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- And now, Hotpoint presents
America's favorite family

comedy, "The Adventures
of Ozzie and Harriet,"

starring the entire
Nelson family.

Here is Ozzie, who plays
the part of Ozzie Nelson.

And, of course, his lovely wife,
Harriet, as Harriet Nelson.

The older of the Nelson boys,
David, appears as David Nelson.

And his younger brother,
the irrepressible Ricky,

played by Ricky Nelson.

The Nelsons' next-door
neighbor, Thorny,

is played by Don DeFore.

[music playing]

- Uh, boys, lunch
is almost ready.

Let's knock it off, huh?

- Hey, Pop, when a man
comes dribbling down,

and the other guy blocks
you under the basket,

isn't that a foul?

- Well, yeah, sure.

- Yeah, but he can't come
dribbling right in me, can he?

- Well, when a defensive man
has established his position,

then the guy with the
ball dribbles into him

and they collide,
that's a question

for the referee to
decide as to which

one has committed the foul.

- Gee, you sure know a
lot about basketball, Pop.

- Well, I'm not sure about that.

I know a lot about diplomacy.

- Especially when you're hungry
and lunch is about ready, huh,

Pop?
- That's the general idea.

- Let's go, Rick.

- Hey, come on, David!

You've been fouling
me all morning!

- Hi, Oz.

- Oh, hi, Thorny.

- I see you were pulling the
boys through their paces.

- Yeah, just explaining a
few of the fouls to them.

- Sure a lot of
rules these days.

It's kind of turning the
game into a tea party.

- Yeah, I think
it's good, though.

It keeps the kids
from getting hurt.

- When I was a kid, we used
to play out behind the school.

We called it basketball, but it
was more like tackle football.

- [chuckles] I
know what you mean.

We used to play a
pretty rough game, too.

- Yeah.

Football was really my game.

Sure used to get
banged up, though.

I'll never forget one
game when I got hurt,

they had to take eight
stitches in my right hand.

- Oh, somebody step on it?

- No, I was carrying the
ball and I stiff-armed a guy.

Of course, he had
his mouth wide open.

Very sharp teeth.

- Oh, oh!

Oh, you get a very
nasty wound like that.

Somehow, you know, Thorny, it
doesn't seem that the kids play

as rough nowadays.

I remember when I
was a kid, we used

to play tackle football right
out in the schoolyard, just

a gravel schoolyard.

- I know.

- To get our clothes
torn, our eyes blackened.

Oh, boy.

- Oh, it was the same with me.

The rougher, the better.

- You know, somehow, I
think that sort of thing

is good for a kid in a way.

I mean, the indoctrination of
the age old law of survival.

It prepares a kid for what
he has to meet in later life.

- That's right.

- Would you believe it
I still have some scars

that I got when I was a kid?
Here.

- Oh, I have, too, Oz.

- I've got one here that, uh--

Oh, that's from a garter,
when I used to wear...

- Alright, look at this.

- From a garter?

- No, no.

I got this falling off a ladder
when I was seven years old.

- Oh.
- Four-inch gash.

Didn't let out a whimper.

- Oh.

Here's the thing.

Oh, yeah, I don't think
you can see the mark.

But listen to this, every
time I kind of throw my knee,

you can hear a little--
[bone cracking]

- Oh!

I've got the same thing.

Listen to this.

See if you can hear this.

[bones cracking]

Hear that?

- Yeah.

- What's this, the
backyard burlesque?

- [laughs] Harriet, Thorny and
I are just comparing scars here.

- Oh.

Well, gird up your loins
and come on into lunch.

You want to come to
lunch, too, Thorny?

- No, thanks, Harriet.

I got to go home
in a little bit.

- Well, don't stay out
here all afternoon.

- You think I was
David or Ricky.

[laughter]

- Wives are really
wonderful, aren't they?

They push us
around, laugh at us.

They never seem to realize
that we're not harmless,

little children.

- You know, I've often thought
the same thing myself, Thorny.

I don't think they
seem to understand

how thin this veneer of
civilization really is.

- That's right.

Actually, it wasn't
too long ago that man

lived in the wilderness,
roamed the plains,

hunt for his own food.

