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"The Adventures of Ozzie
and Harriet," starring

the entire Nelson family.

Here's Ozzie.

Here's Harriet.

Here's David.

And here's Ricky.

Here they are, America's
favorite family, the Nelsons.

How about you, Rick?
You want some more?

- Oh, no, thanks, Mom.
- Oz?

No, thanks.

It's real good, though.

Wally, how about you?

Oh, I wish I could.

That's about the best
meatloaf I ever ate.

Well, why don't you finish it?

Oh, I really
don't think I can.

I want to save room down
here for some dessert.

But I'll tell you what.

If you have one of those
Bones for Bowser paper bags,

I'll be happy to take it home.
- OK.

I'll see what I can do.

Just mark it
"leftovers for Wally."

Oh, I'm sorry.

You ought to be.

We're still eating.
- Well, this is great.

Thanks a lot for
inviting me, Mrs. Nelson.

Oh, well, that's OK, Wally.

You're welcome anytime.

Oh, good.

What time is breakfast?

Don't they give
you guys anything

to eat over at the
fraternity house?

Oh, sure, but not
anything like this.

OK, but don't lay
it on too thick.

We don't want to spoil the cook.

You mind your business.

I like it.
- I mean it.

The food down at
the fraternity house

is getting pretty doggone dull.

Uh, what were
they having tonight?

Well, let's see.
What is tonight, Thursday?

Uh, yeah.

Uh, Thursdays
we have meatloaf.

Well, what do you
think you just had?

Well, yeah.

But there's meatloaf, and
then there's meatloaf.

This had some flavor to it.

Well, there are a lot of
different ways to fix meatloaf.

Maybe your cook
just doesn't happen

to fix it the way you like it.

I don't think she
happens to fix it

the way anybody likes it.

You know what kind of food
they have there, Rick.

Well, it's not too bad
if you use enough ketchup.

Well, at least you
guys have one advantage.

You can always fire your cook.

Careful.

You haven't had
your dessert yet.

Well, all I know is we
better do something about it.

About what?

Well, about the food
down at the fraternity.

Uh, would you pass me the
ketchup please, Mr. Nelson?

On apple pie?

Oh.

Force of habit.

And you should have
tasted the meatloaf.

It was so light, you
could lift it with a fork.

- Well, can't you always?
- Not around here.

It's lucky if you can
get a fork into it.

Come on now, Wally.

Mrs. Murry's cooking
isn't that bad.

You must admit it's
getting pretty monotonous,

though, Charlie.

Well, what's monotonous?

The food around here.

This is where I
left him last night.

He's got a point,
though, Rick.

The menu sure
doesn't change much.

No, I guess it
doesn't at that.

Yeah, we ain't had ham hocks
and black-eyed peas since

I've been living here.

You're right, Charlie.

The food isn't all bad.

But I do think we ought
to do something about it.

Well, instead of
sitting here grumbling,

why don't you guys
go out and have

a little talk with Mrs. Murry?
- Hey, that's a good idea.

All in favor of Rick talking
to Mrs. Murry, say aye.

- Aye.
- Why me?

I don't even live here.
- That's why.

Sure.
You've got nothing to lose.

Well, let's put it this way.

If you guys want
somebody to talk to her,

I'll be happy to
go along with you.

Well, if that's
the best you can do.

Well, look.

If we do talk to her, let's be
a little diplomatic about it.

We don't want to
hurt her feelings.

- Well, naturally.
- Well, what do we say to her?

Oh, we just ask her in a nice
way to give us more variety.

Jazz up the menu a little.

OK, let's go.

Look, uh, just don't
nobody mention ham hocks

and black-eyed peas, you hear?

Oh, hi, Mrs. Murry.

Hello, boys.

Now, remember the rules.

No between-meal snacks.

Oh, we don't want
anything to eat.

No, we just came in here to
have a little talk with you.

Oh, about what?

Well, explain
it to her, Wally.

Oh, well, we were talking.

Uh, that is, a lot of the
guys have been complaining.

Oh, well, not
exactly complaining.

They're-- boy,
something smells good.

What is it?

Vegetable soup.

Is it Friday already?

Come on, boys.

Get to the point.

I haven't got all day.

Oh, well, uh, Rick?

Well, uh, we
were just wondering

whether you might consider
the possibility of making

some changes in the menu.

What's wrong with the menu?

Well, nothing, really.

Well, then why change it?

Well, it's not just the menu.

It's the food.

You're complaining
about the food?

Then how come you
eat so much of it?

Well, uh, I guess
I have a tapeworm.

Come on, fellas.
Mrs. Murry's busy.

