

Hi. Roly.

Got you working, I see. Yes, sir.

Do you mind stacking that canned good stuff

up in the garage?

I'm stocking up on all that stuff while it's on sale.

Oh, sure, I'd be glad to, Mr. O'Casey.

Thanks.

Well, who won the dogfight?

Freddy Jasper's cat.

Put those eggs in the icebox, will ya?

Okay.

Learn to fight, will ya?

Hey, what are you doing in here?

Well, I was just stacking these cans for your grandpa.

Under this bench? Well, yeah. He...

Oh, yeah, don't give me any of that baloney.

You were sneaking a look at my plane, weren't you?

No, no, I wasn't.

This can rolled under there.

Boy, there's nothing worse than a guy that snoops

on another guy's junk.

I wasn't snooping. Yes, you were.

Here, here. What's going on here?

I caught this guy spying on my plane.

This can rolled under there, Mr. O'Casey,

and I just went to get it.

Yeah, he said he was putting away some cans for you.

That's right, he is.

Oh.

Well, gee, Bub, what's the sense of me putting up

a restricted sign if you're just going to send everybody in here?

I didn't see any sign.

Oh.

I'm sorry, Robbie, but you owe Roly an apology.

How do I know he didn't sneak a look anyway?

Because he said he didn't.

And he's a pilot the same as you.

You know what a pilot's motto is.

What is it, Bub?

Oh, I don't know.

But there must be some pretty noble stuff in it.

Now you apologize to Roly.

All right, I apologize.

But Saturday, I'm gonna fly the pants off you.

That's some apology.

Here, Roly. Here's a quarter.

Now go on, buy yourself a jet.

Thanks, Mr. O'Casey.

You're welcome.

I don't know, Bub,

I still think that guy came in just to...

I don't care what you think.

You've got all the gentlemanly instincts of a water buffalo.

And if I didn't have a mulligan stew on the fire,

I could think of a lot of other things to tell you.

Beat it, will ya, Chip?

I got a lot of work to do.

How come I can't stay?

I don't know what I'm looking at.

Okay, just don't touch anything.

Then I made him apologize to Roly.

Can you hand me the salt?

You know, Bub, it isn't like Robbie to act like that.

He's really got his mind-set

on winning that scholarship to Hartford Tech.

I thought all this model plane flying

was just a hobby with him.

I had no idea he wanted to make a career

in aerodynamics.

He might be good in this field, at that.

Yeah, well, don't count on it.

Last summer, it was nuclear submarines.

We had that sink loaded with dead halibut

around here for weeks,

so he could study their "streamlining."

I'd like to see him stick to aerodynamics.

We could use all the technical talent we can get.

So could I.

Put the soup plates out, will ya?

Yeah.

Uh-uh-uh-uh.

Halt. Who the heck goes there?

It's me... a dirty spy.

You can't go in there unless you're cleared.

Now listen, Mr. Top Security,

you tell your flyboy if he doesn't show up for chow

in ten minutes, he won't be able to sit on his landing strip.

And that goes for you, too.

Every time we're starting to have fun, we have to eat.

I didn't know what to do.

First the left wing goes off,

and then in a couple of seconds

the right wing goes.

Boy, what'd you do then?

Well, with both wings gone,

I just grabbed the drumstick

and a couple pieces of white meat.

I wasn't going to be left at the post.

Well, Robbie, is your plane all tuned up

for the air meet on Saturday?

Yeah, just about, Dad.

The bypass ports need a little working on.

It'd be a wonderful thing if you could win, Rob.

Hartford Tech's a fine school.

Who wants to go to Hartford Tech?

What?

They don't even have a football team.

But if you should win...

What about that scholarship?

Well, I've decided to cash it in

on something decent.

Something decent? Like what?

Well, like money.

Hey, I didn't know you could cash it in.

Yeah, Pop Johnson said I could.

It's a regular bond.

I think it's supposed to be used

for an educational fund at Hartford.

You're talking like he's already got the contest won.

He's got some pretty stiff competition.

Rob, you haven't changed your mind

about going to college, have you?

No, heck no, Dad.

It's just that I don't want to go to Hartford.

It's about as ding-a-ling as you can get.

Hartford is ding-a-ling?

Yeah, you got to get straight "A's."

It's... well, it's strictly for eggheads.

Like Roly Bates, huh?