- You know, maybe it
was my imagination,

but I thought I detected
a little glint in your eye

when you said
"hunting" just then.

You kind of like hunting, huh?

- Oz, it's the greatest
sport in the world.

I'm crazy about it.

- I should have known that.

You've got that big
moose head in your den.

You know, you have the
signs of a hunter, too.

That little squint
in your left eye.

- You know, Oz, there
are certain disadvantages

to being married men.

Now, if we were single,
we could pack up our gear

and go off on a hunting trip.

- Let's go anyway.

- Oz, you don't know
what you're saying!

- Sure, I do.

Come on, we could get an
early start in the morning.

Throw were a couple of
blankets in the old bed roll.

Get a couple of sacks
of flapjack flour,

a bag of coffee,
and a side of bacon.

- Capming out...

The wind whistling
through the trees.

A lone coyote howling
in the distance.

Just the two of us,
rugged, outdoor men.

Men against nature.

Fresh, morning air.

That sweet aroma of coffee
boiling out on an open fire.

- I'm oiling the guns while
you're cooking the flapjacks.

- And far across the
lake, a moose calls.

- Ozzie, come on!

Lunch is ready!

- OK, Harriet, I'll
be right there.

- Now, Oz, we can get an
early start in the morning.

And when you're ready,
give me the old moose call.

[imitating moose]

- The old moose call.

[imitating moose]

[laughter]

- Oh, I don't care
if you want to go.

But isn't this
something new, hunting?

You've always had
trouble swatting flies.

- What you don't
seem to realize,

Harriet, is that I'm basically
not the mild, gentle creature

that you believe me to be.

Oh, it's true that I
have adjusted myself

to meet civilization's
demands, to accept

the responsibility of a
family, but basically, there

is still a great deal of the
savage beast still lurking

within me.

- Well, I don't care if you want
to get out of a nice, warm bed

and go up there and
slosh around in the mud

and snow for a few days.

But it's going to be pretty cold
up there in those mountains,

you know.

- Well, Harriet, that's part of
the fun of the great outdoors,

meeting nature head-on.

We'll get a real early start.

Probably get up about, oh, say,
four o'clock in the morning.

You and the boys will
still be in bed, of course.

- You really goin' hunting, Pop?

- Oh, uh, where'd
you hear about it?

- Mr. Thornberry told me.

I ate lunch over at Will's.

- That's where you were.

- Yes, ma'am.

What are you going to hunt, Pop?

- Oh, deer, rabbits, ducks.

They're all meat on the table.

- Will Thornberry was
bragging about what

a great hunter his father
is, says Mr. Thornberry hunts

all the time.

- Well, maybe Mr.
Thornberry is a good hunter.

After all, he shot that moose.

You've seen it
over his fireplace.

- Yeah.

He must have used
a big bullet, boy.

There's nothing
left but the head.

- They ate the rest of it.

A moose is huge.

They must have had
moose for months.

- Mr. Thornberry says he
used to hunt grizzly bears

with a sharp stick.

- I'm afraid I find that
a little hard to believe.

- As long as you've
had your lunch,

why don't you go
outside and play, hmm?

- OK, Mom.

Can I borrow some money, Pop?

I want to get a
couple of comic books.

- Oh.

OK, here's your allowance.

I wish you'd raise your
standards of literature.

- I wish you'd
raised my allowance.

- Imagine the nerve
of that Thorny,

telling Ricky he
used to hunt grizzly

bears with a sharp stick.

- Oh, I don't know.

I wouldn't be surprised if
Thorny were quite a hunter.

He's the outdoor type.

- Oh, Harriet, are you kidding?

He's no more the
outdoor type than I am.

Just because a man has a sunlamp
and no buttons on his shirt...

I'll admit I haven't been
hunting in quite a while

and I may be a little rusty,
but I can still handle a rifle.

- Are you sure you want
to go through with this?

- Are you kidding?

Of course I do.

- Well, OK.

But when the cold,
gray dawn is breaking

and you're sitting around a
campfire eating soggy pancakes

and washing it down with coffee
that tastes like tobacco juice,

don't say I didn't warn you.

- You mean you really
think this may turn out

to be an unpleasant adventure?

- No, of course not.

I was only kidding.

You didn't take me
seriously, did you?