Oh, no, you don't.

I want to find out what's
wrong with my food.

Oh, well, there's nothing
wrong with it, exactly.

It's not easy cooking for
40 growing boys, each one

with a different taste.

Oh, we realize that.

16 sunnyside up, 12 over easy,
8 scrambled, 3 poached, and 1

cornbread with hominy grits.

Come on, fellas.

The refrigerator's old.

The hashes never
show up on time.

The food budget's impossible,
not to mention my salary.

My room is cold,
and my bed is lumpy.

So is her oatmeal.

I heard that.

And I quit.
- Mrs. Murry?

Mrs. Murry?

Now what'll we do?

Well, I guess the first thing
is to start shelling them peas.

Who's he calling now?

Oh, the Kappa house.

Uh, hi.

Who's this?

Oh, hi, Sally.

This is Wally.

Uh, fine, thanks.

Say, we were looking
over our social calendar,

and we noticed we have an
exchange dinner scheduled

at your house next month.

Uh, well, what we
were wondering is

if you might like to reschedule
it to an earlier date,

uh, like tonight?

Well, you see, we're
in kind of a bind.

Our cook quit.

Oh.

OK.

See you later.

Well what'd she say?

Well, she said if we all
showed up at their house

tonight, their cook would quit.

I guess that's it.

Hey, you guys.

The Cub Scouts are having a
cookout at the park tonight.

Are you kidding?

Well, I haven't heard
any better suggestions.

Well, I sure
picked a great night

to tell my folks I
wouldn't be home to dinner.

Look, let's not panic.

There's plenty of
food in the kitchen.

All we have to do is fix it.
- You mean you're volunteering?

For he's a jolly
good fellow, for he's--

- Hey, what a second, guys.
---a jolly good fellow.

Hold it.

I don't mind cooking
for myself, but I'm not

cooking for 40 other guys.

Well, then it looks like
it's every man for himself.

Hey, whose hamburger is this?

Hey, that's mine.

What's it doing
here with my eggs?

Well, there wasn't
any more room.

Oh, thanks a lot.

What are you talking about?

This looks great.
Come on.

I'll split it with you.

Marshmallows?

Well, it's the only
thing I know how to cook.

Hey, cut that out, Wally.

You're getting salt
on my pancakes.

Well, that's OK.

Put a little maple syrup
and horseradish on them

and you'll never
know the difference.

Hey, who took my hamburger?

What's going on here?

We're cooking dinner.

Well, what
happened to the cook?

Quit.

You really going to eat that?

Did you want it?

You must be kidding.
Come on.

Let's get out of here.

Hey, why don't we go down
to the malt shop and eat?

Hey, that's the first sensible
thing you've said all week.

Come on.
Let's go.

- Hey, what about this mess?
- Well, let's clean it up later.

I don't want to
spoil my appetite.

Here you are, Tom.
It's on me.

- What's this, shish kebab?
- No.

Flaming marshmallows.

How does this sound?
"Wanted.

Cook for fraternity house.

Room and board included."

It sounds kind of cold.

Don't you think we ought
to color it up a little,

uh, make it sound
more interesting?

Yeah.

How about "fraternity situation
available for experienced

cook"?

You better not
say a fraternity.

That might kill it.

Well, how about "a
experienced chef wanted

for young men's living group"?

Yeah.

"Board and quiet room provided."

Quiet?

Well, it's quiet there now.

Uh, yeah.
That sounds good.

Uh, what do you have there?

Read it back.

Well, let's see.
"Wanted.

Cook for fraternity house.

Room and board included."

Well, now, wait a minute.

We can only afford nine words.

There you are, fellas.

Oh, thanks, Jack.

Boy, they smell good.

Hey, we better get this
ad in the paper right away.

Yeah.

I hope we get a
cook by tomorrow.

Yeah.

Boy.

This hamburger sure tastes good.

Yeah, you can't beat
Jack for hamburgers.

Well, thanks.

I make some pretty good
macaroni salad, too,

if I do say so myself.

And you ought to try
to split pea soup

No kidding.

What else can you cook, Jack?

Well-- oh, no you don't.

I may take a chance now
and then, but I'm no hero.

And this is our kitchen.

Oh, yes.

This is very nice.

It has a nice,
cheerful look about it.

A lot of sunshine gets in.

And all the
modern conveniences,

hot and cold running water.
- Yeah.

So I see.

And this is our refrigerator.

It's a nice, big one.

What's that?

Oh, that's an old shoe.

Some of the students
like to play little jokes

on each other.
Boys will be boys.

No, I mean in the bottle.

Oh, that's a
pickled salamander.

