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(cheerful orchestral music)

- Tim, Tim!

(whistling)

Tim, will you stop daydreaming,
and get back to work, huh?

- I'm not daydreaming,
Uncle Martin,

I'm catching up on my astronomy.

I'm studying the heavenly body.

- Tim, one cannot see the
heavenly body in broad daylight.

- Well, this one I can.

She's a redhead,
about five-foot-six,

with, with, (whistling).

(eerie music)

Aw, come on, Uncle Martin.

Come on, that's not fair!

- Neither is a peeping Tim.

- It's Tom, and
besides, what's wrong?

I happen to like girls.

- Nevertheless, you
are supposed to be

applying your
attention to the repair

of Mrs. Brown's
television antenna.

Not the feminine form fantastic.

- Yeah, okay, okay, but would
you mind releasing my head

for active service?

- Mm hm, with
consummate pleasure.

Now, back to work.

- Slave-driver.

(eerie music)

(audience laughing)

Uncle Martin, I said
slave-driver, not screwdriver!

Listen, can you please
give me the pliers?

- I'd be most happy to.

(eerie music)

- Oh, good morning.

I thought you boys
might like a cool drink,

working out here in the hot sun.

- Oh, that's very kind of you,
Mrs. Brown, isn't it, Tim?

- Oh, it sure is.

Say, Mrs. Brown, did you
find your pocketbook yet?

- No, no, I didn't, so
I called the police,

and they're sending a
man over to investigate.

Now, you be careful
up there, bye.

- I didn't know Mrs.
Brown lost her pocketbook.

- Mm hm.

Well, why are you
staring at her house?

- I'm reading Mrs. Brown's mind.

Knowing the dear lady, she
undoubtedly just misplaced it.

Hm, just as I thought.

It's under one of the
pillows on the couch.

- Well, don't tell me, tell her.

- And have her wondering
how I know where it is?

Besides, why deprive the police
department of employment?

- Boy, Uncle Martin, you
really oughta see this redhead.

She's wearing a
polka dot bikini.

- Watch what you're doing,
Tim, look out, look out!

(electricity buzzing)

- Uncle Martin, you all right?

Uncle Martin, you all right?

- I think so.

(telephone ringing)

- Uncle Martin.

I hate to tell you this.

(telephone ringing)

But your head is ringing.

(audience laughing)

- [Woman] Hello.

- [Caller] Susan, it's me.

- [Susan] Oh, hi Gwen.

- [Gwen] You'll never
guess what happened to me

on my date last
night with Jimmy.

- [Susan] Well, tell me.

- Uh, Uncle Martin.

- [Gwen] It was this way.

- Don't just stand
there, hang up your head.

Or something.

(eerie space music)

(cheerful orchestral music)

I just can't believe it.

You turning into a
telephone, it's impossible!

- Well, I'm afraid it's not as
impossible as you think, Tim.

That live telephone wire
short-circuited the built-in

micro-generator that operates
my communication system.

Somehow, I'm cross-connected
with a telephone trunk line.

(telephone ringing)

- I'll get it.

- No no, you don't
need to, it's me.

- [Man] Hello.

- [Caller] Elite Lingerie?

- [Man] Yep.

- [Caller] This is Max.

- [Man] Okay, let's
have it, then.

- [Caller] Put 10
across the board

on Dancing Fool in the fifth.

- [Man] You're down.

- Martin, that's
against the law.

You can get in trouble,
taking those kind of calls.

- Tim, we can dispense with
your neanderthal humor.

This ringing in my ears is
giving me a frightful headache.

- Well, isn't there any way you
know to disconnect yourself?

- I'm afraid not.

I've never faced this
kind of problem before.

- Hm, hey, why don't
we dial information.

Maybe they could tell us.

(audience laughing)

Well, I'm sorry, Uncle Martin.

I mean, I know it's
nothing to joke about,

but suppose we did
call the phone company.

- And just how would I
explain myself to them?

As an exchange
student from Mars?

I'm going to have to work
out this problem on my own.

(busy signal buzzing)

- Well, at least we
know your head is busy.

(audience laughing)

- Tea, Mrs. Brown.

The way you brew it,

it more closely resembles
the nectar of the gods.

- (chuckling) Oh my.

Another brownie?

- That offer, too, I
find difficult to resist.

They're delicious.

- That is a compliment, you
see, I made them myself.

It's my own recipe.

- One need not be a detective

to have deduced that, dear lady.

But, to get back to the
matter of your purse.

Now, about these
tenants of yours.

- Martin and Tim, oh, well
you couldn't suspect them.

Why, they're so nice
and most respectable.

