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of Ozzie and Harriet,"

starring the entire
Nelson family.

Here's 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 Nelson's next-door
neighbor, Thorny,

is played by Don DeFore.

- Ricky?

Ricky?

- He isn't in the house.

Will I do?

- Well, no, not this
time, not unless he's

assigned his allowance to you.

- No.

Mr. Bower down at the ice cream
store has first call on that.

- It's funny the little
guy isn't around.

He's usually right here on
payday, waiting for his money.

- Well, maybe it's just as well.

If he doesn't get
it until tonight,

maybe it'll last until
tomorrow morning.

- Oh, now, now,
now, wait a second.

Last week I would
have agreed with you.

What would you say if
I told you this week

we're going to see a new
thrifty, money-wise Ricky?

- I'd say a new boy named Ricky
moved into the neighborhood.

- No, nothing like that.

See, I had a little
talk with our small son.

I made a deal with him.

A little idea of
mine to encourage

him to hang on to his money.

- Don't tell me you're
trying to work out

another budget for him.

- No.

This time, I'm appealing
to a more practical side

of human nature,
the profit motive.

See, here's the deal.

I give Ricky his allowance
as usual at the beginning

of the week, and
whatever money he

has left over at the end
of the week, I double.

How's it sound to you?

- I wish you'd
make me that offer.

- No, this is just
for small boys.

I really think it's
going to work, though.

It's quite an incentive to
know that whatever money you

have left over at the end of
the week is going to be doubled.

- Oh, I know.

It'd be a wonderful
incentive for me

to save on the household budget.

Of course, you might not get
much to eat during the week.

- Rick seemed quite enthused
about the whole idea.

I bet he really starts to
save his money from now on.

- Well, I think I'll wait a
while before I start cheering.

- Oh, I have a lot
of confidence in it.

- Hiya, Pop.
- Oh, hi, Dave.

- Hi, Mom.
- Hi, Dave.

- Did you hear the good news?
- What good news is that?

- Ricky's going to be rich.

- [laughs] You
hear that, Harriet?

I told you he'd be enthused?

- Oh, who wouldn't be?

He's really going to clean up.

- Well, I'm not so
sure about that.

- Oh, you should
see all the bottles.

- Bottles?

What bottles are
you talking about?

- Well, I thought you knew.

- No, I didn't know
anything about any bottles.

- Then what have we
been talking about?

- I've been talking about
Ricky saving his money out

of his allowance.

- My brother Ricky
saving his allowance?

- Well, yes.

Uh, you said he was
going to be rich.

I mean, what were
you talking about?

- I think he was talking about
a new boy in the neighborhood

named Ricky Bottle.

- What are you
talking about, Mom?

- No, no, no, no.

Your mother is-- what's
this about bottles?

- Well, you know that big
old house on Fillmore Street?

They're tearing it
down, and the seller

is just loaded with
old empty pop bottles.

- What's this got
to do with Ricky?

- You know what
an operator he is.

The wrecking crew's letting
him have the whole cellar full.

- What good is a cellar full
of old bottles going to do him?

- Are you kidding?

They give you $0.02 apiece
for them at the store,

and $0.05 for some
of the big ones.

He's going to be loaded.

- You did say these bottles
were empty, didn't you?

- Oh, yes, ma'am.

- Well, even so,
David, I don't think

he's going to make a
fortune exactly in trading

in a couple of dozen bottles.

- Heck, there's hundreds of
them down in that cellar, Pop.

The guy said so.

- Are you sure?

- Yes, sir.

- Hey, uh, maybe he
could use a manager,

you know, somebody to take care
of his business transactions,

to make sure nobody else
tries to muscle in on him.

- I know what you mean, Pop,
and I already asked him.

- And what did he say?

- He said he's going to keep
the 10% of himself for himself.

- Now that's what I
call playing it smart.

That boy is going to go far.

- He'll probably
turn up his nose

at his paltry
allowance this week.

- Well, I don't know.

He'll go far, but I doubt
if he'll go that far.

- Hiya, Thorny.

- Hi, Oz.