We have a lot of medical
students in the house.

Well, I'll let
you know, there are

a couple of other situations
I want to investigate.

Thank you very much.

Doesn't like animals.

Well, I guess you know
we're risking our lives.

Well, we've got to get
a cook one way or another.

That's right.

It may be a dirty trick,
but we're desperate.

I say the end
justifies the means.

Look, you guys keep
the girls occupied,

and I'll sneak into the kitchen
and talk to Mrs. Wilkins.

OK, but whatever
we do, let's not

let the girls know
what we're up to.

Oh, hi, Ginger.

You keep away from our cook.

Well, evidently the
word's gotten around.

Yeah, I guess that does it.

Now, wait a second, fellas.

Let's not give up so easily.
Come on.

Follow me.
- Where are we going?

To talk to Mrs. Wilkins.

There's more than one
way to skin a cat.

Hey, are you sure
this is the kitchen?

I'm positive.
I used a hash here.

Well, I hope she's here.

Mrs. Wilkins?

Mrs. Wilkins?

Oh, fellas.

Did you boys want something?

Uh, yes, ma'am.

A couple of towels.

Oh, certainly.

I didn't know it was raining.

Oh, hi, Rick.

- Hi, Pop.
- A little late.

Dinner's almost ready.

We had another meeting
over at the fraternity.

Oh, you haven't been able
to find yourselves a cook yet,

huh?
- No, not yet.

Believe me.

The guys are really
starting to panic.

Well, uh, why don't you get
the old cook back, Mrs. Murry?

Well, we've tried, but we
haven't been able to find her.

You should see some of the meals
the guys fix for themselves.

I'm lucky I only have
to eat lunch there.

Oh, hi, Jimmy.

Hi.

I just wanted to return
your history book.

Oh, well, thanks.

Oh, this isn't mine.

This is Wally's.

Oh, yeah.

So it is.

How about that?

Uh, come on in.

Well, maybe just for a second.

Hi, Jimmy.

Oh, hi, Mr. Nelson.

Dinner's ready, fellas.

Oh, hi, Mrs. Nelson.

Oh, hello, Jimmy.

Gee, I didn't realize
it was dinnertime.

I guess I better be going.

Why don't you stay
and eat with us?

Oh, well, gee.

Thanks a lot, Mrs. Nelson.

For a minute there,
he was afraid you

weren't going to ask.
- Please.

I thought I was being subtle.

- Hi, Wally.
- Hi, Rick.

Hi, Wally.
Come on in.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Nelson.

I can only stay a minute.

Oh, hi, Jimmy.
- Hi, Wally.

Uh, say, I just stopped by
to return your economics book,

Rick.

Oh, well, thanks.

Well, this isn't my book.
This is Jimmy's.

Oh.
Oh.

So it is.

Yeah, and I have
your history book.

Oh.
Well, I'll be darned.

Well, I guess I'd better
be eating-- uh, leaving.

OK, uh, see you later.

Oh, Rick.

Wally?

Uh, yes, Mrs. Nelson?

How about having
dinner with us?

Oh, well, thank you very much.

Boy, that sure was
good, Mrs. Nelson.

Yeah.

I'd almost forgotten what
real food tastes like.

Well, thank you, boys.

Yeah, I must admit
that was a good dinner.

- Well, thank you, too.
- No, no.

None of that.
You sit down and relax.

We'll take care of these.
Come on, fellas.

- All right.
- Careful.

Don't want to spoil
the cook, you know.

Oh, I don't mind.

Boy, I sure wish we
could get a cook like Mrs.

Nelson at the fraternity house.

Somebody wake him up.
He's dreaming.

This meal was even
better than the last one.

I'll bet you
they're all this good.

Hey, you don't suppose
she'd come over and help out

for a couple of days, do you?

Hey, you think
maybe she would?

No, we couldn't ask her that.

Ask her what?

Oh, oh, nothing.
Mrs. Nelson.

I kind of thought there was
something you wanted to ask me.

Well, there was something
that suddenly occurred to us,

but we wouldn't
think of asking you.

I think they want you to
come over to the fraternity

and cook for us.

Yeah, just for
a couple of days.

You know, until we
get a regular cook.

Oh, I don't know, boys.

Oh, we'll take care of
the shopping and the serving

and the clean-up and
everything like that.

- How about it, Mrs. Nelson?
- Oh, I don't know, boys.

Looks like you don't
have too much choice, Mom.

Either you come over to
the fraternity and cook

for the boys or they come
over here and have dinner

every night.
- Well, OK.

You've got yourselves a cook.
- Yay!

Oh, but only for
a couple days, now.

Yay!