And they always pay
their rent promptly.

- Sometimes purloining purses

can account for such promptness.

- Now, if my theory
proves correct,

the voltage of the electric
shock from the transformer

will short-circuit the
telephone connection.

- Well, I sure hope
this works, you know,

it's kind of spooky, living
with a walkie-talkie.

- Well, as we Martians say,

invention is the
mother of necessity.

We're getting company.

- Long-distance?

- No, short-distance.

Mrs. Brown, accompanied
by a police officer.

- Oh well, come on quick,
get into the bedroom.

Of course, unless you'd
like to be introduced

as my uncle, the phone booth.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(knocking)

Well, Mrs. Brown, and?

- Oh, this is
Detective Brennan, Tim.

He just wants to ask you
and your uncle Martin

a few questions.

- Uncle Martin, yes, well.

You see, my Uncle Martin's--

(telephone ringing)

- I believe your
telephone is ringing.

- It is, I mean, it is.

Of course it is, excuse me.

(telephone ringing)

Yeah, well, it's
probably a wrong number.

We've been getting an awful
lot of wrong numbers, you see.

There's something
wrong with the phone.

Hello.

- [Caller] Hello,
Elite Lingerie?

- Oh, I'm sorry, you've
got the wrong number.

- [Man] Yeah.

- [Caller] Put me down
for 20 on Hot Kisses.

- [Man] Hot Kisses.

(audience laughing)

- Crossed wires.

- [Man] Hello.

- Those voices aren't
coming from here.

- [Caller] Gentleman
Dolly Dear in the sixth.

- [Man] Got you.

- [Caller] And a double sawbuck
on any time in the seventh.

- [Man] Got that.

- That was coming from you.

- Oh, no no, it wasn't.

I admit it may have
appeared that way,

but it was really
coming from Tim.

You see, my nephew
dabbles in ventriloquism.

And unfortunately,
he'll show off

at the slightest opportunity.

- Oh, well, I thought
you were very good, Tim.

I didn't see your
mouth move once.

Did you, Detective Brennan?

- I wasn't watching.

Frankly, I find this
form of juvenile behavior

a crashing bore.

Now, if we could get on
with the questioning,

I'd like to apprehend
the vandal who made off

with Mrs. Brown's purse.

- That is, assuming someone
actually made off with it.

- My good man, I do wish
you'd leave the science

of criminology to the
expert, and not include it

in your current curriculum
of childish endeavors.

- Honestly, Martin, I've looked
everywhere, just everywhere!

- I don't doubt it, Mrs. Brown.

But sometimes, you
know, we can be looking,

and you never know, it's like
an Easter egg hunt, and oh!

Well, here it is.

- Oh, for heaven's
sake, thank you, Martin.

(chuckling)

Well, what can I say?

- I believe Shakespeare
put it quite appropriately,

when he said, it is a bright
day that brings forth the snake

and that craves wary walking.

Well, dear lady, you
have your purse back,

and my job is done.

- Oh, and just as we were
getting to know one another.

Isn't that a shame.

- Well, it doesn't
have to be good bye.

It could be just au revoir.

- Of course, you
could always drop by

for some more tea and brownies,

say, later this afternoon,
when you've off-duty?

- I'll be counting the minutes.

Until this afternoon.

(cheerful orchestral music)

- Oh, such a sweet man.

(telephone ringing)

- [Caller] Hello, Phillip?

- [Phillip] Phillip
here, that you, Reggie?

- [Reggie] It's me, old chap.

Say, you wouldn't happen
to have a lovely blonde's

phone number, would you?

I think her name was Susan.

- [Phillip] Hang on a
moment, I'll get it.

- Oh, Tim, that was wonderful!

(chuckling)

Especially the ringing
of the telephone.

That's simply
great, do it again.

(audience laughing)

(cheerful orchestral music)

- Boy, this better
work, Uncle Martin.

We've stretched that
ventriloquist gag

about as far as it can go.

With that egghead
super-snooper coming back.

- I'm quite aware of the
gravity of the situation, Tim.

Now, do as I say,
climb the pole.

I'll levitate this wire to you.

You in turn, will hold
it out in the direction

of the power line.

The magnetic field
that encircles it

will enable the power to
be drawn into this wire,

passing the proper voltage
down, and disconnecting me.

- Say, you know, if this
works, I think I'll miss

those incoming calls, it could
make keyhole peeping passe.

- This is no time
for levity, climb.

(somber orchestral music)

(eerie music)

- O'Hara, what in the
world are you up to now?

Don't tell me, let me guess.

You're Jack, and you're
growing your own beanstalk.