Say, what's this I
hear about Ricky?

- Boy, news sure travels fast in
this neighborhood, doesn't it?

- Yeah, my boy
Will just told me.

So you're going to
have a pop bottle

tycoon on your hands, huh?

- So I understand.

- Yeah, well, he says Ricky
got it from that old mansion

on Fillmore Street.

- Yeah.

Evidently, the seller is just
filled with empty pop bottles.

- How about that?

- I guess nobody ever knew it.

Kids used to think
the place was haunted.

- Well, evidently, the
spirits have departed.

- Oh, yes, the
bottles are all empty.

- I know one sure thing.

Ricky's going to pick up
a lot of extra change,

with $0.02 on every bottle, and
$0.05 for some of the big ones.

- Yeah, and they're
probably mostly big ones.

The people who
used to live there

did things on a pretty
good scale, I understand.

- So how did Ricky ever lay
claim to all those bottles

anyway?

- Well, he's a pretty
smart little guy, you know.

He used a little of that
imagination and enterprise

that he inherited.

- He inherited?

- Well, yes, you
know, from whom.

- Oh, sure, sure.

Harriet.

- [laughs] I'm afraid he's a
little like his dad when it

comes to making a business deal.

He's a pretty shrewd guy.

Well, I'll be
seeing you, Thorny.

I've got to go on.
- OK.

Oh, just a second, Oz.

I just thought of something.

Didn't you recently
make a business deal

with Ricky, something
about saving his money?

- Yeah, the Nelson
incentive plan.

- Well, looks like the kid
is pretty shrewd after all,

but he couldn't be
taking after you, Oz.

- Well, why not?

- Well, if I recall
this contract

you drew up with Ricky, you,
the party of the first part,

promised to pay the aforesaid
Ricky double whatever money he

has left at the end of
any fiscal period, which,

in this instance, is one week.

Is that correct?

- Well, aside from
the double talk,

that's right, substantially.

- Well, evidently
you have failed

to realize that a new element
has entered into the picture.

My client, that is Ricky
Nelson, has a new source

of income, quite a considerable
income by all indications,

to whit a supply of
empty pop bottles.

- Will you please get
to the point, counselor?

- All I ask is the
chance to be heard.

Now then, when Ricky
cashes in those bottles,

he'll have in his
possession a substantial sum

of money, which you, per
agreement, have to double.

- Now, now, wait a minute.

My agreement was that I would
pay Ricky double of whatever he

saved out of his allowance.

- As I recall, sir,
you failed to specify

this in the original agreement.
- Well, maybe so--

- Yes, sir, Oz, it looks
like you've made yourself

quite an expensive deal.

And don't let me hear you try
to weasel out of it either.

- I'm not trying to weasel--

Now, just a second.

Ricky's my son,
and it's my money.

And it's my contract I'm
going to try to weasel--

I'm not gonna try to
weasel out of anything.

- Well, I should hope not.

Trying to cheat the boy
out of what is rightfully

and lawfully his.

- It's just a matter of a
couple of dollars anyway.

- A couple of dollars, huh?

- Just wait till you
start doling out the cash.

Let me see now.

A couple of bottles of
$0.05 apiece, that's

10 bucks, times 2 is 20.

- Oh, this whole thing is
ridiculous, and you know it.

- That boy of yours
will have so much money

he'll have to cart
it away in barrels.

- Is that so?
- Yeah.

And don't look now, Oz, but he's
got you over on one of them.

- What were you and Thorny
waving your arms about

out there?

- Oh, that Thorny was out
there making a big pitch.

He fancies himself
a district attorney,

pleading a case or something.

- Oz, give him
back his golf bag.

- Well, that didn't seem
to be on his mind today.

He was more concerned
about Ricky.

- Well, hasn't he heard?

Ricky's doing very
well for himself.

- Yes, and he'll do about
twice as well if Thorny

gets hold of him.

- What do you mean?

I don't get this.

- Well, don't look
at me so accusingly.

I mean, I'm not
cheating the boy.

- Who said you were?