- [chuckles] No.

As a matter of fact, I
didn't hear half the things

you were saying.

I was kind of thinking
about the trip a little bit.

Oh, say, could I have another
cup of tobacco juice, please?

[chuckles] Uh, coffee, please?

Oh, uh, Harriet?

Harriet?

Uh, I've been thinking
this whole thing over.

And I figured if I get up at
four o'clock in the morning,

I'm liable to disturb
you and the boys.

So I think it'd be much more
sensible if Thorny and I got up

at a reasonable hour
and left at, say, oh,

maybe 9 or 10 o'clock.

And that way, we'd get up to the
mountains in about three hours

or so and we wouldn't
overdo it the first day.

- Oh, sure, OK, dear.

- Uh, Harriet?

I kind of sense that
you're disturbed,

a little worried about my going.

Now, we can postpone
this hunting trip.

We don't have to
go this weekend.

- Oh, no.
Why should you do that?

I think it'd be good for you to
get away for a couple of days.

- Hey, Pop, have you seen the
paper about the Kahatchapookoo

Hills?
- No.

Is there a forest fire?

- No, they found those three
hunters that were lost.

- Three hunters lost?

- Yeah, they've been wandering
around for a week with

nothin' to eat.

- Well, you see,
things like that

can happen to even
the best of hunters.

- Oh, yeah, but it'd never
happen to you, though, Pop.

- I don't think your father's
going that far into the woods.

- Well, now, just a second.

We're going quite a
distance, Harriet.

I won't try to conceal
the fact that there

is considerable risk involved.

- Well, yeah, but you
wouldn't get lost.

- Well, we certainly hope not.

Don't we, son?

However, many men have
been lost in the forest

and never heard from again.

Capable hunters and
woodsman have literally

dropped from sight, eaten,
no doubt, by wild animals.

- Oh, I don't think
you'll be eaten, dear.

After all, there are
no bears or mountain

lions where you're going,
so there's no real danger,

is there?

- Well, there's never
any danger to hunting

if you kill your quarry
with the first shot.

See, it's the wounded beast
that turns and charges.

- How long are you
going to be gone, Pop?

- Oh, uh, over the weekend.

That is, unless Mr.
Thornberry backs out.

- Oh, I don't think he will.

- I don't think he
will either, Pop.

- Well, you never can tell.

After all, he is a
family man, and I'm

sure he realizes there is
considerable danger involved.

Not only that, he doesn't
like to drive his car

in the wintertime, especially
through the mountainous area.

Gee, I wonder what the
weather is up there.

Maybe I ought to call the
weather bureau and find out.

- Want me to call them, Pop?

- Uh, no, just hand me
the book, will you, son?

Thanks very much.

Pardon me.

- Oh, hiya, Pop.
- Hi, son.

- Hey, I'm reading
some great stuff here.

Longfellow.

- Oh, that's a good boy.

- Weather bureau?

- Uh, I'd like some weather
information, please.

- Local weather?

- No, the weather forecast
for the Kahatchapookoo area.

- Kahatchapookoo Mountains?

- Uh, yes, we're going
hunting up there tomorrow.

- Don't get lost.

- [chuckles] We'll do our best.

What's the weather forecast?

- Excellent hunting weather.

- Oh, are you sure?

- Thunderstorms in the
morning followed by snow

at the higher levels.

You can follow their tracks.

- Uh, well, what
about the next day?

- Snow and colder
with rising winds.

Sounds good, doesn't it?

- Yes, yes, they're very good.

Well, um, thanks a lot.

- Hey, Pop, listen to this.

It's pretty good.

"From his lodge went
Hiawatha, dressed for travel,

armed for hunting."

- Yeah.

- "'Warning,' said the old
Nokomis. 'Go not forth, oh,

Hiawatha.'"

- Uh, son, why don't you
stop reading that silly junk

and buy yourself a nice
comic book or something?

- Gee, Pop, I kind of like it.

- Well, OK.

- "But the fearless Hiawatha
heeded not her woman's warning.

Forth he strode into the
forest, at each stride a mile,

he measured; Kuris seemed
the sky above him-"-

[music playing]

- Ozzie?
- Yeah?

- You and Thorny are
going in the morning.