- No, it so happens that
I was flying a kite,

and it got stuck in the wires.

- A kite, I have 20-20 vision.

I don't see any kite up there.

- I wouldn't expect you
to see my kite up there.

It broke loose, and flew away.

My nephew is trying to retrieve
my favorite kite string.

- Favorite kite string.

O'Hara, you are
unattached, are you not?

- My matrimonial
status is still single.

- Good, I have a beautiful
niece you'd be wild about.

She's seven, going on eight.

(audience laughing)

(somber orchestral music)

- [Tim] It's three
o'clock in the morning.

You're still not
able to go to sleep?

- Oh, how can I sleep with
a phone going all night?

Doctors getting night calls,
husbands calling wives,

telling them they're
still at the office.

- Yeah, I know what
you're going through.

- No one can know what
I'm going through,

unless they've been a
telephone themselves.

Well, the shock
treatment didn't work.

There must be a simple
way to disconnect myself.

I just haven't been
able to hit on it.

- Hey, hey, maybe
if you hung a sign,

out of order, around your...

(telephone ringing)

- Oh boy, oh boy, oh
my, here we go again.

- [Man] Hello?

- [Caller] Ted,
Blackstone, you alone?

- [Ted] I'm alone.

- Yeah, it's just
the four of us.

- [Blackstone] I will
make delivery of the
Vandelier Diamond

tomorrow night.

- The Vandelier Diamond!

- [Blackstone] Now,
listen carefully.

- Yeah, yeah, we will, we will.

- [Blackstone] Tomorrow night,

I'll be attending the
the Modern Art Exhibit.

I'll be wearing a red carnation.

Concealed in the carnation
will be the diamond.

When you contact
me, you will say,

the ocean's green,
the sky is blue.

I repeat, the ocean's green,
the sky is blue, is that clear?

- [Ted] Gotcha.

- Uncle Martin,
Uncle Martin, quick!

We gotta call the police.

Hello, operator,
this is an emergency.

Oh, oh that's right, you
only take incoming calls.

- Hold it, I think
there's a better way.

I have an intriguing thought,

which will at least get
rid of one of my problems.

- Yeah, what intriguing thought?

- Detective Brennan.

Don't your police usually get
promotions to headquarters

when they solve
an important case?

- Well, yes, but I don't see
what that has to do with it.

- It's simple, I'll
have him solve the case,

get him his promotion,
and we'll be rid of him.

Now I know he has a date
tomorrow night with Mrs. Brown.

- And you're gonna get them
to go to an art exhibit

on their first date, huh?

(chuckling)

Boy, you Martians
are sure naive.

- Tim, you think
very narrow thoughts.

A mind is like a parachute.

It only functions
when it's open.

(cheerful orchestral music)

Mm hm, they should be
coming out very soon.

- Hm, Uncle Martin, you
never cease to amaze me.

Now, do you mean

you can actually plant thoughts
in other people's minds?

- Well, not to any great extent.

I can plant ideas and notions.

It's well, it's somewhat
like your hypnotism.

I couldn't have a person
go against his nature

and his character.

- Now what are you doing?

- Well, you'll soon see.

- Oh, I'm sorry I
kept you waiting,

but I wanted to
look my very best.

You know how we women are.

Well, good evening, Martin, Tim.

- Good evening, Mrs. Brown.

- Bill, Detective Brennan,

is taking me to the
theater tonight.

Isn't that sweet of him?

- Yes, that's very sweet of
Bill, I mean, Detective Brennan.

Look what those bad boys did.

- Oh well, I'll just
come out in the morning

and wash it off.

(eerie music)

Say, do you know what I see

in what appears to be
those simple chalk marks?

I see a sunset,

on the ocean,

and a sailboat disappearing
over the horizon.

- Interesting, most interesting.

For me, it conjures up
a different picture.

A ski slope, in the Alps.

And in the distance,
a warm friendly tavern

with flames dancing
in the fireplace.

You know, this isn't
just scribbling.

This is an amazing
example of modern art.

- Modern art!

Well, I didn't know you
appreciated modern art.

- I find it most fascinating.

- You know, there's a Modern
Art Exhibit on tonight.

Do you suppose that?

- In preference to the
theater, by all means.

I'd love to attend.

- Oh, wonderful.

Good night.

- You know something?

They were both wrong about that.

I know what that picture is.

- Hm?

- Yeah, yeah, it's
three gorgeous redheads

and two of 'em have on
bikinis, and the third one.

- Tim.

- Don't blame me,
you drew the picture.

(cheerful orchestral music)

- Oh my, what a
gorgeous painting.