- Well-- I'm sorry.

I don't know why I listened
to that Thorny anyway.

- Why?

What did he say?

- Well, he's got some crazy
idea that because I agreed

to double whatever money
Ricky had left over

at the end of the week that
this also includes the money

he makes from selling
the pop bottles.

- Well, doesn't it?

- Well, I suppose if you want
to get technical about it,

it does.

- Say, that might run
into quite a bit of money.

- Well, I doubt that
Ricky would even think

of a fine point like that.

Our agreement was
that I would double

the money he had left over
at the end of the week,

but it was understood that
I meant his allowance money.

That was the purpose
of the whole deal.

I'm sure Ricky is smart
enough to understand.

- He'd be even smarter
if he didn't understand.

- Well, it's silly
even to discuss it.

- Hi, everybody.
- Oh, hello, dear.

- Hiya, Rick.

- Just call me Diamond Jim.

Here, Pop, have a cigar.

- Thanks, Diamond.

- We hear you struck it rich.

- Yeah, I sure did, boy.

Have a cigar, Mom?

- Um, no thank you.

Not this morning.

- How's your project coming
along there, Diamond Jim?

- Oh, pretty good.

I came in to get my allowance.

- Your allowance?

Well, I thought you
were rolling in money.

- Not yet.

I have to hire some guys to move
the bottles into our garage.

- Oh, I see.

Well, here we are.

- Thank you, dear.

- Hey, wait a minute, Mom.

This is mine.

- This sounds like
quite a business deal.

- Yeah, I don't
mess around, boy.

- I say you don't.

- Now all I have to do is
collect on those empty pop

bottles, and I'll
really be in the chips.

- Which brings up an
interesting question.

What are you going to
do with all this money

after you get it?

- Well, I was thinking about
putting it in the bank.

- Oh, yeah, that's a fine idea.

You'll have quite a bit of money
when you cash in all those.

- Yeah, when you double it,
I'll really be in business.

- Oh, uh, I'm glad you
mentioned that, son.

I was going to discuss
that with you a little bit.

- You said you'd double
whatever money I had.

You're not going back
on your word, are you?

- No, no.
Of course not.

- We made a deal.

And when you're a
businessman, a deal is a deal.

- Oh, sure.
That's right.

A deal is a deal.

- Here, Pop, have a cigar.

- No thanks.

- Well, I'll see you later.

I'll be back in a flash
with a bundle of cash.

I may be corny, but I'm happy.

- Well, I guess you
were right about Ricky

inheriting that smart
business sense from you.

You're both pretty smart.

- Oh.

Well, now wait a minute.

He outsmarted me.

Who did I outsmart?

- Well, from where
I was standing,

it looked like you
did a pretty good job

of outsmarting yourself.

- Oh.

Harriet, listen to this.

If Ricky has 200 bottles and
he gets $0.05 a piece for them,

that comes to a total of $10.

Double that, and I owe him $20.

- Well, that isn't bad.
- No, no.

Wait.
Here comes the frightening part.

Say he only spends $1 this week.

That'll leave him with $19.

Double that, and I
owe him $38 next week.

- And if he only spends $1
out of that, you'll owe him,

uh, $74 the following week.

- Do you realize that it
in about a year, this boy

could become a millionaire?

- Well, good for him.

- Well, yes, but it's
my million dollars.

And frankly, I don't happen to
have a million dollars lying

around loose at the moment.

- Well, I'm sure Ricky
will let you owe it to him.

- Well, yeah, but that
wasn't the idea at all.

Frankly, I think
I'm being taken.

- Why don't you simply
explain to Ricky

what the whole idea was?

- Well, I am so confused
now, I don't think I

know what the idea was myself.

I know this much, though.

It wasn't a very good one.

- Well, you'd better
try and work out

some sort of an
agreement with him.

- Oh, no.

Let somebody else work out the
agreements with him from now

on.

He's too sharp a dealer for me.

- Well, if you'd like, I'll
have a little talk with him

when he comes in.

Maybe he'll make
a few concessions,

take it easy on you.