Yeah, if he had the chance of winning.

Roland Bates... I don't know him, do I?

It's not Roland, Dad, it's Roly.

Short for roly-poly.

Oh, I take it he's a little plump.

What's his real name?

Uh, Harold, I think; but nobody calls him that.

Don't you think maybe it's time you did?

Heck, Dad, he wouldn't know I meant him.

You got your flight pattern all set for the meet?

Yeah. I'll show you what I'm gonna do.

First, I'm gonna start off with a vertical rise, see?

See?

Then I'll do maybe a couple loops...

Hey, Robbie. Into a vertical...

Robbie, come over here and clean this up.

I'm sorry.

Come on over here and clean it up!

I'm going to my room.

I don't want to say anything

that a nice, loveable grandfather shouldn't say

to a knot-headed grandson.

Hello.

Hey, Chip, get off the phone, will ya?

Where are you?

I'm upstairs. Now get off the phone.

You. I got to call Sudsy.

Yeah, well, I got to call Dad, and I got the phone first.

What do you got to call Dad for?

I want to ask him to pick me up a prop at Pop Johnson's

on his way home.

Now get lost, will ya?

You passed it on your way home from school.

How come you didn't get it?

Because I didn't.

Now, look, Chip, you better get off the phone

before I come down there and clobber you one.

You just want Dad to get it, so he'll pay for it.

If it's any of your business,

I'll pay him back when I win the contest.

Yeah, sure.

Look, Chip, I'm telling you for the last time.

Okay, okay, okay.

Boy, when I get to be a dad,

I'm sure not going let my kids pull stuff like that on me.

May I help you, sir?

Oh, yeah.

I want a, uh, five-inch prop, three-pitch.

Yes, sir. How much are they?

They're 25 cents, sir. Okay.

Are you flying in the meet?

Am I flying in the meet?

Well, I just might.

You look over 14 to me.

I do, huh?

Vitamins.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

Is your name Johnson?

Yes, sir.

I'm Charlie Bates, Harold's father.

Oh, yes. Roly.

What's the idea of taking my kid for $12.00?

Take?

Why, that was a fine motor I sold your boy, Mr. Bates.

But you had no right.

There's a lot of other things he can do with that money

besides flying these stupid little planes.

Well, these stupid little planes, Mr. Bates,

might be the means of getting your boy into college.

College?

We'll be lucky if we can scrape up enough money

to keep him in clothes through high school.

Now, I'm telling you, Johnson,

quit putting those phony ideas in that kid's head.

"Quit putting those phony ideas in that kid's head

or there's going to be trouble."

And then, he, uh, walked out.

He'd change his tune if Roly happened to win.

Heaven forbid.

Well, it'll be too bad if he doesn't win.

For more reasons than one.

Who do you mean, Roly or Robbie?

Well, the Bates boy. Oh.

It's the only chance he'll get to go to college.

Pop Johnson says

he has a great future in aerodynamics.

He says he has an amazing knowledge of it.

Robbie says he's an egghead.

Well, we could use a few more eggheads in this world.

Pop says he has a real potential,

if he's given the chance,

and winning this meet would give him that chance.

Funny with kids.

One of them thinks Hartford Tech is a horrible joint,

and the other would give his life to make it.

Yeah, I know.

Hi. Hi, Chip.

Is Dad home yet? Yeah.

Did he bring my prop?

I don't think so.

Well, how does he expect me to fly tomorrow?

Well, maybe he doesn't want you to.

What are you talking about?

He wants Roly to win. Roly?

That egghead? That's why.

What's why?

Well, they're short of eggheads.

And Roly's one and you're not.

How come you always got to talk like a creep

when I ask you something?

I'm not talking like a creep.

Dad says you don't want to go to Hartford Tech

and Roly wants to go there real bad.

Oh.

Maybe he'd rather be Roly's father.

He couldn't be; he's already stuck with you.

Well, I suppose the whole thing will work out,

one way or another.

Hi, Dad.

Oh, hi, Rob. Uh, Dad.

Yeah? Chip said you forgot to bring home my prop.

Well, I don't know where your brother gets his information.

I have it right here in my pocket.

Oh, well, thanks, Dad.

And Dad? Mm-hmm?

Uh, I'm sorry I'm a disappointment to you.

What do you mean?

Well, I know you'd like me

to be like Roly Bates.