Uh, fellas.

Uh, what about the dishes?

Oh, don't worry about that.
We'll do the dishes.

Oh, good for you.

Uh, the soap's under the sink.

You can start right now.

Bye, dear.

Harriet?

What are you all dressed up for?
Well, where are you going?

Over to the fraternity house
to get the boys' breakfast.

Oh.

Well, what about my breakfast?

Well, I'll tell you what.

You can either get up now and
come over and eat with us,

or you can stay here and
get your own breakfast.

Well, what time is it?

Uh, 6 o'clock.

Oh.

Well, just dump some
cereal in a bowl.

I know where the milk is.

OK.

Thank you, Mrs. Nelson.

There's plenty
of bacon and eggs

in on the dining room table.

Thanks, Mrs. Nelson.

Uh, may I have some
pancakes, please, Mrs. Nelson?

And I'm getting
some for a friend.

Oh, thank you.

I guess my friend won't
need any after all.

Morning, Mrs. Nelson.

Oh, good morning, Charlie.

I got something special for you.

Cornbread and hominy grits.

Doggone.

Nothing beats home cooking.

Hey, what happened
to my salamander?

It's all right, boys.

I put it out on the back porch.

Oh.

You had me worried
there for a minute.

Darling, I've gone to
cook dinner for the boys.

Ahhhh.

Everything all right, boys?

Oh, yeah.

Hey, how about it, you fellas?

Let's hear it for the cook.

Hip hip hooray!

Hip hip hooray!

Hip hip hooray!

Well, thank you.

Come on, Wally, let's go.

Oh, I don't think
I can make it.

Hey, give me a hand
with Wally, will you?

Easy, boys.

Harriet.

Get that alarm clock.

Harriet.

"Darling, thought you
might enjoy breakfast in bed.

Love, me."

Hey, Wally?

That ad for the cook.

What'd you list it under?

Help wanted, I guess.

Well, it isn't here.

It ran out yesterday.

It was only in
there for four days.

Well, aren't we
going to renew it?

Well, sure.

You were supposed to do
that, weren't you, Jimmy?

Uh-uh.
Not me.

Charlie was going to do it.
- What do you mean?

I thought Joe was
supposed to do that.

Not me.
Norman's the guy you want?

Who wants me for what?

Hey, where'd you
get that drumstick?

From the refrigerator.

Boy, your Mom's
the first cook that

ever let us raid the icebox.

Well, that's great,
but what about the ad?

- What ad?
- Well, for the cook.

You were going to renew it.

Oh, that's right.

Well, first thing
in the morning.

Hey, Joe, what about
the employment agency?

Did you call them?
- Yeah.

What'd they say?

The line was busy.

Oh, great.

Didn't you call them back?
- Don't get excited.

I'll call them in the morning.
- Relax, Rick.

We're doing everything we can.

Yeah, we interviewed an
applicant just this morning.

Well, what about it?

Well, she just didn't
look like a very good cook.

Now, look, you guys.

My mother's just helping
out for a couple of days.

She can't stay on here forever.
- Will you stop worrying, Rick?

We'll get a cook.

Well, I hope so.

- What's with him?
- I don't know.

We're doing everything we can.

- Hi, Mom.
- Oh, hi, dear.

How are you doing?

Oh, not bad.

Need any help?

No, thank you.

Some of the boys are
setting the tables.

This is dragging
out a little longer

than you thought, isn't it?
- Well, a little.

I guess the boys are having a
bad time trying to find a cook.

I've got news for you.

I don't think they're
trying too hard.

The food's too good.

Well, in a way,
that's a compliment.

I am a little worried
about your father, though.

It doesn't seem
quite fair to him.

No, it sure doesn't.

He's probably getting
pretty tired of doing

all his own cooking.

Say, I wonder if we could
have him over here for dinner

tonight.
Is there any rule against it?

No.
Why don't you call him?

I think I will.

He must be just about out of
canned soup and cold cereal

by now.

Hello?

Hi, there.

Well, who's this?

What do you mean, who's this?

Oh, Harriet.

It's been so long, I didn't
recognize your voice.

Listen.

I have a wonderful idea
for dinner tonight.

Why don't you come over here
and eat with the fellows

at the fraternity?
- Oh, gee.

I don't know.
- Come on, dear.

Put on a pair of dirty
pants and an old sweater,

and nobody will
know the difference.

Oh, no thanks.

I really don't think so.

We're having an
awful good dinner.

Well, I'm going to have
quite a dinner here, too.

What is it?

Oh, uh, prime
ribs medium rare,

mashed potatoes, asparagus
tips with hollandaise sauce,

and Yorkshire pudding.