After all, you're his father.
- No, no.

You can't do that, Harriet.

You know what I
always tell the boys--

A man's word is his bond.

You make a bargain,
you've got to stick to it.

I just have to
practice what I preach.

- It's going to be a
rather expensive sermon.

- Well, I can go through
with it for one week anyway.

Besides, it's teaching
Ricky a good lesson,

the value of saving your money.

It's teaching me
a good lesson too,

the value of keeping your
mouth shut around small boys.

- Hiya, Mom, Pop.
- Hi, Dave.

- Well, if it isn't the
old bottle tycoon himself.

- Boy, have I got problems.

- Problems?

I thought you were sitting
on top of the world.

- So did I.

- Yes, so did I.
I thought you were

going to earn a whole cellar
full of empty pop bottles.

- Yeah, I did.

There's only one
trouble, though.

Nobody will buy them.

- What do you mean?

- I tried just about every store
in town, but nobody wants them.

It seems they aren't making Dr.
Parasol's Peerless sarsaparilla

anymore.

Nobody's even heard of
Roscoe's raisin tonic.

- Oh, well, those bottles
must be at least 40 years old.

- Yeah, and I'm stuck with them.

- Oh, that's too bad, dear.

- Not only that, I'm broke, too.

- Well, how come you're broke?

I just gave you your allowance.

- I used that to pay the
kids to move the bottles

into our garage for me.

- Well, you certainly
had an unprofitable day.

- Yeah, I'll say.

Here I thought I was
going from rags to riches,

and I went from rags to rags.

- Well, I'll tell you,
under the circumstances,

I think I can give you a
little advance on next week's

allowance.
- No, that's OK, Pop.

I'll figure out something.

- No, this will just be
in the nature of a loan.

I consider you a
good business risk.

- No, honest, Pop.

I'd rather not.

I still have a couple of
places I haven't tried yet.

You know my motto; if first you
don't succeed, try, try again.

Then, if you still don't
succeed, the heck with it.

- It's quite a motto, all right.

- I'll be back a little later.

- Well, good luck, dear.

- Oh, the poor little guy.

That's a shame.

- Is there some way
we can help him?

- Well, you heard me offer him
an advance in his allowance.

- No, that's too
much like charity.

Maybe we can find somebody who
can buy the bottles from him.

- Harriet, who in the world
would buy 200 old pop bottles?

Well, now wait a minute.

What would I do with it?

- They're pop bottles,
and you're a pop.

- Yeah, but that would be the
same as giving him the money.

Well, I'm sure nobody
would want to buy them.

I'm afraid they're going to
be kind of hard to get rid of.

I don't know
anybody silly enough

to buy 200 old pop bottles.

Maybe I do.

Yeah, it's worth a try.

Have you ever considered a
hobby to sort of relax you?

- A hobby?

- Yes, for instance,
something like, oh,

say, collecting old bottles.

I think I can get
you a wonderful buy

on some old bottles.

Oh, wait a minute.

I have a better idea.

Have you ever thought of going
into the soft drink business?

I think through
my connections, I

can wangle you the exclusive
dealership for Roscoe's raisin

tonic in this area.
- Just a minute.

Does this have anything
to do with those bottles

Ricky collected?

- Uh, yes, it does.

I tell you what, Thorny.

I'll sell them to you for $3.

$2.

I tell you what I'll do.

I'll give you $1 if you'll
help me haul them away.

- Oz, what happened?

Couldn't he sell them?

- No, the poor kid.

Unfortunately, they're too
old to have any refund value.

- Gee, that's a tough break.

- He sure is taking
it well, though.

He even refused an
advance on his allowance.

- Why don't we see if we
can't sell them for him?

- Well, who could
we sell them to?

- Well, let's see.

Well, Catherine's uncle's
quite a bottle collector.

He isn't interested
in empties, though.

How about a junk man?

- A junk man would
probably charge us just

to have him take
them off our hands.

- Well, you could always tell
Ricky the junk man gave you

a couple of dollars for 'em.

That way, he'd be getting
his allowance back.