Hadn't you better get
your stuff together?

- What do you mean?

What stuff?

- Well, your guns, and
tents, and things like that.

- Oh, for goodness
sakes, Harriet!

You just reminded
me of something!

Oh, I don't have any hunting
equipment of any sort.

I don't have a tent.

I don't even have
a sleeping bag.

Oh, what a disappointment.

We'll have to call the trip off.

- Well, can't you buy some?

- Oh, I wouldn't think
of such a thing, Harriet!

I wouldn't be that selfish.

Buy all this expensive equipment
just to satisfy a selfish whim?

Oh, no, no, no.

I better go tell Thorny
the unhappy turn of events.

- Yoo hoo, Mr. Nelson!

- Oh, oh!
Hi, Emmy Lou.

- Mrs. Thornberry was
just telling me you

and Mr. Thornberry are
going hunting tomorrow.

- Oh, well we were--

- Aren't you
excited, Mr. Nelson?

- Oh--

- You and Mr. Thornberry,
two rugged men

facing danger together.

Who cares what savage beast
lurks in the woodland shadows?

- Well, yes--

- Your sight is fixed
on some monster.

As it raises its shaggy head,
you squeeze the trigger.

Click!
The shell must have misfired.

Now you're in danger!

The animal sees you.

With a bellow of rage,
he lunges towards you!

- Don't stop now.

What happens?

- What kind of wild animal are
you going to hunt, Mr. Nelson?

- Uh, uh, ducks.

- Well, they're not very
dangerous, are they?

- Oh, I imagine one
could pinch pretty hard

if he got hold of your nose.

However, what I was trying to
tell you is that as much as I'd

like to go, it's impossible.

- You're not going, Mr. Nelson?

I can't.

I have no hunting equipment.

- Mr. Nelson, you
can smile again.

I have solved your problem.

- No, you don't--

- You can borrow
daddy's equipment.

He has everything: guns, boots,
knives, water buckets, decoys.

- No, no, no, Emmy
Lou, your father

is much heavier than I am.

His decoys would never fit me.

- Oh, hi, Emmy Lou.

- Hello, Mrs. Nelson!

- I hope your family wasn't
planning on venison next week.

- Oh, but Mr. Nelson's
going hunting after all.

He's going to borrow daddy's
guns and all his equipment.

- Yeah, isn't that great?

Emmy Lou has really lost
the-- uh, fixed me up.

- Well, that's just
wonderful, Emmy Lou.

If your father
doesn't mind, you'd

certainly saved Mr. Nelson
from a terrible disappointment.

- I must admit a
terrible disappointment.

- Let's go get the things!

- All right, I'll
go along to see if I

can help you carry anything.

- You can carry
the sleeping bag.

It's light.

- I wish people with
let sleeping bags lie.

- I wish my name
was Mudjekeewis.

- That's a good idea.

Then we could call you
Geeky instead of Ricky.

- Don't take that Indian stuff
too seriously anyway, Rick.

[duck whistle blowing]

David, David, don't be
blowing that, will you?

First thing you know, we'll have
every duck in the neighborhood

flying in here.

- There was a good picture about
hunting on television tonight.

It's too bad you boys missed it.

- What was that, Harriet?

- Oh, well, these hunters
were up in the mountains,

and their provisions
were disappearing,

and they noticed the
tracks of a grizzly bear

outside of their cabin.

- Oh, I've seen that
a couple of times.

It really wasn't a grizzly
bear at all, was it, Mom?

- No, it wasn't.

It was this prowler
who had these things

that he put on his
feet to make it

look like the footprints
of a grizzly bear.

- Oh, say, that
reminds me, Harriet.

Did you know there was a
prowler outside the Randolph's

house the other night?

- Really?

- Yeah, they saw his
footprints in the flower bed.

- It was the grizzly
bear impersonating a man.

- I wouldn't joke about
that sort of thing

if I were you, Dave.

- No, your father's right.

I wouldn't want any
prowlers around here.

- Say, Harriet,
you know, if there

are prowlers in
the neighborhood,

maybe I shouldn't go on
that hunting trip tomorrow.

- Oh, dear, the
Randolph's live way over

on the other side of town.

- Well, I know.
- Forget about it, dear.