But I wouldn't be telling the truth

if I said I wanted to go to Hartford Tech.

What, uh, brought this on?

One of your other sons has a big mouth.

Look, Robbie, I don't know what Chip told you, but, uh...

That's okay, Dad.

You don't have to explain.

You have every right to feel any way you want.

But I think

you ought to know something. What's that?

I'm going to try harder than ever

to win that contest tomorrow.

Come on, everybody! Oh, hi, Dad.

We'll be late for the air meet.

We're all set. Come on, Chipper.

Well, did you get Bub on the bus all right?

Yeah, he's still kind of worried

about having to go to that vaudeville reunion.

Oh, well, the way Robbie's been concentrating on this meet,

I don't think he'll even know Bub is gone.

By the way, where is he?

He's on the bus.

No, no, I mean Robbie. Oh.

I guess he's in the garage.

The door was down when I drove up.

Chip? Come on, Chip!

You all set, Rob?

Yeah, all set, Dad.

I'd, uh, like to talk to you for a minute before we go.

I was way off base last night.

No, that's okay, Dad. No, it's not okay.

I'm your dad and I had no right to say

I hoped the Bates boy would win, no matter what the reason was.

You've worked hard for this meet and, if you win it,

you're entitled to everything that goes with it.

Regardless of anybody.

So, you go out there and win it if you can.

I'll do my best, Dad.

Another thing.

You said something about my being disappointed in you.

I'm proud of you, Rob.

And I always will be.

So, don't think you have to go to Hartford Tech

to prove anything to me. I know that, Dad.

Thanks.

Hey, come on, you guys!

All right, better go.

Can I carry anything for you?

Does this go? Yeah, sure.

Thanks, Dad.

Douglas is now executing a series of inside loops.

Very nicely done, too.

That was a figure eight.

Now he's going into a vertical climb.

Boy, that's a good one!

Now circles the field and he's coming in for his landing.

Douglas has scored 61 in the second flight.

That gives him a total of 130.

All right, Robbie!

That places him, of course, in the final flight now

for first prize with Bates, who has a score of 133.

Hey, Bub's really missing something. Yeah.

See, Charlie, Harold's ahead.

He hasn't won yet.

Now, will Bates prepare his craft for the final flight?

Oh, no!

Oh, you busted my wing! Oh, I'm sorry!

It was an accident!

Jeepers, this is neat for Robbie.

Oh, that's too bad, Roly.

The rules allow you five minutes.

Think you can make it? I don't know.

I don't think so.

Well, your opponent can grant you more time.

I'll ask him. He won't.

Well, you keep working on it.

You got some Instant Grip?

Yeah.

You can win on a "no flight," Robbie,

unless you want to give Roly some extra time.

Don't do it, Robbie.

Chip, you stay out of this.

Tell him okay, Mr. Johnson.

That was awfully nice of you, Robbie.

I still think it's money down the drain.

And now, Roly Bates is ready.

And this is the final flight to determine the winner.

Looks kind of sloppy.

Looks like he's a little bit out of balance.

That could be due to the repair.

He's in a vertical climb.

Now a dive.

And a series of inside loops.

And now, an outside loop.

Inverted flight.

And here he comes in for his landing.

He scores 28 points out of a possible 70 here in the finals.

So, we add the 28 to his original 133

and Bates has a 161 total.

Well, Rob, looks like you're in.

Yeah.

Robert Douglas will now make his final flight.

Now he goes into an overhead eight.

And a vertical eight.

Very, very nice.

Now into inverted flight.

And that vertical climb, look at that baby go.

Now the vertical dive.

That's too bad.

It'll have to be called "no flight"

and Bates is the winner!

Tough luck, Rob.

What happened?

Well, my bell crank worked loose

and I couldn't pull out of the dive.

That's too bad, Rob.

I'm sorry, Robbie.

Well, that's the way the radar blips.

You did swell, Harold.

Hey, Dad, this bell crank isn't loose.

No.

I thought he said it pulled loose.

That's, uh, what the man said.

That's too bad, Rob.

You almost had it in the bag.

Yeah, well, it's okay, Dad.

There's another meet next month.

Robbie, will you stop that terrible noise?!

Steve, did you ever hear a racket like that?

He must be working on a jet this time.

What racket, Bub?

Funny, I don't hear a thing.