- Yeah, he kind of wants
to make good on his own.

Yeah, that's a
good idea, Thorny.

I'll call some junk man and
explain the deal to him.

- Well, now wait a minute, Oz.

Supposing Ricky's there
when the guy arrives.

This junk man's going to have
to be a pretty good actor.

- Oh, I don't think so.

- Well, you want a convincing
performance, don't you?

Oz, you may not believe
this, but some years ago, I

gave up a very promising acting
career to keep from starving.

I could put on some old
clothes and a clever disguise,

and just--

- Hey, that might not
be such a bad idea.

- Then is it all right with you?

- Well, except for one thing.

As you say, this calls
for a competent actor,

so I think I'd better
dress up as the junk man

and play the part.

- Oh, no you don't.

This was my idea.

I get to play the part.

- Well, promise not to
ham it up too much, now.

- Oz, you've got
nothing to worry about.

You know what my high school
dramatic coach used to call me?

- No.

- Good.

You have nothing to worry about.

- Yes.

Yes.

You know, Mother, I think
that's a wonderful idea.

The poor little guy
was so disappointed.

Seems a shame after he
collected all those bottles.

Yes, well, I'll phone right now.

Do you know the
number of a good one?

Oh, good.

Uh huh.

Right here.

Yeah.

Four, six.

Yes, well, thanks, Mother.

Goodbye.

Looking for somebody?

- Oh, uh, yeah.

Uh, Ricky, he isn't home, is he?

- No, he's still out
trying to sell his bottles.

- Yeah.
Poor kid.

I wish there was something
we could do for him.

But who knows?

Uh, somebo-- uh,
something might turn up.

- Yes, something might.

[doorbell rings]

- I'll get it, Harriet.

- Mr. Nelson?

I'm from the Callahan
Salvage Company.

- Thorny, this is unbelievable.

I mean, how did you--

- Mr. Callahan?

- That's right.

Are you Mrs. Nelson?

- Yes, I am.

- Oh, I understand you have
a lot of rare old bottles

in your garage.

Now, I certainly would
like to buy them if you...

- No, Mr. Callahan.
This is my husband.

We do the bottle bit
for my son, Ricky.

Come on in.

- Wait a minute.

What's this, Harriet?

- Well, I thought I'd have Mr.
Callahan take the bottles away,

and then we could tell Ricky
that we sold them for $2 or $3.

At least he'd get
his allowance back.

What do you think?

- This is a-- it's
a wonderful idea.

Yeah, well, you go out and
show him where the garage is.

I have to make a phone call.

- Hiya, Pop.

- Oh, hello, son.

- You've seen Ricky?

- Uh, well, no, I haven't.

I guess he's still out trying
to sell those old bottles.

- Yeah, it was
pretty tough luck.

- Yeah, but I have sort
of a hunch everything

is going to turn out all right.

- I hope so.

[doorbell rings]

- Oh.

[doorbell rings]

- Hello.

I'm from the A1 Salvage Company.

I'm supposed to pick
up some bottles here.

- Uh, shut the door, would you?

No, this can't be.

- I beg your pardon?

- Is this really you?

- Yeah.

Yeah, it's me, all right.

- Oh, hi, Mr. Tracy.

The bottles are in the garage.

- Wait a minute.

What's this, Dave?

- I hated to see
Ricky get stuck, Pop,

so I had Mr. Tracy come over
and pick up the bottles.

And then, I thought we
could tell Ricky we--

- [BOTH] Sold them for
a couple of dollars.

- How'd you know, Pop?

- Well, it seems to be a
very popular idea around here

this afternoon.

Your mother thought
of the same thing.

- How about that?
- Come on, Mr. Tracy.

I'll show you where they are.

[doorbell rings]

- How do you do, sir?

My name is Rusty Bumper.

I represent the Prince
Edward Junkyard.

- For goodness sakes, Thorn,
I'm afraid you're a little late.

And now that I see
the outfit, I'm glad.

- What do you mean I'm late?

- Well, it seems that Harriet
and David got the same idea.