I wonder what it is.

- There he is, there's
our Mr. Blackstone.

- Well, he doesn't look
like a jewel thief.

- They make the best kind.

- But I still don't see
how you're gonna get

Detective Brennan
onto the crooks,

without letting him
know that you know.

- Martian philosophy.

If Muhammad won't
go to the mountain,

simply move the
mountain to Muhammad.

- Huh?

- If we can't get
Brennan to capture

the criminals in question,

then we must get the criminals

to get themselves
caught by Brennan.

- Oh.

(eerie music)

What are you doing?

- Reading a few minds.

I wanna see if Mr.
Blackstone's associates

have arrived yet.

- Oh, you sort of sweep
the room like radar, huh?

- That's right.

Luck is with us, they
have not arrived as yet.

- Well, clean sweep.

- Well, Tim, we might
as well join Mrs. Brown

and the good detective.

And Tim, after we say
good evening to them,

I want you to start
looking up at the ceiling.

- Looking up at the
ceiling, what for?

- A tactical maneuver, you
look up at the ceiling,

and others will do the
same, always works.

While they're eyes are diverted,

I'll start moving my mountain.

- Oh, yes, you ask
a simple question,

you get a confusing answer.

- Come on.

Good evening, Mrs. Brown.

- Oh, hello.

Oh, isn't this a lovely exhibit.

- [Martin] Indeed.

- [Bill] Some fine
examples of modern art.

- Hm?

Oh.

(eerie music)

- What do you see up there?

- I don't see anything.

I was looking up to see
what you were looking at.

- Well, I was just looking up

to see what Tim was looking at.

What are you
looking up for, Tim?

- Oh, well, sometimes
in these exhibits,

they put murals on the ceilings.

- Oh, really, oh is that so?

- Uh huh.

- Don't look now, but I believe
we switched the carnation

just in time.

- Ocean's green, sky is blue.

- Yes, so they are.

- Ocean's green, sky is blue.

- If you say so, as
you already have.

Let's not wait for
them to paint a mural.

- May I repeat, the ocean's
green, the sky is blue.

- And may I add, roses are
red, so what else is new?

- But, but, the red
carnation in your lapel.

- [Bill] Carnation!

I'm not wearing any...

Oh, oh what?

- You you, I, I, I.

- Hey, you!

- Uncle Martin, they're
getting away, stop 'em.

- Tut tut, I'll throw up
an invisible force field

and stop him.

(eerie music)

(thudding)

(audience laughing)

- Oh, you stopped him,
all right, but cold.

Well, what are you gonna do
now, I thought the whole idea

was to get Detective
Brennan to capture him.

- Watch.

(eerie music)

(water splashing)

(audience laughing)

Oh, may I borrow this
for a moment, sir?

Thank you.

We now have it for the records.

The great jewel thief roundup.

- Oh Bill, my hero.

- What about Blackstone?

- Well, with his
accomplice under arrest,

the police won't have any
trouble picking him up.

- Oh, Uncle Martin, I've
gotta hand it to you.

I guess there's not a single
problem you can't solve.

- I guess not, Tim.

I guess not.

- Yeah.
(telephone ringing)

- No problem, except one, Tim.

Let's get outa here.

- Oh, I'm so proud of you,
oh, you're such a brave man.

(potion sizzling)

- You think it'll, you think
it'll work, Uncle Martin?

- Well, the electric
shock wave didn't do it.

Perhaps a chemical reaction

will disconnect me
from the phone company.

- I sure hope it
works this time.

I could sure use some sleep.

(telephone ringing)

- [Gwen] Hello.

- [Susan] Gwen, darling.

- [Gwen] Susan, how are you?

- [Susan] Bored, darling.

I just wish some charming
handsome stranger

would call me out of the
blue, and ask me out.

- [Gwen] Give me your
new phone number.

I've got a friend I
know you'll just love.

- Hold on, Uncle Martin,
hold on, not yet.

- [Susan] Wonderful, dear.

The number is.

(receiver clicking)

- It worked, I'm disconnected.

- Oh fine, just when I
could have gotten connected.

- Someone's coming.
(knocking)

Come in!

- Just dropped by to see what
the rover boys were doing.

Oh, playing with your
chemistry set, how nice.

- What are you doing here?

With all the front page
publicity Tim gave you,

I thought you got a promotion.

- I did, but I turned it down.

I happen to be very
fond of brownies.

(audience laughing)

- I don't know what it is, Tim.

Maybe it's your
earth's atmosphere.

But I always seem to wind up
with at least one problem.

(eerie space music)

(electronic humming)