- Oh, come on now.
- No, no, no, no.

Really.
I'll be all right.

Are you sure?

Oh, sure.

But thanks for calling.

Well, OK.

Bye.

Bye.

Well, what'd he say?
Is he coming over?

No, he's not.

And I can't quite figure it.

Well, if anything's wrong, uh,
why don't you go on home, Mom?

Oh, dear, I can't do that.

I've just gotten dinner started.

We're going to have
ham and candied

yams and homemade biscuits
and all the stuff that

goes with it.

- Well, what about Pop?
- Well--

Mrs. Nelson, what are we
having for dinner tonight?

Oh, it's right there
on the stove, boys.

Hey, ham.

Oh, boy!

That's right.

Ham and cheese sandwiches.
There's the ham.

The cheese is in
the refrigerator,

and the bread is
in the bread box.

I've got to get home.
Ricky, would you drive me?

I haven't got my car.
- OK.

I'll see you tomorrow, fellas.

What happened?

Well, I'm not sure, but
I have a feeling we better

get that ad back in the paper.

I hope he hasn't
started dinner yet.

Yeah.

That you, Harriet?

Yes, dear.

Rick brought me over.

Well, hi, dear.
Hi, Rick.

Hi, Pop.

I brought you some
things for dinner.

Oh, well, that was
very thoughtful of you,

but it really wasn't necessary.

I told you, I'm having
a wonderful dinner.

Oh, who do you
think you're kidding?

Well, come on in and
see for yourselves.

Well, what's this?

Uh, let's see.

This is, uh, roast beef,
mashed potatoes, asparagus--

- I know that--
---dipped in hollandaise sauce.

--but where did
it all come from?

Well, I wasn't going to
tell you, but I hired a cook.

Hired a cook?

Well, I had to do something.

Mrs. Murry?

Mr. Nelson.

- Uh, this is Mrs. Nelson.
- How do you do?

- How do you do?
- And this is Ricky.

Well, hi, Mrs. Murry.

Oh, do you two
know each other?

Well, yeah.

Mrs. Murry was our
cook at the fraternity.

Uh, that was before I
terminated my services.

Gee, we've been
looking all over for you.

We want you to
come back with us.

Oh, thanks, Rick, but I'm
afraid that's impossible.

Believe me, it's much
more pleasant cooking

for one gentleman than
for 40 wild Indians.

You're so right.

I guess it doesn't make
any difference anyway.

I understand they
already have a cook.

Oh, but I hear
she's not very good.

I'll bet you can
get your job back.

Oh, no, thanks.

You have to be the chef at the
Waldorf to please that bunch.

We're having
cold cuts tonight.

Cold cuts on a
chilly night like this?

That's terrible.

Oh, it isn't quite that bad.

Well, it certainly is.

What's that cook trying
to do to my boys?

They need good, nourishing food.

What are we going to do?

Yeah.

It's the way it goes.

And what about Charlie?

What's he going to eat tonight?

You know cold cuts
don't agree with him.

I know.

And I'll bet she doesn't even
make hot chocolate for the boys

that have to study late.

Why, I don't remember
any hot chocolate.

Well, I think
it's a good idea,

and I'm going to start doing
it as soon as I get back there.

Uh, Mrs. Murry?

I'm sorry, Mr.
Nelson, but I think

I better go back and
take care of my boys.

Sounds like they need me.

We sure do, Mrs. Murry.

- The coffee's on the stove.
- Oh, you go right ahead.

Don't you worry.
I'll take care of everything.

- Thanks, Mrs. Nelson.
- I'll drive you over.

Thanks.
Goodbye, folks.

Goodbye.

I don't know what the
boys are talking about.

This cooking looks
wonderful to me.

Uh, well, you know how it is.

They probably wanted a change.

Everybody gets tired of the same
old cooking night after night.

Oh?

You finally get a good cook,
and she walks out on you.

Is that so?

But fortunately,
you came back.

Summertime,
and the livin' is easy.

Fish are jumpin', and
the cotton is high.

Your dad is rich, and
your ma is good-lookin'.

So hush, little baby.

Don't you cry.

One of these mornings,
you're gonna rise up singin'.

You're gonna spread your
wings and take to the sky.

But until that morning,
you know nothin'

gonna harm you 'cause your daddy
and mommy, they're standing by.

Well, one of these mornings,
you're gonna rise up singin'.

Gonna spread your wings
and take to the sky.

But until that mornin', well,
there's nothing gonna harm you

with your daddy and mommy,
they're standing by all

summertime now.

In summertime.

Well, summertime now.

In summertime.