There are two other
junk men out there now

picking up the bottles.

- Oh, no.

Gosh, I rehearsed
this part for an hour.

Oz, how do I look?

Would you know who I was?

- Well, frankly, I wouldn't
even know what you was.

- Look, Oz, let's go out
to the garage anyway.

I'll get a big kick out of
pulling Harriet and David.

Come on.

- Ozzie, we looked
in the garage.

Oh, hi, Thorny.

You going to a costume
ball or something?

- Oh, that's not fair.

You're not supposed
to recognize me.

- [LAUGHING] How about him?

Did you get rid
of the bottles OK?

- Well, we couldn't find them.

They aren't in the garage.

- Oh, did somebody
take them or something?

- I don't know.

- Pop, what do you--

Oh, hi, Mr. Thornberry.

Going to a masquerade?

- Oh, I think you're all just
a bunch of spoiled sports.

- Did Mom tell you the
bottles are gone, Pop?

- Yes, she did, and I
can't understand it.

- I gave the men a
couple of dollars

for the trouble they went to.

- It's going to cost you a lot
more than that for the trouble

I went to.

- Just a second, Thorny.

This dressing up idea was
yours in the first place.

- Hi, everybody.
- Oh, hi.

- Hello, dear.

- Hey, what happened
to the bottles

you had out in the garage?
- I sold them.

Boy, was I lucky.

- Oh, say, that's wonderful.

- Who'd you sell them to?

- To the Gay Nineties malt shop.

The owner thought it'd make
a good display in his window.

He took every one of them, too.

- Say, that's great.

Well, now you'll
make a lot of money--

oh, now wait a minute.

This is going to
cost me some money.

- Oh, you better forget
about that part, Pop.

I don't want to gain
too much weight.

- What do you mean?

- I get paid off in
sundaes in malts.

Come on, David.
Be my guest.

- Thanks.

Don't mind if I do.

- How about you, Mom?
- Oh, no thank you, dear.

- Pop?

- Well, maybe some other time.
Thanks, son.

- If you ever want any ice
cream, just mention my name.

- Well, at least I fooled Ricky.

Did you notice?

He had no idea who I was.

- I'm sorry.

I guess I forgot my manners.

Would you like a
sundae, Mr. Thornberry?

- No thanks.

I think I'll just go
home and have a good cry.

- Don't you have any
homework tonight, Ricky?

- Yes, ma'am.

- Well, this isn't the time to
be reading a comic book then.

- Oh, I'm not reading one, Mom.

I'm just trying to
find one to read.

- Well, I think you'd better
get going on your homework.

- Oh, I have nothing
to worry about.

That's all being taken care of.

- How's that?

- Marjorie Peabody's coming
over to do my English,

and Nancy Baker's coming
over to do my algebra,

and Carmen Gonzales is
coming over to do my Spanish.

- That sounds like quite an
array of feminine talent.

- Oh, I almost
forgot Sally Andrews.

- What's Sally going to do?

- She's going to read
me the comic books.

- What is this sudden power you
seem to have over the girls?

- It's a new line I've got,
Mom, and it works terrific.

- I guess it does.

Just what do you say to them?

- It isn't what I say to them.

It's what I say to
man at the malt shop.

"Another double
chocolate sundae, please,

and charge it to my account."

[ending theme]

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

starring the entire
Nelson family--

Ozzie, Harriet,
David, and Ricky--

will be brought to
you by Antizyme,

the new toothpaste that gives
you all-day immunity to tooth

decay acids.

- Well, goodnight, folks.

We'll see you again next week.

- Good night.

And remember, always look to
Hotpoint for the finest first.

- Yes, sir.

That's what I always say, boy.

- What do you always
say, little man?

- Always look to Hotpoint
for the finest first.

- The part of Mr. Callahan
was played by Arthur Q. Bryan.

Mr. Tracy was Rick Sullivan.

This is Verne Smith speaking.

Don't forget that a
completely different episode

of "The Adventures
of Ozzie and Harriet"

is heard every Friday
night on radio.

Consult your newspaper for
time and radio station.