You go have a good time.

The boys and I'll be fine.

We'll lock all the
doors and windows.

Come on, fellas,
it's time for bed.

- Prowlers in the neighborhood.

Footprints in the flower beds.

[music playing]

- Ozzie!

- Yes, dear?

- Come here, quick.

- Is something the matter?

- Come here.

Look in the flower bed.

- What footprints?

I mean--

- Someone must have been
prowling around here

last night.

- Oh, for goodness sakes.

Well now, don't
be alarmed, dear.

- Well, I am a little alarmed.

Whoever it was
had two left feet.

Was probably some
sort of a lunatic.

- Now, I wouldn't jump to
hasty conclusions like that.

- Ozzie, I'm worried.

- Oh, well, don't be.

For goodness sakes,
you don't think

I'd go off on a hunting
trip with prowlers

in the neighborhood, do you?

- Well, I would feel
better if I knew

you were going to stay home.

- Oh, of course I will.

You just go in
and fix breakfast,

and I'll go tell Thorny
the whole thing is off.

- All right.

- Hey, Oz, I was just
coming over to see you.

You know that we had a
prowler here last night?

- So did we, Thorny.

I wonder if it could
be the same one.

- Well, Oz, it was
the first prowler

I ever heard of
with two left feet.

- There, by golly,
it's the same guy.

- Naturally, I couldn't
think of going away

for the weekend under
these circumstances.

- Oh, oh, certainly, Thorny.

I understand perfectly.

I feel the same way about it.

- Well, you aren't too
disappointed, are you, Oz?

- Oh, well, it is
sort of a letdown.

I mean, I borrowed a
lot of equipment and all

that, but, you know, [french].

- You do understand, though?

- Oh, sure!

It wouldn't be right to
leave the girls alone.

See, doesn't it always
happen that way?

Whenever you plan too
much of something,

the darn thing
always falls through.

- Yeah, it's sure tough luck.

- Well, maybe we can
make it next year.

- Or maybe the year after.

- Yes, sure.

Uh-- [chuckles] Thorny, I'll
let you in on a little secret

if you promise you
won't tell Harriet.

- Yeah?

What's that?

- I've never been
hunting in my life.

[laughter]

- Oz, you old faker, you.

- Yeah, yeah, I guess I am.

[chuckles]

- Oz, you know
that big moose head

that hangs over our mantel?

- Well, yeah, sure.

- Catherine's sister
won it in a bingo game.

[music playing]

- Oh, hi, Mom.
- Hi, Rick.

- What are you doing?

- Getting the mud off
your father's shoes.

- Does Pop always wearing one
brown one and one black one?

- Not usually, but
you see, last night

when he got up to walk
around in the flower bed,

it was dark in the bedroom.

And he picked up two
left shoes by mistake.

- Were you awake?

- Yes, I was.

Good thing I followed
him downstairs, too.

He had himself locked
out of the house

until I unlatched the door.

- Are you going to
tell him you know?

- No, I'm not.

And don't you either.

- Do you think when I
get married that I'll

have a wife as smart as you?

- Well, thank you, dear.

Not that I'm so smart.

It's just that-- well,
quite a few years ago,

I hooked a nice, big fish.

I like him very much
and I want to make

sure he doesn't get away.

- And you know, folks, the
remarkable part of all this

is that to this day,
I have never found out

that Harriet knows that I
was the prowler with the two

left feet.

[music playing]

[duck whistle blowing]

- Don't do that, Ricky.
You heard Pop.

We'll have every duck in the
neighborhood flying in here.

- [chuckles] Dave
is right, Rick.

- How about this moose call?

- Yeah, you can blow that.

I'm quite sure there
are no mooses or meese

or whatever they are, I'm
quite sure there are none

of those in the neighborhood.

[horn blowing]

[doorbell rings]

Oh, I'll get it.

I'm sorry.

We couldn't get a moose.

[ending theme]

- Next week, "The Adventures
of Ozzie and Harriet,"

starring the entire
Nelson family--

Ozzie, Harriet,
David, and Ricky--

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Joseph Kearns played the part
of the weather bureau man.

Janet Waldo was Emmy Lou.

In case you're interested,
the cow's name is Christine.

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